Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

hapter 249

My heart dropped into my stomach. His words sent a chill deeper than the cold that already gripped me. I had no lea what he was planning, what horrors awaited me next. But one thing was clear, he wasn’t done with me yet.

ander stepped further into the room, his eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of amusement and admiration. he soft thud of the bag hitting the floor echoed in the cold silence of the room. He didn’t seem in a rush, no, he as almost casual about it, like we were two old acquaintances having a chat.

I thought it would take me a lot longer to get to you,” he said, his voice almost playful, as he took a step closer, yeing me with a strange intensity. “With all those men surrounding you, I figured you’d have a dozen guards on ou at all times. But here you are, coming to me.” He paused for a moment, still smiling that smile that made my

in crawl. “Olivia, you are full of surprises.”

didn’t just see me as a threat; he saw me as a

like he was mildly disappointed with himself. “You’re no rdinary woman. You’ve got the guts, the cunning, and the strength. No wonder Ethan lost his mind when you isappeared. He never imagined you would pull something like this. But I know better.” He gave a mocking half- ow. “You are a force to be reckoned with.”

moment I ad feared

at his feet and began laying out the ols inside, one by one. The metallic clinks echoed louder in the otherwise silent room. Each item he pulled out as sharp, gleaming, designed for pain. I felt my pulse quicken, my throat tightening as the realization hit me, he asn’t

rise in the back of my throat. My heart sank to my stomach. This was it. He was going to break me. For what? For who? I had no idea, but that didn’t matter. I as about

my eyes to look at him, the fear trying to claw its way into my mind, but I refused to let it show. My gaze as steady, unwavering, as I stared back at Xander. I had to find a way out. There had to be something, anything. it my mind was blank, the sight of

trickling down the back of my neck. It wasn’t just the tools that terrified e, it was the knowing look in

give in. Not yet.