All Chapters of Wrong bride to the right husband : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third person's POV…“Who are you?" Tracy asked the man. “You're clearly not Adrian. So who are you? Who sent you?" Tracy's voice rose. The man chuckled dangerously. “You're smart. But not so smart. You're too lousy that it was so easy to get you," Tracy felt a sting in her chest. She had been careless indeed. How could she just blindly follow him without thinking?"What do you want from me?” She asked again. He smiled out of the corner of his lips, his eyes still focused on the road. "You'll see. You'll be of good use to my boss,”"Take off the mask,” she commanded. "I want to see the face of my kidnapper,”"With pleasure,” he said. His left hand reached up to his face and he gently removed the disguise he was putting on. He also removed the voice effect that made him sound like Adrian. Tracy's breath hitched. She wasn't dreaming at all. She was really getting kidnapped. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?” She snapped. The man turned and looked at her confused. "You disguised yours

Third person's POV…Later that evening, Tracy was sitting outside near the camp fire, enjoying the evening air.She watched as the men played basketball and shouted in jubilation whenever their team member made a good play. They were so good at it. Adrian walked up behind her and brought a seat next to her and sat there. “How are you doing now?" He asked, unsure whether that was the right question. "I'm fine,” that was her only reply. She didn't look away from the men playing. Her eyes were still focused on them. Adrian sighed. “Are you still angry?" He asked. She looked down and thought for a minute. Then she looked back up and this time, looked at him. "If I said I still am, what are you going to do?”"Well, I'll try to pacify you and…" “Sshh," she brought her index finger to his lips. Adrian's eyes widened at her action. The sudden contact of her with his lips, made a shiver run down his spine. Tracy, realising her action, quickly removed her finger. "I'm not angry anymore

Third person's POV…Tracy and Adrian entered the hotel and moved towards the reception. “Uhh," Tracy heard a groan from behind and turned around. She saw the male attendant struggling with their luggage. She stopped walking and contemplated whether she should help him. She finally decided to help him. “Hi. Do you need help with that?" She asked nicely with a smile. “Good day ma'am," he bowed slightly. "Don't worry. I can handle it,”"Are you sure? You seem to be struggling with it,” Tracy persisted. "Mr Blackwood wouldn't appreciate that. He wouldn't have his fiancée doing his assistants' work,” he added. "Here, let me help you. He won't bother," she said. She turned around and saw Adrian watching them. He looked… indifferent. Without saying a word, he walked away. Tracy helped the assistant carry the luggage and they followed Adrian. As they got to the elevator, Tracy opted to carry the luggage alone since they were already headed for the room. "Thank you ma'am,” the assista

Third person's POV…Tracy walked into the suite, exhausted. She wasn't physically exhausted, but mentally and emotionally exhausted. She slumped on the couch with a sigh. She pulled out her phone from her bag and dialed Mercy's number. “Hey, What's up girl?" Mercy chirped. "How's London baby?”“I'm not doing good at all," Tracy said shaking her head. “What is the problem?" Tracy paused, contemplating whether to say what she had in mind or not. “I've fallen for Adrian," There was silence. Mercy's end was silent as no words came from her. “Mercy?" Tracy called, taking the phone away from her ear and checking the screen to confirm if the call was still ongoing. “Mercy" she called again, louder this time. “Sorry. What did you say?" She asked. “I didn't hear. There was something over here," Tracy sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I said I like Adrian," “You already did a long time ago. It's just now that your brain wants to acknowledge that. I'm happy for you," “Don't be happy f

Third person's POV…Tracy was too dumbfounded to speak. She just stared at the image of the beautiful woman in the newspaper. She looked incredibly pretty, with long hairs and a curvy figure. She looked down at him. Was he interested in her already? Did her fears of him falling for someone else overnight already happen?“Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked her. Tracy blinked. She didn't realize she was staring at him. “Nothing," she shook her head. “I… uh…,” she looked at the newspaper. "She looks pretty,”*Yeah," he said and took the newspaper back from her. Tracy just stood there, her heart already breaking. Does he like the supermodel?“Is there any specific reason you're looking at her picture?" Tracy blurted out. She needed to be sure. He looked at her. “She's very pretty as you said and I love admiring God's creation," She frowned. That wasn't a direct answer. He didn't answer her question. “So you…”"Look, I've had a very long night and stressful time. I just