Semua Bab The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Nichole's POVFor days after seeing that horrible package, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw David Harrison's severed hand. Every time I tried to eat something, my stomach would turn and I'd remember the smell of blood that seemed to linger in my bedroom even after Thompson had cleaned everything up.I kept thinking about who could have sent it. The obvious answer was that Blake and Lydia had figured out my plan and hired someone to scare me. But the more I thought about it, the more questions I had.How had they found out about David Harrison? I had been so careful about meeting with him secretly. How did they know he was the source of the photos about Lydia's affairs? And most importantly, how had they found someone willing to commit murder just to send me a message?At night, I would lie in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with possibilities. During the day at work, I would find myself spacing out during meetings, thinking about that co

Nichole's POVAfter I hung up with Marcus, I sat in my office staring at my phone, trying to piece together everything that had been happening. The severed hand, the photos of David Harrison's murdered family, Marcus being followed, and now a threatening message written in what looked like blood.All of this felt too organized, too calculated to be random. Someone was orchestrating a campaign of terror against me, and I was becoming more and more certain I knew who it was."It has to be Vincent," I said to Adrian, who was pacing back and forth in front of my desk. "The limp that Marcus described, the timing, the level of violence - it all points to Vincent Reeves."Adrian stopped pacing and looked at me. "But what about Logan? He's still missing too. Maybe he's the one behind this."I shook my head immediately. "Logan is a coward, Adrian. He ran away the moment Vincent's story hit the news. He wouldn't have the balls to pull something like murdering an entire family and sending me bod

Adrian's POVAfter I left Nichole's office, I felt the weight of responsibility settling heavily on my shoulders. I was walking into a potentially dangerous situation, and everyone was counting on me to bring Marcus back safely.As I made my way to my car, I kept thinking about what Nichole had said about staying on the phone with her the entire time. Part of me was glad she would be monitoring the situation - it meant someone would know immediately if something went wrong. But another part of me was worried about what she might hear if things did go badly.I started my car and pulled out of the parking garage, my mind racing with thoughts about Vincent Reeves. If he really was back, if he really was the one behind the murdered family and the severed hand, then he was far more dangerous than any of us had initially realized.During our first encounter with Vincent months ago, he had seemed calculating and methodical, but not necessarily violent. He had kidnapped Nichole to force her t

Marcus's POVMy head was pounding like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was blurry and spinning. It felt like I was coming out of the worst hangover of my life, except I hadn't been drinking anything.When my vision finally cleared, I realized I wasn't in the police station anymore.I was sitting in a chair in what looked like an old warehouse or abandoned building. The walls were concrete, and there were pipes running along the ceiling. The air smelled musty and damp, like the place had been empty for a long time.My wrists were tied to the arms of the chair with zip ties that cut into my skin when I tried to move. My ankles were tied to the chair legs the same way. I couldn't move at all.The last thing I remembered was being at the police station, feeling anxious about the person who had been following me. I had needed to use the bathroom, so I had gotten up from the waiting area and walked down the hallway to the men's room.But after

Adrian's POVI drove back to the police station with my mind racing. Every few seconds, I kept thinking about the sound I had heard - Marcus calling for help. His voice had sounded so desperate, so scared. But Nichole was right. Going after him alone would have been stupid and dangerous. If Vincent really was behind all this, then walking into whatever trap he had set would just give him another hostage.But I still felt like I had abandoned my friend when he needed me most.The guilt was eating at me as I pulled into the parking lot where I had been just an hour ago. I needed to talk to the officers again, maybe get them to take Marcus's disappearance more seriously. Maybe if I explained about Vincent Reeves and the threats and the murdered family, they would understand that this wasn't just some random stalking case.I got out of my car and walked toward the police station entrance, already planning what I would say to the desk sergeant. I would tell them about Vincent's early relea