Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Return : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

102Alora's POV This was hell, and I hated it here. A small groan slid past my lips and I tried my level best to muffle it. A dull ache spread through my back, and the sensation that register in my skin could be akin to a million and one needles bring pricked into my skin, all at the same time.I wanted to yell, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. Why? It would only make matters worse.I tried to stretch, but it was a lost cause. In the last two days, I'd been in the same spot, with my hands tied back and legs bound like an animal waiting to be sacrificed. If there was anything that had changed, I would say it was just the paper bag. Whoever my captor was, had taken the bag off sometime when I was asleep, and the scene in front of me wasn't one I would have imagined in a million years. The room was dingy and dirty to say the least. While I sat hurdled in the corner, a table and two chairs sat in the middle. The walls were filthy and a stale stench wafted up my nostrils. I

104 Fredrick’s POV I stared at the two people in front of me, and I couldn't help but frown. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't always a bad time in their midst, but I hated the fact that the only time we were together like this, was to discuss one single thing. Or more specifically, someone. Alora. I'd been struggling with something in the past couple of days, but one glance at my surroundings only proved my biggest fears, she was missing. Again. “I hate this.” I muttered. “Gathering every now and then because some bloody bastard just won't let Alora be! When the hell did she gather so many enemies?” “I highly think that question is unnecessary at this point.” Fredrick let out slowly. “now that we've identified the problem ,it's better to come up with a solution.” “Yes, I agree.” Laura chipped in. “Tell us everything that happened. From the start.” A small and petty part of me almost didn't want to do that. Why? When I'd first told Laura about Alora's disappearance, she'd

106Alora's POV I knew the universe hated me, but this was beginning to get too much, even for her. I tried to keep out of trouble, but no matter how careful I was, I was landed back in more trouble, if not worse. Take this right now as a case scenario. I could still feel his palm pressed against my mouth, and believe me when I said it wasn't pleasant. His back pressed against mine, and while that was uncomfortable to a whole lot of people, it only heightened my fear and anxiety. Did he have a knife tucked underneath his belt or pocket? How about a gun? Or was there a pocket dagger that would press into my side if I dared to inch back even by a centimeter? I cursed underneath my breath. I wasn't overly superstitious, but at this point, I think it was safe to think that something was wrong with this city. Ever since I arrived here, it's been one problem or the other and I swear I was getting exhausted. “That's it.” The man behind me whispered, his voice cutting through my thoug

108Alora's POV I was a nervous wreck, but I'd be damned if I let it show. Beads of sweat lined my forehead, and no matter how many times I wiped it off, it always seemed to come back. Every single time. I exhaled loudly. If it were up to me, I would be nowhere near here, but like every other time in my life I didn't have a choice. It was fight or die, and I was tired of being murdered day by day by my own shitty lifestyle. My eyes roamed the office, and even though I'd silently prayed it would make me feel any better, it didn't. It made me feel worse, and I was this close to darting out of here and never looking back. Mr Donald's table was empty as always, and void of every personal effects. All that sat on his table, was a lone name tag that seemed to have seen the worst moments of his life. Even his walls held nothing but a worn out clock who's ticks seemed to be on the verge of driving me crazy. If I had my way, I would have hurled my heels into the clock but knowing Donal

110Alora's POV A small groan slid past my lips, but even that did nothing to stop the dull ache that spread through my head. My brain was on fire, and I felt like I was going to pass out anytime soon. I knew I couldn't though, it was a risk I wasn't willing to take, and that's what made it all the more worse. Beads of sweat trailed down the side of my face, but I wiped at it hastily with my handkerchief. My palms felt sweaty, and I didn't miss the moisture that raced down my back, before seeping into my clothes. My heart thundered in my chest, and no matter how many breathing exercises I did, nothing seemed to be working. Oh good Lord, please help me. If it wasn't already obvious by now, I was nervous. No, scratch that. I was a raging mess, just on the brink of going mad, and all it would take was just one thing. One small mishap and everything I'd worked for would come crashing to the ground.Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. I stared at the double doors in front of me.