All Chapters of Three Years With My Billionaire Husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The room was dark.Only one small light was on.It hung above the wall in front of me, casting a dull yellow glow over the large board that covered almost the entire wall.I stood there for a long time.My hands were in my pockets.My eyes never moved away from the images in front of me.Pictures.Documents.News papers.Strings.Red lines connecting one face to another.Everything led to the same name.Amara.Her picture was placed at the center of the board.She was smiling in that photo.Her eyes were bright. Alive. Full of fire.The same fire that once changed my life.The same fire that eventually destroyed it.My chest tightened.Around her picture were the others.The private syndicate.A secret organization that had existed for decades.A group of powerful people who hid behind wealth, politics, and influence.A group that destroyed lives and erased anyone who stood in their way.The man in black— Amara’s father.The one who built the system.The one who controlled everything

The search for Collin took longer than I expected.For three days, I moved my men through the city like a ghost.I checked the places he used to visit. The old bars. The quiet lounges where powerful men liked to hide their secrets behind expensive wine and loud laughter.Nothing.It was as if Collin had disappeared.At first, I thought he was probably in danger or worse— dead.But on the fourth night, someone finally mentioned his name.“He drinks at a place near the old docks now,” the bartender told me. “Not the kind of place you would like.”I didn’t care.I drove there immediately.The bar stood on a lonely street near the water. The building looked old and tired. The lights outside flickered weakly, like they were struggling to stay alive.Rain had started falling again.The cold wind carried the smell of the sea and rust.I stepped inside.The place was dark. A few men sat at scattered tables, their faces buried in bottles. The sound of an old radio hummed softly in the backgro

Liana’s POVI blinked several times.At first, everything was blurry.My eyes burned as they had been closed for too long. Shapes slowly moved in front of me, dark shadows shifting in the dim light.Then my vision slowly cleared.The first thing I noticed was the smell.It hit my nose so suddenly that my stomach twisted.The air smelled horrible.Rotten.Damp.Like old walls that had never seen sunlight.I swallowed hard, trying not to gag.Then I looked around.The room was small and dark. The walls were stained and rough, and there was only a single tiny bulb hanging from the ceiling above me. The weak light flickered slightly, making the shadows move across the room like ghosts.My heart immediately started racing.That was when I realized something even worse.I couldn’t move.My arms were pulled behind me, tightly tied to the back of a chair. Thick ropes pressed painfully against my wrists.My legs were tied too.My mouth—My mouth was covered with cloth.A muffled sound escaped

Liana’s POVThe men dragged me through a long, dark tunnel.My feet scraped against the cold ground as I struggled to keep up with their pace. My ribs still burned from the beating earlier. Every breath felt sharp and painful.The tunnel smelled damp and rotten.Water dripped slowly from the ceiling. Drop by drop.The sound echoed around us like a slow ticking clock.I could only think of one person at the moment.Adrian.Save me, please.That was all my heart wished for.Fear still sat heavily in my chest.I had no idea where they were taking me.And something inside me whispered that wherever we were going… it was not a place people returned from.Suddenly the men slowed down.We passed a large metal cage.My head turned instinctively.And my heart stopped.People.There were dozens of people locked inside.Men.Women.Even teenagers.Their bodies were thin and bruised. Some had cuts across their faces. Others had bandages wrapped around their arms and legs.They wore a white gowns

Adrian’s POVThe cold metal door closed quietly behind me.Darkness surrounded the narrow stairway leading underground.I paused for a moment.My chest rose and fell slowly as I listened carefully.No voices.No footsteps.Only silence.Every sound I made echoed back at me.I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black mask. I couldn’t afford to be seen or recognized.I adjusted the black cap on my head. I was on all black. The more attractive the colors are then the better.A strange smell filled the air but I ignored it.Finding Liana was my top priority.Then I stepped forward.Slowly.Carefully.Every movement had to be quiet.Every step had to be controlled.Because one mistake could destroy everything.And more importantly—One mistake could get Liana killed.I pulled the door shut above me and carefully covered the entrance again so it looked exactly the way it had before.Then I walked deeper into the underground passage.The moment I reached the bottom of the stairs,