All Chapters of The Billionaire Blood Bound Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Missing

CHRISTIAN Tom parked in front of a dingy bar with a neon sign hanging sideways. It read ‘Mix & Hot’. I scrunched up my nose as my eyes flitted around the surroundings. “Are you certain this is the place?” There was no way Charlotte would be here. How could she even know of a place like this?Tom peeped at the device in his hand. “Certain sir. The app Ethan had sent indicates this is where her phone is.” he unbuckled his seatbelt, pushing his door open. “I can run a quick check in–”“No. I’ll do it.” I climbed out of the car before he could protest. Passing the driver's seat, I gave a curt nod and started towards the bar. It was a few feet from where Tom had packed.I let my eyes scan the surrounding area one more time as I reached the bar. I flinched as my gaze caught the red Porsche sitting in the middle of the lot like a sore thumb in the midst of the old, beat-up trucks.I should have opted for something more discreet.A bell jingled as I slammed the door of the bar against the

Under Arrest

CHRISTIANAnother message followed immediately. ‘Sit tight and don’t try anything stupid.’ A laughing emoji sat at the end of the text.The sight of it snapped me out of my trance. Was this a joke? Did they think hitting and stuffing her in a trunk was funny?My body grew taut with rage at the thought. These lunatics were about the money. That was certain. The stories I heard around the circle always ended in ransoms. But they were mostly from people who coloured outside the line.The Hale enterprise was as clean as a whistle though that was subjective. But, I never dabble in anything illegal. I made sure of it. I clenched my jaw, my heart thudding as I retraced my steps back to Ethan. He was leaning over the counter, chatting with the bartender.His eyebrow shot up at the sight of me.“Change of plan. We’re leaving,” I gritted out and pointed at the balding man behind the bar. “Bring him along.”Without a word, he motioned the barman closer. As soon as he was close enough, Ethan

Save Me!

CHARLOTTEI coiled, barely bracing myself as the car hit another bump and jerked to a stop. The sound of the car door slamming shut, pushed panic hard in my chest. The footsteps approaching me amplified my fears. I had to do something to protect myself. Anything. Ignoring the slight ache, I straightened flat in the cramped space and blindly patted around me for anything I could use to defend myselfMy hand circled an empty can of soda. I held it tight just as the trunk flew open with a soft click. The bright light temporarily blinded my eyes. I blinked, the face of my abductor slowly coming into focus.His face was as big as the rest of his body. His eyes were large as they met my gaze. Tattoos replaced the hair on his face and head. A smirk stretched lips into a vile smile.He looked as evil as the devil you would imagine.“Had fun back here, baby?” he sneered, his eyes roaming my body with a lustful glint.I shut my eyes, wishing I were anywhere but here. “What do you want from m

12 Hours Down the Drain

CHRISTIAN“… you held him for nearly twelve hours before he was allowed to make a call.” Uncle Nathan’s voice boomed just before the door clicked open. “This is a violation of his constitutional right.”His imposing 6’7 figure loomed at the doorway. I straightened as his gaze cut across the room resting on me.It’s been ten years since I last saw him. Yet, he hasn’t changed much, except for a few new lines around his eyes and more gray hair.“He refused to exercise that right.” Detective Frank appeared, stalking towards me.“I find that hard to believe.” he followed behind, stopping in front of me. “Hey, nephew.” A smile touched his lips.I blanched at the greeting and stood up. “Done here?”He nodded. “Yes. All done.”“Good.” I started for the door.Detective Frank took a step forward, blocking my path. I stared down, meeting his gaze. He had held me in this room for hours, interrogating me. At first, I had answered all his questions—I needed their attention on Charlotte— until I re

My Love in Blood

CHARLOTTE“Ms. Charlotte. Sorry for keeping you waiting.” A man in a white lab coat walked in. “I’m Doctor Allen. I’ll be your attending doctor during your continued hospital visits. I’d like to go over some protocols we would like you to observe. Is that okay with you?”I nodded, too wired to talk. It had been easy to agree to this insanity when I was still basking in the high of getting married to Christian Hale. Now, it was downright terrifying.Especially since Christian has done nothing but drum my agreement into my head everyday i woke up. I could almost hear his cold voice in my ears, reminding me of my duty to his fiancée. It was the only time he ever spoke to me.A week has passed since we got married and he has been diligently keeping the promise he made at the altar. On the night of our wedding, he had practically warned me away from his space after pressuring me to pick a floor I would love to stay on.His reason was that he didn’t want to take any chance of bumping in

Guilt and Responsibility

CHRISTIAN“How much longer?” I asked, staring at the screens.Ethan had cleared out a room in the house and set up shop there. Three monitors sat on the table and the feeds from different angles of the park were showing on the screens. Ethan glanced at his wristwatch. “We should receive the next instruction in five minutes.”I nodded, resuming my pacing around the room. I was too agitated to sit still. I pulled out my phone and replayed the video they had sent to me. Charlotte was on the floor, her hands and legs tied with a rope. The blood on her head had matted against her face.My heart constricted with pain as her eyes darted fearfully around the room. Unaware of the camera.After they had sent the video, I knew I had to get her out. Ethan hadn’t been able to successfully pin down her location. And the police were too busy chasing the wrong tail. It felt almost as if someone was purposefully throwing the distractions our way.“He’s gotten the text.” Ethan’s voice snapped me out

Memory Loss

CHARLOTTEThe haze around my head seemed to lift every time I focused on the tiny dirt high on the ceiling. And I have been at it for a while.I shut my eyes and exhaled, feeling an instant relief from the tightness in my head. The sound of a door opening broke my reverie. Groaning, I opened my eyes and blinked through the haze until the room came into focus.My heart skipped a beat as two men walked towards me. One was taller than the other. Younger too. The younger one hurried towards me. He cradled the back of my head with shaky hands and gently lifted it. “It’s so good to see those eyes again,” he whispered breathlessly before dipping his head down and placing his lips on mine.I stiffened at the contact. He seemed to notice because he released my head and stepped back without another word.What was that?My eyes followed him as he moved to the corner of the room. Unabashedly, I stared at him, feeling a tingle start at the back of my head.Dark brown curls graced his head. His

Facts and Lies

CHARLOTTEI pulled away, staring at her like she had just sprouted a set of horns. “That’s not true, mum. I don’t have a husband.”“You do. He’s right there,” she replied, laughing awkwardly and pointing at the young man with curls.“No, I don’t,” I insisted, my voice sharper than I intended.An uncomfortable silence settled in the room. Even the sounds from the machines became nonexistent. Mum’s gaze darted across the room, glancing at everybody before resting on me. “Why would you say that, love?” she asked quietly, stroking my chin.I leaned closer. “I don’t know him,” I whispered, cupping my hand over my mouth. “I’ve never seen him before. I would know if I’m married.”Her eyes flitted over my face, searching. “You’re serious?” The panic in her voice fuelled my own.“Mum? What’s going on? Is this some sort of joke?” I nudged my head towards the men standing at the edge of my bed. “Did they put you up to this? Is that why they’re here?”She shook her head, tears streaming down he

Questions and Doubts

CHRISTIAN“She might be experiencing temporary amnesia.” I caught the doctor's words just as I closed the door. “These sorts of things happen more frequently than you think to people who have gone through traumatic situations. It’s the brain's way of protecting itself from extreme events. It might also be as a result of the blunt force to her head.”“But three years?” Charles Whitmore cried. “Does this mean she has no recollection of anything that has happened in her life these years?”“It could. Maybe there are some memories from those years that she is trying to repress.” he smiled warmly. “But that’s just my observation. We couldn’t know the full extent till we’ve carried out a couple of tests.”“How long would it be before she regains her memory?” Mrs. Whitmore sniffled, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. “She doesn’t even remember her husband!”I tried not to flinch at the word husband. That was the last name I wanted to be addressed with. Especially after I failed her. Failed

Piece of information

CHRISTIAN“You’ve got blood on my shirt, Jesus,” Ethan rolled up his sleeves hiding the bloodstain. “Maybe now we can get a little messier.”I stood behind them, taking it all in. The warehouse was soundproof, so I wasn’t worried about the screams coming from his mouth. Soundproofing the warehouse was just an additional precaution I wanted to take, even though it was miles from town.It was one of our warehouses scattered across the country. They were mostly leased but this one was special. I had specifically kept it aside for situations like this. The proximity to town was just the perfect distance.“Or you could just tell us what we need to know and put an end to this torture.” Ethan offered before landing a blow on Jesus’ face.His head rolled backwards and when it came back up, a large smile showed off his bloodied teeth. “Vete a al mierda.” Go to hell.I flexed my knuckles just as Ethan punched him again, this time, in his stomach. This was getting nowhere. Ethan had been on h

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