Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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

his

him a steely glance. “We’ve come this far, Steve. We can’t turn back now,” I insisted, my grip tightening on

what lay ahead. It was time to uncover

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

This was it–the

nt of truth.

are you, and what do you want with me?” I demanded,

softly as he slowly regained

confusion before recognition dawned in his

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announced it in glee, making me more confused about what’s

you, and why were you looking for

confusion. “It’s me, Sebastian,” he introduced

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

it’s you, Blaire. I might not know what happened to you, but I’m positive.

a sense of urgency and conviction. Despite my protests and insistence that he had the wrong person, he remained steadfast in his belief that I was someone named Blaire.

his claims, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, a whisper of doubt that I couldn’t ignore. What if he was right? What if my name wasn’t Dylan after all,

to clear away the confusion clouding my thoughts. “I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken,” I said firmly, though uncertainty laced my words. “I don’t know who this

a mixture of disappointment and frustration crossing his features. “| understand if you don’t remember,” he said softly. “But please, you have to trust me. Your life could be in

words sent a shiver down 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

I needed them fast. But as

some glimmer of truth, all I found was uncertainty staring back at me. It was as if we were both lost in a maze of secrets and lies, desperate to find

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