The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 189

Chapter 189: Old Master Madison Meets Martin

"No, please! You can't do this!" Martin continued to beg, his words tumbling out in a desperate torrent. "Name your price. I'll pay whatever you ask; just let me go!"

The men acted as if they couldn't hear his pleas, With cold efficiency, they grabbed Martin's arms and shackled him to the damp stone wall. The chains clinked ominously as they secured the restraints, biting into Martin's skin.

"I...I have powerful friends," Martin stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "They'll move heaven and earth to find me. You're making a huge mistake!"

One of the burly men smirked cruelly before producing a dirty rag. He shoved it into Martin's mouth, muffling his frantic words. Martin choked and sputtered, panicking, seizing his body.

With a sinister laugh, the men turned and exited the cell, the door slamming shut with a booming finality. The sound of the lock engaging was like a death knell to Martin's ears.

Alone at last, Martin wept openly behind his gag. His shoulders shook with sobs as the reality of his nightmarish situation crashed over him in waves. The cell seemed to close in around him, the shadows taking on distorted, menacing shapes. He strained against the chains, but they refused to give. His wrists already felt raw and abraded from his futile struggles.

What horrors awaited him here? Would he ever see the light of day again? The questions swirled incessantly through his mind.

As the hours ticked by, Martin's throat became parched. He longed for even a sip of stale water to wet his cracked lips. He was tired; he leaned back against the cold stones, letting his eyes

slide shut...

The dank, musty air of the underground cell assaulted Martin's senses as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes straining to adjust to the dim lighting that flickered ominously overhead.

The throbbing in his head served as a cruel reminder of the ordeal he had endured, and the weight of the restraints that bound his wrists and ankles filled him with a sense of dread unlike anything he had ever experienced before. "Please, let me go!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the cold, unforgiving stone walls that surrounded him. The words seemed to hang in the stale air, mocking his desperation. "I'll do anything you want; just don't hurt me!"

of approaching footsteps sent a chill racing down his spine, causing the hairs

himself for the worst, his heart pounding against his rib cage with such force that he was certain it

door creaked open, a figure emerged from the shadows, and Martin's eyes. widened in recognition. It was Old Master Madison, a name that carried weight and commanded respect in their circle-a name that struck

to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, his tongue suddenly feeling like lead. "Martin Jones," Old Master Madison spoke at

109 Old Muster Mizon

I had no knowledge of their marriage. If I'd known, I would have advised against it. In fact, I had planned to give

older man growled, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "I want her out of Richard's life, and I expect you

drowning out all else. "I'll do my best, sir, but my nieces... they hate me. They

word I say.

lips, sending a shiver coursing down Martin's spine.

to make sure this elderly

going to watch you die?" Old Master

flick of his wrist, Old Master Madison produced a sleek smartphone and dialed a number. Martin held his breath, his chest

with false sweetness that made

you have to listen to me," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I've been captured, and they want Emma to leave her husband, Richard. You have to contact her and beg her to do as they say. They'll let

knife. "Then they should kill you," she spat, her words laced with venom. "How can a father not protect his nieces?"

ground had opened up beneath him,

shattered with each cruel word, and he fought back the tears

Before he could utter another plea, the line went dead, and

sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your own Nieces care nothing for your well-being. They would sooner see you

shoulders slumped

the cell as he turned to leave, his parting words hanging in the air like

Martin. Make it count,