Todos los capítulos de Marrying Without You: Capítulo 351 - Capítulo 360

Eric had somehow gotten the news, and he was there in less than twenty minutes.He was dressed in black, and he gave off a chilling aura."Are you hurt?" He ignored the police and dropped to one knee in front of Rosalyn. He then pulled her jacket open to check on her, and his voice was full of worry.His movements were so natural that the police officers were stunned.Rosalyn shook her head and tried to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.Eric's hand was warm against her freezing fingers."I'm her husband, and we'll get to the bottom of this."Before the police could respond, he pulled Rosalyn up. "Come on, follow me.""I am still at work—""Where's Tim?" Eric asked Rosalyn's assistant coldly. "One of his employees just got a death threat, and what is he doing?""Mr. Zahn is in a board meeting—""Tell him to get out here." Eric took out his phone and started calling someone. "Otherwise, I'll make Zahn Group's shares hit the floor today."Ten minutes later, Tim

Rosalyn struggled violently, clawing bloody scratches on the person's arm, but she couldn't fight the drug's effects.Right before she lost consciousness, she caught a glimpse of the masked attacker.After some time, a sharp, icy chill jolted Rosalyn awake.Her surroundings were dark, and she found herself lying in a cold, damp basement. Her hands were tied behind her back with a hemp rope, and her ankles were bound just as tightly.The basement was piled with moldy potatoes. The rotting stench and the scent of wet soil made her feel sick.The only light came from a tiny vent above her. In that weak glow, she saw some words painted in red on the wall.[Welcome to the game.]Rosalyn tried to struggle, but the ropes were tied professionally. The more she struggled, the tighter they got.Her phone and jewelry were gone. Even the small mole on her earlobe had been deliberately covered with a bandage.Just then, the basement door creaked open.A dark figure slowly climbed down t

Zoe's hand froze in midair, yet the smile on her face didn't falter. "Is that so? How unfortunate.""Zoe." Carl looked straight into her eyes. "Was it you?""Me?" Zoe laughed softly and walked to the wine cabinet to pour herself a glass of red wine. "I spent all day at home crying. Do you think I have the energy to kidnap someone?"She took a sip, and the red liquid stained her lips like blood. "Besides, I have nothing against Rosalyn—""Are you sure?" Carl sneered. "Have you forgotten how you cursed her at the hospital the day you lost the baby?"Zoe's fingers tightened around the glass, and it creaked. "Who are you married to, Carl?"She hurled the glass to the ground and shards flew everywhere. "I had a miscarriage! Our child is gone! Yet all you care about is that bitch?"Carl stayed expressionless as she went berserk. "I knew it. It's you.""Where's your proof?" Zoe suddenly calmed down and smiled strangely. "Without proof, you're just accusing me."She walked slowly towa

Eric, who usually carried himself with pride and composure, now had a hitch in his voice. His fingers trembled beyond his control.At the same time, the cellar's damp stench, which smelled like mold mixed with the metallic reek of blood, closed in around Rosalyn like an invisible net. She felt completely trapped.She curled up in the corner and dug her fingers deep into her palms. She was using pain to keep herself conscious.Rosalyn felt violent cramps in her stomach after three days without food. Her throat was dry, and her vision kept turning dark.The cellar was piled high with moldy potatoes, and the rotten smell was bad enough to make her gag.But right now, they were her only chance to survive.She groped through the darkness until her fingers finally brushed against one.Using what little strength she had left, Rosalyn cracked it open. The stench of decay rushed out, but she didn't care. Her hands shook as she scraped off the mold and stuffed the barely edible part into

Inside the CEO's office of Hammond Corporation, Eric stared at the disconnected call. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.Three days of anxiety, rage, and fear came together in that instant, hardening into resolve.Yet beneath it, he felt a flicker of relief.He had heard Rosalyn's voice. That meant she was still alive and well.That was enough.He was just glad she was alive."Sean! Get the car!""Eric!" Sean stepped in front of him. "This is obviously a trap!""Move." Eric's gaze was ice-cold."Then at least let me send people to follow you from a distance—" Sean couldn't let Eric go alone."No!" Eric shoved him aside. "Didn't you hear him? One extra person, and Rosie loses a body part!"Sean opened his mouth, but knowing what Rosalyn meant to Eric, he finally lowered his hand in defeat. "At least take this."He handed Eric a micro earpiece. "It's the latest model with a stable signal within 160 feet. I'll have people waiting on the perimeter. The moment