All Chapters of I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ALEXANDER The city looked calm from my office window, glass and steel reflecting a sky that hadn’t yet decided whether it wanted to storm. Calm was a lie I had learned to recognize early. Calm meant something was moving underneath. David didn’t knock. He never did when the information mattered. He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and remained standing. That alone told me the shape of the news. David only sat when things were already contained. “Adrian Hale,” he said, without preamble. “He was admitted to St. Teresa the night Liora died.” I leaned back slightly in my chair, fingers steepled loosely, my gaze still fixed on the skyline. The corners of my mouth lifted into something that might have resembled amusement to someone who didn’t know me. A quiet, humorless smirk. “Private wing?” I asked. “Yes. No standard intake. No digital trail in the public system. Influence was used. He was discharged before sunrise.” I finally turned to look at him then. David’s e

ELOWEN POVI stared at the phone long after the video ended.Seconds stretched into minutes. Not the minutes that scrape against the edges of your patience— these were heavier. Thicker. The kind that presses against your chest without warning.Serena… Laid unconscious God knows where. Chained. Alive, but completely at someone else’s mercy.My fingers hovered over Alexander’s shoulder, the impulse to shake him awake tearing at my mind. But then, I stopped.Not because I doubted him, never him— but because I understood the trap. Whoever had taken Serena wanted me alone. That meant they expected me to make the choice. They expected my obedience.I deleted the message preview. Not the video itself. That stayed as the evidence. A Leverage. Proof of what I was up against. Quiet defiance, the first caution in a war I hadn’t formally joined yet.I read the simple instruction again, ‘Arrive alone.’My instincts screamed to argue. To resist. To scream that no one controlled me. But instincts

ELOWENI woke up to pain before any thoughts.A slow, invasive ache that pressed into every muscle and joint as if my body had been dismantled and reassembled wrong. The pain didn’t spike. It spread. It pulsed in dull waves that seemed to come from somewhere behind my eyes and sink downward, settling into my bones.I tried to move, but I couldn't. That was when the smell reached me…Metal— old, unpolished, damp. Antiseptic sharp enough to sting the back of my throat. And beneath it all, the sour rot of concrete that had never seen sunlight, that had soaked up decades of cold and moisture and secrets. It filled my lungs when I inhaled, thick and heavy, like the air itself had weight.I forced my eyes open.Darkness answered me. It pressed against my vision so completely it felt like blindness, and for one disorienting moment, terror flared sharp and fast in my chest.I blinked hard. Again and again, trying to see clearly. Nothing changed though…I focused inward then— on sensation, o

ELOWEN I stared at Lauren in disbelief. The sight of her hit differently— a sick recognition. Her posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if she were arriving late to a dinner party rather than a concrete cell. Her eyes flicked over me, then back to Daniela, the corner of her mouth lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile.“Still conscious?” Lauren asked lightly. “Good. I didn’t want to repeat myself.”My fingers curled as much as the restraints allowed. “You’re here as well?” I nodded as though talking to myself. “I see… I am not surprised though.” I turned to Daniela. “So? Did she give your son an heir yet?” I asked. Curious even in pain and chains. “I am about to.” Lauren smirked, touching her belly gently. “I'm already…” “No,” Daniela said sharply. “Don’t give her such information. She's a curse, a living dark magic.” I blinked at first and then laughed out loud… “I mean, seriously? Are you really pregnant with Adrian’s child?” I raised a brow. “That doesn’t concern yo

ELOWENHer words didn’t strike me all at once. They trembled through me, slow and invasive, like a sickness settling into the marrow.Before I could form another thought, before I could even force my lungs to pull in air— the wall opposite me shifted.A low mechanical hum vibrated through the concrete beneath my back, through the chains that held me apart like some grotesque display. The darkness fractured as the screen ignited, light flooding the room in a harsh, unforgiving rectangle.My breath stopped.And as the image sharpened, my blood turned to ice…“Serena.” I gasped. She was chained upright against a bare wall, her wrists stretched wide, ankles bound apart in a posture so deliberately exposing it made my stomach twist violently. Her clothes were rumpled, stained, her hair plastered to her face with sweat and tears. Her chest heaving in shallow, frantic bursts as she thrashed against restraints that refused to give even a millimeter.“Help— ple-eaase… someone—!” Her voice c