Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

BLAIRE

“Dylan, are you sure about this? This is assault! We could end up in jail,” Steve protested, his voice

tinged with concern as we struggled to move the unconscious man.

“I need answers, Steve. And I can’t afford to wait around for them,” I replied, my tone firm as I focused

on the task at hand. Time was of the essence; I had only a few precious hours before Grant realized I was

missing. Thankfully, my usual excuse of tending to the garden workshop provided the perfect alibi.

When I’m in there, Grand usually won’t disturb me for a few hours, giving me enough time to execute

my plan.

With a sense of urgency driving us forward, we managed to haul the unconscious man into the

makeshift interrogation room I had prepared. The room sparse, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb makeshift interrogation room I had prepared. The room

that cast long shadows across the walls.

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“We need to wake him up,” I muttered, my gaze fixed on the man before us. “I need to know what he

knows.”

Steve hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between me and the unconscious man. “Dylan, I don’t know

this,” he said, his voice

Steve. We can’t turn back now,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the baseball bat in my

It was time to uncover the truth, no

secured the man to the chair, I stepped back, my heart racing

apprehension. This was

nt of truth.

what do you want with me?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly despite my best

man stirred, groaning softly as he slowly regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, and for

flicker of confusion before

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He stammered, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “Y–You’re alive!” He announced it

are you, and why were you looking for me? Do

me?” He asked in confusion. “It’s me,

know you, and my name isn’t Blaire. My

certain it’s you, Blaire. I might not know what happened to you,

and insistence that he had the wrong person, he remained steadfast in his belief that I was

whisper of doubt that I couldn’t ignore. What if

head, trying to clear away the confusion clouding my thoughts. “I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken,” I

features. “| understand if you don’t remember,” he said softly. “But please, you have to

my spine, igniting a sense of fear that I couldn’t shake. Could it be possible that I was in danger, even if I didn’t remember who I was? And if

I needed answers, and I needed them fast. But as

lost in a maze of secrets and

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