All Chapters of The Wife Who Walked Away Richer: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien’s POVIt had been three long days and yet the man who claimed to be a giant still couldn't get his hands on the very information he craved like he needed his next breath.I sat in the dim light of my home office with the only sound coming from the random movements my private teams made from time to time as they worked relentlessly to find Elsie. I hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours and one look at my reflection in the mirror showed I looked like someone who had been through hell.The first few hours after she had been taken away completely sucked as all my brain could do was blame me for everything. But as I couldn’t reach her and I realized I was running out of time, I had to push my self-loathing to the side and save her first. My eyes were bloodshot and my head banged with a constant headache that was a result of thinking too much and not getting sleep at all for the past hours.My body was on the verge of breaking down but I couldn’t care less because all I wanted was for El

Damien’s POV"Damien!" I heard Elsie’s tired voice reach me but all I could think of was the blood on my hands. Through the haze, I saw Lucas scrambling to stand with his eyes wild with a frantic, desperate triumph as he leveled the gun at me again. He looked like he had just won a lottery as he tried to pull the trigger again and just finish me off but he didn’t get to.Simeon and the rest of the team swarmed him and tackled him to the ground before feeding him with punches. I could hear the crack of bones and ribs but I didn’t really care about him anymore and neither did I care about the sirens I could hear from the distance.My attention was solely fixed on a drained figure that was dragging herself towards me on the floor, even though it looked painful."Elsie," I managed to rasp as my throat felt like it was closing off with so many emotions inside me. Slowly, she reached me and collapsed beside me, her hands bruised and trembling as they reached out to touch my face. Her eyes w

Elsie’s POVWhen I finally opened my eyes after what felt like forever, I blinked hard as my eyes tried to adjust to the light in the room.I winced as my whole body felt as though I had been run over by a truck, dumped inside a gutter and left to wither away for the longest time.My head was pounding with a crushing headache, my ribs throbbed painfully like they’ve been shattered and my memories were all over the place as I tried to remember what had happened. I remembered the kidnap and the rescue and then I remembered Damien being shot and panic filled me immediately as my eyes widened in panic. Is he alright?I looked around the room to see I was in the hospital and lying brokenly on the bed. Trying to check for some sign of life, I turned but let out a gasp as pain filled me. At the corner of the room and squeezed on a small couch that looked a bit too small for his body was Damien, who seemed to be fast asleep even in such an uncomfortable position.He must be very tired.He loo

Elsie’s POVThree weeks had passed since I was taken to the hospital and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was being monitored or followed because I knew Lucas had been caught and I was finally free. The bruises on my arms had slowly faded and the pain in my ribs had slowly softened. I was feeling much better now while the only time I felt a bit of pain or discomfort was when I moved too quickly or abruptly but other than that, I was as good as new. Good news? I had been discharged from the hospital ten days ago, and coming home felt like stepping into a new life with my baby still safe and alive in my belly.The house was buzzing today because some people were making little decorations to the living room. Damien was fully recovered just like me, business was blooming and to make it even better, we bagged another massive collaboration deal, undermining the fact that we have both been distracted a couple of times. To celebrate, Damien and I had decided to throw a

Damien’s POV"Is this how to treat your mother?" Her words were sharp and designed to trigger and make me cower like she always did but I wasn’t a child anymore. I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t."I apologize, Mother," I said, though I didn’t sound sorry. "I’m just tired. It’s been a long day, and as I said, I have a lot on my plate so I didn't mean to sound dismissive, but my time is limited.""It’s always limited when it comes to me, isn't it?" she countered, her voice dropping low like she was trying to keep her temper at bay. "You haven’t bothered to reach out in months. Not even a single check-in. I suppose you only care about your father’s recovery? You’ve always been like him, Damien. I am the one who kept this family’s reputation intact while he was in surgery, yet you treat me as if I’m a stranger."I closed my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The jealousy in her tone was palpable because I knew this tactic which she had used a lot of times already and the effect wa