Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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I couldn’t shake the feeling that the boy knew something important. He acted like he recognized the person in the photo but didn’t want to say anything. I wondered why he was keeping secrets from me.

I decided to follow him, hoping he’d tell me more. But no matter how hard I tried, I lost sight of him in

the busy streets.

I slumped my shoulder in defeat. But I have no plan to give up. Especially now that there’s hope of finding Blaire here. I had a feeling that I’d be close to finding her. I wasn’t planning on leaving until I found out the truth.

I tried to find a hotel nearby where I could settle for the night while waiting for reinforcement.

As I trudged along the dimly lit streets, a sense of determination burned within me, refusing to be extinguished by the weight of uncertainty. “I won’t give up,” I muttered to myself, the words echoing in

the stillness of the night.

Just then, a voice broke through my reverie, startling me out of my thoughts. “Hey, you lost, buddy?” A gruff voice called out from the shadows.

I turned to see a burly man leaning against the wall of a nearby building, his features obscured by the

darkness.

“Not lost, just looking for a place to stay for the night,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the unease that prickled at the back of my neck.

The man nodded, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Well, you’re in luck. There’s a motel down the road, just a few blocks away. Not the fanciest place, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

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“Thanks; I’ll check it out,” I said, grateful for the tip.

With a nod of thanks, I turned and continued on my way, the promise of a warm bed and a roof over my head spurring me forward.

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I reached the motel, I pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside, the musty smell of old carpet

The receptionist asked, her voice polite but tinged with

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please,” I replied, flashing her a tired smile.

sir. Just sign in here, and I’ll get you sorted,” she said, sliding a weathered ledger across the

counter.

the necessary paperwork followed the receptionist down a

worn linoleum floor. She stopped

me a key.

with a

the door behind me, the weight of exhaustion settling over me like a heavy blanket. Collapsing onto the bed, I allowed myself a moment of respite, knowing that

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I used to frequent during business trips. It was clean and all, but it lacked the comfort and luxury I was used to. Despite the cheap price, I just

that seemed to spiral endlessly. My mind kept wandering back to simpler times, when things

little voice inside my

a point. I used to take advantage of Blaire’s devotion, knowing she’d always be there, waiting for me no matter what. But

to clear my mind, I figured a few drinks might help me doze off. Spotting a bar nearby, I headed over there. It was dimly

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walked in, the sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, providing a welcome distraction from my racing mind. I found a seat at the counter and ordered a drink, hoping it would

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bourbon,

burly man with a friendly grin, slid the drink

with a

and relishing the burn

like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders,” the bartender remarked,

down the counter.

say that,” I replied, offering a half–hearted smile. “Just

right place