Semua Bab Billionaire Alpha's Ex-wife and Her Hidden Cubs : Bab 161 - Bab 170

He turned to leave, but another figure walked from the doors behind him. She walked into the room with practiced composure, her dark, long hair falling to her waist, a smile on her face that made her high cheekbones even finer, her tall, milky skin. She was wearing a red blazer and a red T-shirt. She had each step deliberate and controlled. Her smile was practiced, revealing teeth too white and too perfect. "Mr. and Mrs. Castellano." She paused and looked at them stretching forth her hands “I am Bonnie” Neither Pierce nor Rosa moved to shake it. Rosa's face hardened and grew suspicious. "Who are you?" Bonnie's smile widened, although it never reached her pale eyes. She withdrew her hand without offense. "A friend. Or I could be, if you let me." "We don't know you," Pierce said "No, but I know you." Bonnie tilted her head slightly, studying them "I know about your daughter. Elena, twelve years old, disappeared thirty-seven days ago. Brown hair, green eyes, wearing a pink jacket

Rosa reached out for the tablet, but Bonnie pulled it back. "Is that recent?" Pierce asked, "When was that taken?" "This morning," Bonnie said. "About six hours ago. She's being kept comfortable. Fed. Not harmed. Kelvin may be many things, but he's not a monster to children." She paused. "Unless he needs to be." Rosa's legs weakened. She collapsed onto the chair beside Marcus's bed, her hands covering her face. Tears rolled down her face. Marcus reached out from the bed, his hand finding his mum's shoulder. "Mum…" he began "She's alive," Rosa choked "Oh God, Pierce, she's alive. Our baby is alive." Pierce couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't process the terror that Elena lived, rage at what was being asked, terror at what would happen if they refused. Bonnie gathered the scattered papers and then slid them back into the envelope. "Seventy-two hours," she repeated. "Sign the divorce papers. Agree to the marriage terms. Kelvin will contact you with further instructions." She

Then what do you want?" Rosa screamed. "What is your solution, Pierce? What is your grand plan? Because I'm listening! I'm standing here, waiting for you to tell me how we save Elena without doing this! So tell me! Give me the magic answer!" Pierce opened his mouth, but nothing came. Because there was no answer. No magic solution. Just the terrible truth that the police had failed, their investigator had failed, and every lead had turned cold. "We wait," he said finally. "We keep looking. We trust that Kelvin will make a mistake. That someone in his organization will talk. That Elena will find a way to.." "To what?" Rosa asked “to escape? She's six, Pierce. Six years old. She's not going to overpower her captors and run home. She's not going to outsmart the Syndicate. She's going to sit in that room and wait and hope that her parents love her enough to do whatever it takes to bring her home." "I do love her!" Pierce's voice cracked. "I love her so much it's killing me! But I lov

"I'm being forced and blackmailed." "You're being given a choice. And you're making it." He took her hand. His grip was firm, possessive. "Shall we begin?" The officiant cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to—" "Skip to the vows," Kelvin interrupted. "I've waited long enough." The man nodded quickly. "Right. Of course. Mr. Kelvin, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do." Kelvin's eyes never left Rosa's face. "I absolutely do." "And do you, Rosa Blackwood, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day…" "She does," Kelvin said. The officiant blinked. "Sir, she needs to say…" "She does." Kelvin squeezed Rosa's hand tighter. "Don't you, my love? You take me as your husband. You promise to honor and obey me. You surrender yourself

"Where's Elena?" Rosa asked her voice filled with raw desperation. "Safe." Dante set his glasses down with deliberate slowness. "For now." "What does that mean? What does 'for now' mean?" "It means," Dante leaned back in his chair with a smile" that her continued safety depends entirely on how this conversation goes. Please, Rosa. Sit.m. Rosa refused to move. "I want to see her. You said she's safe. Prove it." "I will. But first, we talk." He gestured to the chair again. "I'm not an unreasonable man, Rosa. But I do require courtesy. Sit down." He's playing with me, Rosa thought. Like a cat race. He wants me to beg. She sat. Not because he commanded it, but because her legs couldn't hold her anymore. She heaved a sigh as she sat on the chair, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Dante smiled. "There. That wasn't so difficult, was it?" "Go to hell." "Charming. Kelvin said you had fire. I can see he wasn't bluffing." Dante stood, moved to the sidebar, and poured himself