Semua Bab Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! : Bab 151 - Bab 160

VICTORIA'S POV... Everything must have been a dream, right? Or why I would find myself in this mess again!? I mean being kidnapped once again! This time it felt like the end of me. The end of my amazing life with my Aless, Leo and my entire family. Because this time that one last hope of mine is gone. My ring. The ring Aless has proposed to me with is gone. I don't know if it was a coincidence or intentionally removed, but it was gone from my finger. Aless has put a tracker in it. Even though he never clearly says about it, I understand his worry. He find me that day when Calvin attacked through this. But, what would happen now?I have lost it and the hope of my life. Sighing, I looked around. At this moment, I have no idea where I am. When I woke up from a deep sleep, I find myself tied to the chain on the floor of a dark cell. It was more like a dungeon. It's like an old persecution place that was unused for years, smelling like old pees. It twisted my stomach badly and I felt

VICTORIA'S POV ... I took the slice of the apple in my mouth and watched Alessandro's frowning face under my lashes. For God's sake, he is angry! Till the moment he barged into the dark cell and beat the shit out of Manchini, I know half of his rage was because of me. Since then he did not talk to me for once, yet he has taken care of me all the while. I don't know how to start my words at this point. The only thing I know is, he is gonna burst as soon as I open my mouth. So, I decided to keep quiet. I heard from Antonio that, when Aless didn't find me and realised the ring was lost, he immediately asked for help from Alexander Rossi! I mean, the Iquarayon duke, actually helped him save me! I don't know how he is connected to Aless, but it's quite surprising that he helped a member of Edwards. Antonio was surprised too. When Aless reached the place where we were kept, they found William with his men there. As far as I understand, William is Josephine's fiancé but they are having

FIVE YEARS LATER ... VICTORIA'S POV ... "Mama! Papa is not here?!" Vanessa, my three-year-old daughter came running to me. Her lips were pouty and her cheeks puffed. She came to me and hid her face in my chest, sobbing. "Pa..pa is not h..ere." She sobbed and I mentally rolled my eyes, caressing her little back. Well, Vanessa is her father's spoiled princess and that wouldn't be a bragging. She is obsessed with her father and Aless is the same way to her. Every morning, she would wake up with Papa's voice and would go to sleep with her father beside her. Sometimes Leo would shake his head and shrug at me, seeing their obsession. It's not that Aless does not love Leo. He loves his both children equally. It's just daughters steal all the attention from their fathers. Maybe, it's the universal truth and I can connect with the exact situation. My relationship with my father is still the same. For him, I am his little Victoria even after being the mother of two children. "Where did P

'So, you think, Earning the top position whilst belonging to lower status is a pure talent and not oiling the upper class? Miss Maeve, I am afraid you are in the wrong career choice.' Those words from my manager kept roaming in my head. Tears of penance rolled off my cheeks, as I sniffled before wiping away harshly. All I wanted was to be the top crime reporter and lead a team of my own. A decent job, using my talent. But in this world, only those who can butter up and make connections can climb up the stairs. While people like me remained in the backseat, suffering and burdened with responsibilities. Sigh... Where did I make the mistake exactly? worked harder in the project than others. Be on time and flexible. But when the time came for promotion, my next bench colleague got it. Why? Only because she had some connection with the upper committee? I slammed on the steering wheel, enraged, trying to vent my anger. Danm these people!I drove the car, taking the beachside road. It's

HANDSOME STRANGER... "Sir, may I at least know your name ....." Her words were rolling into my ear, ringing in my head. She asked this for the second time, talking to me, yet I chose not to reply. What would I do? I have no memory of my life. Since I have opened my eyes to the shore, I had no clue about my circumstances or the area. The only thing I was aware of was my brutal injuries. Somehow crossing the beachside road, I bumped into her car. She could have left me there without a shred of evidence, yet she did not and chose to take responsibility. And I am taking full advantage of her kindness, somehow blaming my situation on her. I have no identity at the moment, but a beautiful passerby helping me out. "Mr. I am talking ....."Her voice echoed in my head again till I heard, "Is everything alright here with the patient?" Seems the doctor who treated me. Probably, doing a routine check. When I did not answer, he asked her how her boyfriend was doing. And she denied it immedia