Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 99

BLAIRE

I winced in pain when I finally regained consciousness. I felt a tight rope wrapped around my wrist. I found myself tied to a chair. I noticed a voice coming from a few feet away from where I was sitting.

"You promised she's not coming back! That's why I agreed with you when you insisted that I shouldn't kill her!" It was Catherine's voice. I'm sure of that.

I pretend to still be unconscious, so I'll get a chance to listen to what they are planning to do.

"Don't blame this on me. You're the one who didn't manage to control your man!"

"How can I do that when I am in jail?" Catherine exclaimed.

"Well, I don't see you having a problem getting out of jail when you heard about Sebastian finding Blaire, do you?" Grant said it sarcastically.

"You have no idea what I've been through just to get out of that hellhole! I needed to sell my soul to the devil just so I could stop them from getting their happily ever after."

"How ironic, isn't it? You, the devil herself, selling yourself to the devil?" he sneered.

"Bastard! I don't need your smart mouth. I'm going to finish what should have been done a long time ago!" She said this before grabbing the gun from Grant's waist.

I shut my eyes when I saw her walking towards me. I was holding my breath, waiting for my end, when I heard Grant's voice again.

"You are not going to touch even a single hair in her body. I'm going to kill you before you can kill her!" he warned.

"Unbelievable," she sneered, until it blew into an evil laugh. "You loved her?" she said in between her laughs. "You're delusional if you think she will love you back."

"She will. She already did," Grant answered in gritted teeth.

"Do you honestly believe that?" Catherine sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "She only acted that way because you made her believe she was your wife! Once her memory comes back, she will never even glance at you twice." Grant's face twisted with rage, his fists clenching at his sides. "I will never let that happen," he growled. "Why do you think I gave her that medicine every day? Without a trigger, her memories will never return. But that bastard ruined everything!" His voice escalated to a roar, echoing off the walls.

seen Grant like this before. The man I had lived with

force of his anger. "I did everything to keep her safe, to keep her with me," he continued, his voice breaking with desperation. "You have no idea what it's been like

Grant. You think drugging her into submission makes

I had to do.

You can't bear the fact that she will never be happy with you. And once her memory came

me, and it was more horrifying than I could have ever imagined. Grant had been drugging me and manipulating my memories, all

began to work at the ropes binding my wrists. The rough fibers cut into my skin, but I ignored the pain. I had to stay focused; I had to find a way to

because she knows nothing. Tell her

shaking with determination. "I'll find a way to fix this. I'll

resolve was hardening. You've done enough. It's time for me

I needed to be patient; rushing would only make noise and alert them. Catherine and Grant continued

"Sebastian was mine, and you ruined everything by

up, Catherine. You and Sebastian will never be happy because you were rotting in jail. And do you honestly believe that after all you've done, he's going to take you back as if nothing happened once you get out of jail?" Grant shot back, his voice cold

took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do next. I glanced around, spotting the door slightly ajar. Maybe if I could

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat

tension like a knife. "Where do you think you're going?" she

sprinting down the hallway with everything I had. The sound of heavy footsteps followed close behind, and I knew I had only

much blood, but I've been gathering all

his grip like iron. "You're not going anywhere," he hissed, dragging me back toward the room. I kicked and

managed to twist around and land a solid kick to his shin. He yelped in pain, loosening his grip just enough for me to

path. She slapped me hard across the face, the impact sending me stumbling backward. "You think you can

staircase leading to the upper floors and dashed for it, taking the steps two at a time. Catherine and Grant were right on my heels, their shouts growing louder

found myself in a small, dimly lit attic. The air was thick with dust, and the only light came from a small window high

confined space; my only thought was to escape his grasp. Catherine stood over us, her gun trained on me, a cold smile

said, her finger tightening on

in, his eyes blazing with fury. "Get away from her!" he shouted,

attic. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and cried out, clutching the wound as blood seeped through my fingers. Sebastian wrestled the gun from Catherine's hand and threw it across the room, out of reach. Grant lunged at Sebastian, but Sebastian was faster, delivering a powerful punch that sent Grant sprawling. They fought fiercely, each blow landing with a sickening thud. Catherine scrambled to her feet, grabbing a piece of broken wood and swinging it at

struggled to stay conscious; the pain in my side was overwhelming. I had to do something, anything, to help