All Chapters of ON YOUR KNEES, EX-HUSBAND : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damian~"She what?!"My voice thundered across the entire lobby, drawing startled stares from employees and visitors alike. Somewhere behind the front desk, a receptionist nearly dropped her coffee from the sheer force of my outburst.Greta flinched visibly in front of me, clutching her tablet tightly against her chest."I tried stopping her, Mr. Reeves." She rushed out anxiously. "I swear I did. But Carla wasn't listening to anyone anymore. The moment she saw that interview, she just....""Stormed off to confront a mafia boss by herself?" I snapped, dragging a frustrated hand through my hair. "What the hell was she thinking?!"The tension in my chest felt unbearable.My heart had been pounding violently ever since Greta made that call. At first I thought maybe Carla had simply gone somewhere to cool off. Maybe she'd driven around the city to clear her head.But no.Carla had done the absolute worst thing imaginable.She had marched straight into Marcus Grigo's territory alone.I turn

Carla~Warm water slid down my skin as the two maids worked in silence around me.One stood behind the marble tub carefully washing shampoo through my hair while the other knelt beside the water, gently scrubbing my arms with a sponge. The scent of lavender filled the massive bathroom, almost suffocating in how luxurious it all felt.I hated every second of it.The girls couldn't have been much older than Minnie. Or at least, that's what I thought.One looked barely twenty while the other seemed even younger. Petite frame, pale skin and nervous eyes that seemed to dart around a lot.Neither of them would look directly at me.Not once.Their movements were quick and practiced, almost robotic, as though they had done this many times before.I swallowed hard."Listen..." I tried again quietly. "You both really don't have to do this."No response.Not even a glance.The older one simply reached for my wrist and lifted my arm slightly to rinse soap away.A bitter feeling settled heavily in

Carla~“Not hungry?”Marcus’ voice sliced through the heavy silence hanging between us.I slowly raised my eyes from the untouched plate in front of me to find him watching me from across the long dining table, one hand lazily swirling wine around in his glass.The dim candlelight dancing across his face somehow made him look even more unsettling.Like a predator pretending to be civilized.“I noticed you’re barely eating,” he continued smoothly.The corner of my lips twitched.Right.Because apparently kidnapping me now came with dinner service.“How observant of you,” I muttered dryly.Marcus leaned back in his chair slightly, amused.I folded my arms.“Maybe I’m just not a fan of fancy date nights.”The sarcasm in my voice could’ve sliced through steel, but Marcus merely scoffed softly.Then, to my confusion, he reached for a remote resting beside him on the table.My brows furrowed instantly. What now?Without a word, he aimed the remote toward a large display screen mounted acros

Carla~The chaos and violence continued to erupt from outside, frightening me into taking cover in the corner of the room.My knees were pressed tightly against my chest as I sat on the cold floor, trembling uncontrollably while distant screams and loud bangs echoed through the mansion.What the hell was going on?I didn’t know.All I knew was that a lot of destruction and violence was happening outside those walls.Perhaps Marcus was under attack from a rival gang?It couldn’t possibly be the cops, right?They couldn’t have found me here that quickly...could they?Another loud gunshot rang out, much closer this time, causing me to flinch violently.My breathing became shallow as panic wrapped around my chest tighter and tighter.The fighting outside suddenly intensified.Heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway.Men shouted aggressively over one another.Then more gunshots exploded again, so close now that it sounded like the fight was heading directly toward this room.My heart ne

Xavier~“What?!”My voice echoed sharply across Damian’s living room, instantly drawing everyone’s attention toward me.The entire atmosphere in the house had already been tense for the past twenty-four hours.No one had slept.No one had eaten properly.And definitely no one had relaxed.Not after Carla disappeared.The moment my scout’s voice came through the phone again, low and urgent, my heartbeat immediately turned violent inside my chest.“We found her, boss.”For a second, the world around me went silent.Found her.My grip around the phone tightened.“Where?” I demanded instantly.There was brief static on the line before the man answered again.“She’s alive... but she’s not alone.”Something about his tone immediately made my stomach tighten.“What does that mean?” I asked coldly.Another pause.Then—“She’s in pretty bad shape, sir.”The words hit me harder than I expected.I slowly straightened from the chair I’d been sitting on.Every pair of eyes in the room followed me