Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 170

Chapter 169

Christiana’s POV.

The sound of gravel crunching beneath someone’s boots sent a jolt of fear through me. My chest tightened as I clutched my coat, trying to keep the shivers from taking over. The wind felt colder now, biting against my skin. A shadow moved from the trees, and a figure stepped into the faint light coming from my car’s headlights.

He was wearing a mask. Black, featureless, and terrifying.

“Are you alone?” the man asked, his voice muffled and low.

“Yes,” I choked out, my voice trembling. My hands were clammy and my legs felt like they would give out at any second. “I’m alone. Please… I just want my kids.”

The man didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was in no rush. My breathing quickened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of black fabric.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I froze, my feet rooted to the spot.

“Turn around,” he repeated, this time sharper.

My hands shook as I obeyed, turning my back to him. The next thing I knew, the fabric was wrapped around my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My heart raced as I felt his gloved hands tie the blindfold tightly behind my head.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll see,” he said, his tone flat and emotionless.

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the thought of my kids kept me silent.

“Walk,” he instructed, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

I stumbled forward, the ground uneven beneath my feet. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic I couldn’t place. The man guided me to what felt like a car, opening the door and gently pushing me inside.

“Sit,” he said.

I slid into the seat, my hands gripping the edge as I tried to steady my breathing. The door slammed shut behind me, and a moment later, the car started.

The drive felt endless. I had no idea where we were going, and the blindfold only made it worse. My mind raced with every horrible possibility. Were Ethan and Emma okay? Were they here? Were they….

No. I couldn’t let myself think like that.

I clenched my fists, trying to focus on the hum of the engine and the occasional turns the car made. My stomach churned with every bump in the road, and the tension in my chest grew Heavier with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, the car came to a stop.

The door opened, and I felt a hand grip my arm, pulling me our My legs wobbled as I stood the cold air hitting me agan.

Take her inside a voice said, but it wasn’t the same man.

The blindfold was yanked off, and I blinked against the sudden light in front of me was a massive warehouse, its mela

doors looming like a giant mouth waiting to swallow me whole. The man in the mask stood beside me, unreadable beneath the dark cover.

“Move,” he said, nodding toward the entrance.

I hesitated, my feet refusing to move.

“Where are my kids?” I demanded, my voice breaking.

coldly. “But keep wasting time, and you’ll

his

expression

spine. I swallowed hard and started walking toward the doors, my

clung to the back of your throat. The man walked behind me, his presence looming, and I could feel his eyes

hurt?” I asked, my voice

No answer.

down hard on my bottom lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. I

the warehouse, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the metal walls. My heart was pounding so

the large, empty space. The room was dimly lit by

here,” he said, stepping

trembling as I spoke. “Please, just let me see them. I’ll do

his arms crossed, the mask hiding any trace of

was suffocating. My chest heaved as I struggled to keep my breathing steady, my eyes darting around the room,

on like hours, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to

the masked man shifted his weight, and I could feel his presence like a shadow

clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Whoever was behind this, whatever they wanted, I would face

hoped I wasn’t already too

echoed in the empty space, breaking the suffocating silence. My head snapped toward the direction of the noise, my heart

clenched my fists, swallowing hard, my pulse racing as I watched a shadow stretch across the floor. The man in the mask stood perfectly still behind me, his arms crossed like he was waiting

deliberate and unhurried, each one sending a jolt of anxiety through me. My breathing quickened, my chest rising and

figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the fluctuating light.

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the slight tremble in my voice giving out how shaken I was. And it had disbelief laced with the raw panic gripping

I had come to recognize all too well. He was dressed sharply, as always, his suit designed to perfection, but there was a darkness in

calm but with a chilling edge. He stopped a few feet away, tucking his hands casually into his pockets as though this

throat, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. Rage and terror surged through my veins, but all I could

eyes. Those cold, calculating eyes stayed locked

reaction.

you?” he said, his tone as smooth

a freight train. Daniel was behind this. All of

voice cracking as tears spilled down my face. “What have you done

falter. He tilted his head slightly, as if amused by my outburst. “Relax,” he said,

words sent a wave of nausea through me, and I felt my legs buckle slightly. The man in the mask

started,

his

your kids. Your precious little bundles of joy. Why would I harm them when I can use them to

ant?”

wanted to scream,

move. His presence, his words, froze me

a monster,” I spat, my voice

tell me where they

you want. The fact remains….you’re here.

spine. Whatever he wanted, whatever his twisted game was, I knew

step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. Let’s not waste time, Christiana,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You and I… we have

For

my sides, trembling with fear and

straightened, taking a slow step toward me. His expression shifted, his smirk fading into something more serious, almost vulnerable. “Do you know what it’s like to give

change in his tone. “What are you talking about?” I whispered,

mine again. “I loved you, Christiana. With everything inside of me, I loved you,” he said, his voice soft but laced

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