Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 82

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Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with Catherine, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Catherine, I’m begging you. Let go of my son. Do whatever you want with me; just leave my son alone. He’s innocent. He has nothing to do with any of this.”

My heart clenched painfully as I continued, and my words choked with emotion. “If you want to kill me, go ahead. I’m more than willing to accept my fate. But my son-he’s still young. Please…” My voice cracked as I watched helplessly, my son’s hands bound behind his back beside me and his innocent eyes filled with fear and confusion.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” She sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “None of you will ever leave this boat alive.”

As Catherine’s menacing words echoed through the cabin of the speedboat, a heavy silence fell upon us, broken only by the rhythmic thrum of the engines and the distant sound of waves crashing against the hull. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, each heartbeat echoing the ominous finality of Catherine’s threat.

Despite the fear gnawing inside me, I refused to let despair consume me. Clenching my fists, I summoned every ounce of courage I could muster, determined to find a way out of this nightmare and save my son from whatever fate Catherine had in store for us.

“Please, Catherine,” I implored, my voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and defiance. “I’ll do anything you ask, but please spare my son. He’s done nothing to deserve this.” I pleaded once again. I may sound like a broken record, but I won’t stop begging her if it’s my only way to save my son.

Catherine’s lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice as she regarded me with disdain. “Oh, how touching,” she sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But it’s too late for bargaining now. You should have thought about the consequences before you decided to show yourself again with your ba st ard son.”

Her words hit me hard, but I refused to lose hope, even though things looked really tough. I believed there was still a chance to save Blaze, somehow outsmart Catherine, and make it out of this nightmare alive.

As the boat raced over the dark waters, I urgently scoured the cabin for an escape route. Yet, the confined space left me feeling trapped and helpless. Even if we

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could break free from these ropes, returning to shore without seizing control of the yacht seemed impossible, especially with armed guards patrolling the vessel.

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couldn’t afford to act recklessly. Every move had to be carefully calculated if we were

mind racing, I weighed our options carefully. We needed a plan and a strategy to outmaneuver our captors and

sweetheart,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engines. “We’ll find a way out

he said weakly. He was catching his breath, and he’s starting

my arm and put my arms over his head so I can wrap him around my arms despite my hands being tied. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice filled with reassurance. “I’m here with you,

his voice only strengthened my resolve to find a way out of this perilous situation. Time was running out,

voice steady despite the fear gnawing

us,

is so sweet.” Catherine’s tone dripped

a cruel smirk, she reached out and grasped Blaze’s delicate cheeks in her hand, her grip tight and intimidating. “You look exactly like your mother. But your eyes-you have Sebastian’s eyes, which makes me despise you even

don’t touch my son!” I shouted, attempting to pry her hand away from Blaze’s face. But my defiance was met with a vicious blow to my own cheek, sending a sharp pang of pain shooting through my face. I tasted

give orders here!” she spat, her voice dripping with

rage.

in my cheek and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, I refused to let Catherine’s assault deter me. With a surge of determination, I gathered my strength and pushed myself

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protecting my son.

quivering with a mixture of

like a knife, sending shivers down my spine. “You really are as pathetic as they say,” she sneered,

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But Catherine was far stronger than I had anticipated, her hold unyielding as

low and menacing. “It’ll be much easier for everyone

losing my son to this cruel and