Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS EX-WIFE, HIS NIGHTMARE: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 88

Chapter TenMikaela:“No, it's a leverage, Mikaela. Your inability to tell the difference is the reason why you keep running, thinking everything is a threat, but you can never run from leverage.”“Just go straight to the fucking point already!” I scoffed, looking him in the eye. “Give in to us, Mikaela. Your life and your daughter’s depend on it.” He pushed further as he walked around the table slowly, heading towards me.I was already sick of all this stupid drama. It was unnecessary. But at this point, I didn't care if they would believe me or not, I just had to tell the truth.“You’re wasting your time here. You've been wasting your time on the wrong person!” I raised my voice.He paused in his tracks, lifting a brow. “What does that mean?”“I'm not with the money. I'm nothing but a bait, meanwhile the person with the actual wealth is somewhere, living his dream life out there without any suspicion on him” I crossed my arms, walking to him.If he wouldn't come to me, I would go t

Chapter Twelve Mikaela: I could feel the car shaking under us. Ethan had the wheel in a tight grip, jaw grinding, shoulders locked. His whole body screamed focus, but I could see a flicker of fear in his eyes when the headlights behind us spread wider and closer. Four cars. They were too many for just us. It felt like a race for a moment. “Don’t let go of her,” Ethan snapped without looking at me. His voice was low but sharp, the kind that didn’t allow room for questions or complaints. Natasha’s little fingers dug into my skin, her face buried in my chest. She was shaking. I tightened my arms around her, wishing I could press her heart into mine and hide her from all of this. A phone buzzed, but it didn't matter whose phone it was. Ethan hit the speaker roughly. Silence. Then Samuel’s voice burst through, broken. “I found….Samantha, she's safe, but…..” The line cracked, and swallowed his next words whole. My stomach dropped. “Samuel? Where? Say it again!” Nothing c

Chapter FourteenKaren:I was in my room when I heard the doors break downstairs. The sound was heavy, sharp, like the house itself was crying out. I had lived in this mansion most of my life. I knew the sound of every floorboard, and I knew when strangers entered it.I did not fight when they burst into my room. I saw one of them first, I recognized this menace.Savage.His eyes burned with the kind of hate only a man like him could carry. Two of his little servants came to hold me by the arms and dragged me out. My feet slid along as I was dragged like a prisoner in the place I once ruled.They shoved me into the living room. And in the center, leaning on his cane, was the old man. Their leader. Mr. Hills.They forced me into a chair. My wrists were tied, the rope rough and biting into my skin. I lifted my head and looked around. I saw Savage grinning like a beast. I saw the servants whispering and laughing at me. And I saw the old man, who thought he had finally won.He took a st

EpilogueMikaela:The sun had just started to rise over the city. Its light spilled into the building, making the walls glow soft gold.I stood by the window, looking out at the skyscrapers stretching into the sky. From up here, the world felt quiet, almost unreal. Dubai was so far from everything I had known, but it was safe. For the first time in a long time, safe felt like home.Ethan was in the kitchen, cutting fruit with careful hands. Natasha and Samantha were on the living room floor, playing a board game, giggling and arguing over turns. Their voices floated through the apartment, and for a moment, I let myself breathe.I touched the scar on my chest. The sniper’s bullet had missed my heart, but it left its mark. Every time I traced it, I remembered the chaos, the hospital lights, Ethan screaming at me to hold on. Survival had not come easy. It had been bought with fire, betrayal and loss. My family, my bloodline, my name, my wealth, all gone. Everything I had ever thought