All Chapters of HIS EX-WIFE, HIS NIGHTMARE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Twenty-TwoMikaela:I arrived at the place. The workers were already cleaning up for next Saturday's class and picking up the equipment.I didn't spot the tutor, so I went back to the gates to meet the security.“Good day,” I greeted.“Good day, ma'am. Mrs. White, right?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear.I didn't like the fact that people called me White. I didn't know why. I just hated it because the White family made me a pawn, a victim, a target in a battlefield.Or maybe it was just because I wanted to hear the Vinny last name behind my name.But it wasn't official yet. I mean, we were not divorced yet. Yes. But we had a huge fight that lasted five good years. That was the same fight that destroyed a lot in our connection. We were only trying to rebuild it back now.So, I didn't think I could go back to just claiming the last name after rejecting it a million times both publicly, privately, and even on papers.I could, but shouldn't there but something more to make peo

Chapter TwoMikaela:The car came to a halt in the middle of what felt like nowhere. I could hear the crickets screaming. There were no lights. No buildings. Just trees, cold air, and the sound of my heart threatening to break through my chest.The driver got out. Walked around. Yanked the door open. Still no words. He tied a blindfold around my face, tight enough to remind me who was in charge. Then I felt the cold steel of a gun press against my back."Walk."I walked.Leaves crunched beneath my feet. The ground was uneven. Sloped. A door creaked open somewhere in the distance. Then more silence. Then a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down a set of stairs.Underground.Basement.I was being buried alive in advance.A single room. Concrete walls. Metal chair. Camera in the corner.And him.He wasn’t masked. He didn’t need to be. Power made people bold.Gray hair. Scar on his left cheek. He smiled like I was his favorite thing to watch."You’ve grown up well," he said.I didn’t speak.

Chapter FourMikaela:I didn’t just scream. I tore instead. I couldn't take this anymore. I was tired of proving tough and unbreakable.And their mission was to break me? Well, they got it.It wasn’t fear. It wasn't a weakness.It was rage. Hot, boiling, endless rage. Like a volcano erupted in my chest, struggling to burst out.The kind of volcano you don’t cry through. The kind that makes your skin itch to be peeled off. The kind that comes when everything you ever trusted flips on you like a fucking backstabber in a mask.I trusted the detective. Now who else was left to betray me? Ethan?I just knew there were still loyal people out there but the Blacks always made sure to either get me to meet the evil ones or they'd bribe the good ones to get on their side. Or maybe threaten them.I screamed until the sound of it didn’t even sound like it belonged to me anymore. It didn't sound like it was coming out of my throat anymore.I stopped.Not because I was calm.But because my chest hu

Chapter SixMikaela:The woman’s voice was low, but commanding. She wasn’t yelling, which meant she had done this before. She wasn’t afraid. She was cold. Calculated. And just below.My hands gripped the edges of the vent but I fell back down inside. I fucking failed. I pulled myself together quickly, my back pressed against the wall just under the vent. I could hear the footsteps fading, orders being given. Keys. Samatntha’s little footsteps above.If I didn’t get out of here now, they’d pin me in like a lab rat. I was either going to die or crawl through that damn vent with one arm and just rage.I reached up again. My arm trembled, but I didn’t stop. I got one elbow into the frame, then the next. This time, I didn’t slip. This time, I did ot give the woman a chance to pull me down. I folded my knees up tightly. By the time I got through, my shirt was shredded, but I was out. Out into the night.Samantha rushed over, trying to pull me further away from the vent.“Come on, come on,

Chapter EightMikaela:I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t, at least not with everything spinning in my head like a storm I couldn’t shut down.Samantha was in the bed, beside me, finally breathing peacefullyBut me, on the other hand, my body was exhausted.I went to sit by the window, with a dagger in hand, my eyes on the street below, just in case.A soft knock came. I went stiff, and silent but confident. I walked to the door slowly, and peeked through the peephole.Samuel was there, Ethan’s driver.I opened the door halfway. “What?”“It’s time to go,” he informed me. “This place isn’t safe anymore.”I didn’t move. “What’s going on?”“Two men came here pretending to be staff. They asked about a woman with a scar and a child. Your husband said it's them”I turned back towards the room. Samantha was still asleep.I swallowed hard. “Where are we going then?”“There’s another hotel outside the city with no cameras. Paid in cash. Ethan made sure.”I hesitated. “Samantha stays with me, right?”S