บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Henry’s POVI stood at the edge of the docks that afternoon, gazing at the rippling water. As the cry of seagulls sounded in the distance, my thoughts shifted back to the memories I thought I had buried. Julia was a small figure in the distance, her laughter carried by the breeze. She looked so carefree, almost like the girl I used to know, the one who would drag me to the beach or up to the mountains to forget our troubles, even if just for a little while.I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Those were simpler times, times when we thought our problems could be left behind with a change of scenery. Now, everything was different. Complicated.“Mr. Stanford,” a voice called from behind me, breaking my reverie.I turned to see Marco approaching, looking so concerned but sounding frustrated. He was always so loyal, so dependable. It was why I kept him close.“What is it, Marco?” I asked. “We couldn't stop Elijah,” Marco said, his tone forbidding. “He's reached France.”I clen

Daniel’s POVI pounded on the door, my fists sore and my frustration mounting with each blow. My throat was parched, and my stomach growled with hunger, but my mind was fixated on one thing—Sophia. Hours had passed since they’d taken her out of the room, and with each minute that ticked by, my anxiety grew. “Hey! Let me out! Where’s Sophia? What have you done with her?” I roared, my voice cracking with desperation. I pounded again, my fists hurting from the impact on the metal door. But I didn’t stop. The silence that followed was maddening. It was probably night now, and the realization only added to my distress. I leaned my forehead against the door, my breath uneven and ragged. “Please,” I pleaded loudly. “Someone answer me please! Just tell me she’s okay. I need to know she’s okay.”The door creaked open suddenly, and I stumbled back, squinting against the harsh light that spilled into the dim room. Two of Henry’s men stood there, guns slung casually at their sides. The sight of

Elijah’s POVI sat beside Joe in the helicopter, almost breathless amidst my mounting anxiety. “What the hell happened?” Joe asked. Quickly, I recounted about the strange man trying to kill me in the elevator. “Surely it was one of Henry’s men.”“You have to be careful, Elijah. Maybe they’re doing this because they know we’re getting closer.”“You’re right,” I agreed. I had already called the police and told Kayla to get out of my hotel room, as she might become a target too. I needed to transfer somewhere else for the moment. “What the heck are we missing here?” Joe muttered as his attention went back to the emailed records from his contacts. Despite our efforts, there was no trace of the elusive chateau on an island.“Nothing in these records points to any chateau,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “I’m getting really worried here. What if we’re skipping something crucial?”Joe glanced over at me, his face lined with concern. “I know it’s frustrating. I’ve got more people working on it, b

Sophia’s POVI stirred awake, wondering if it was already morning. It seemed like I heard someone say my name, and the voice sounded like Elijah.“Sophia,” the voice called again, softer this time.I must be dreaming, I figured. Elijah wasn't here. He couldn't be. The cemented floor beneath me was cold, and I felt very uncomfortable. But nevertheless, I had fallen asleep from exhaustion.I opened my eyes slightly, but it was still dark. The faint light from a small window high up on the wall didn't provide much comfort. I closed my eyes again, hoping that morning would come soon so there would be light again, and perhaps I could figure out a way to have someone get me out of here.I must have fallen back asleep because when I awoke again, the light streaming through the small window was much brighter. It seemed like it was already late morning. I had overslept, and now my stomach grumbled from hunger.I forced myself to stand, my legs aching from the cold floor. I walked over to the

Sophia’s POVThe icy shock of the water hit me like a jolt as I was hauled into the sea. I felt a moment of disorientation before instinct kicked in, and I began to thrash, desperately trying to stay afloat. The surface of the water, once my refuge, now seemed to close in around me. I heard Elijah’s voice through the chaos, his frenzied yell of my name barely reaching my ears before I plunged beneath the surface.The water was dark and cold, swirling violently around me. I tried to swim, but the current was merciless, pulling me further down. My lungs screamed for air, and I felt my strength waning. My movements grew weaker, each stroke more futile against the relentless pull of the water.Then, just as I felt my consciousness beginning to slip, strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the crushing depths. I was hoisted upwards, and my head broke through the surface. I gasped greedily for air, the sensation of oxygen filling my lungs almost overwhelming after the suffocating des