The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Marcus's POVThe pain in my leg was getting worse. Every few minutes, I could feel more blood seeping through my pants where Vincent had stabbed me. My face throbbed from where he had hit me after I mentioned his daughter. I tried to focus on staying conscious, knowing that if I passed out, I might never wake up.Vincent had been quiet for a while after pulling the knife out of my leg. He just sat there staring at me with those cold eyes, like he was thinking about something. The silence was almost worse than when he was talking, because I didn't know what he was planning next.Finally, he stood up and walked over to a table where he had laid out his phone and some other things I couldn't see clearly."You know, Marcus," he said without turning around, "I want to tell you something. This whole situation, everything that's happened to you, it's all been planned out perfectly.""What do you mean?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.Vincent picked up his phone and

Nichole's POVLater that evening, after we had spent hours on the phone with the tactical team, going over every detail of the rescue plan, I finally went home. My head was spinning with everything that had happened. The fake police station, Marcus's capture, that horrible photo of him beaten and bleeding. I sat on my bed in my room, staring at the wall and thinking about how everything had gotten so complicated. When I first started my revenge plan against Blake and Lydia, it had seemed so simple. They had hurt me, so I would hurt them back. I would use their own paranoia and mistrust against them until they destroyed each other.But now Marcus was tied to a chair in some warehouse, probably wondering if he was going to die because he had agreed to help me get my revenge.I kept thinking about that photo Vincent had sent. Marcus's face was so swollen I could barely recognize him. There was blood everywhere. And his eyes - they looked so scared and hopeless.This was all my fault. If

Jennifer's POVI couldn't sleep at all that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that horrible photo of Marcus tied to the chair, his face beaten and swollen, blood everywhere. I kept thinking about how scared he must be, wondering if we were going to be able to save him in time.At about five in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep and got out of bed. I started pacing back and forth in my room, trying to think of something, anything that might help with the rescue mission.The tactical team that Nichole had hired seemed professional and experienced, but they were working with limited information. All we really knew was the warehouse address Vincent had given us, and we weren't even sure if that's really where Marcus was being held. Vincent was smart enough to send them to a trap location while keeping Marcus somewhere else entirely.I kept pacing, my mind racing through different possibilities. What if we could find a way to confirm Marcus's location before the tactical team w

Marcus's POVThe pain in my leg had gotten so bad that I could barely think straight. Vincent had left the knife wound untreated, and I could feel my pants getting wetter with blood every few minutes. My face was throbbing from where he had hit me, and my wrists were raw and bleeding from the zip ties cutting into my skin.But what scared me most wasn't the physical pain. It was watching Vincent work on his tablet, completely calm and focused, like torturing me was just another item on his daily to-do list.He had been tapping on that tablet for the past hour, occasionally making phone calls in a voice too low for me to hear clearly. Every time he looked at the screen, he would nod with satisfaction, like he was pleased with whatever information he was getting.I knew I needed to do something to distract him or slow him down. If Nichole and Adrian were planning some kind of rescue, they would need time to figure out where I was and how to get to me safely. The longer I could keep Vinc

Marcus's POVWhen I woke up, my whole body felt like it was on fire. The shock device had left burn marks on my chest and shoulders, and the knife wound in my leg was still bleeding slowly. My mouth was dry and tasted like metal. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but Vincent was still there, still working on his tablet like nothing had happened."Welcome back," he said without looking up from his screen. "I was wondering if you were going to sleep through the best part.""What best part?" I asked, my voice coming out as barely a whisper."The part where your friends walk straight into the trap I've been preparing for them."Vincent turned his tablet around to show me more camera feeds. I could see what looked like a parking garage where several black vehicles were gathered. Men in tactical gear were loading weapons and equipment."The cavalry is coming," Vincent said with amusement. "Just like I knew they would."I stared at the screen, feeling helpless and terrified for