All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ROOSEVELT’S POV The afternoon sun poured down over the grass of our backyard garden. I sat comfortably on a large woven picnic blanket, laughing softly as I watched my husband chase our two beautiful children around the garden. "You cannot escape me. I am way too fast for you!" Zyran roared playfully, his deep voice echoing across the yard as he lunged forward, easily catching our now seven- year- old daughter by the waist. "No, Daddy, put me down! I am too big for tickles!" Lorna shrieked, bursting into loud, uncontrollable giggles as she squirmed in his arms, her long hair flying wildly in the wind. "You are never too big for tickles, little queen. Now I am going to catch your brother!" Zyran laughed, spinning Lorna around and gently setting her on the grass before turning toward the tiny, stumbling toddler trying to run away on his short little legs. "Run, Julian! I am is coming to get you!" Lorna cheered, clapping her hands and pointing at her two-year-old baby brother.

ROOSEVELT’S POVA wet cloth was over my mouth and nose as I smelt the foul liquid that forced its way down my throat trying to knock me off in the hospital hallway.Instead of losing consciousness, I bit the palm of the hand that had my mouth covered and the man gasped before removing his hand from my face.I twisted around and drove my elbow into his ribs using all my strength as he stumbled back into the darkness giving me just enough to get away and free myself before I broke into a run down the hallway towards the ICU.I reached the glass doors and pounded on them yelling for the doctors to open up as they flashed a bright light across my face.The overhead ICU lights suddenly came on as a nurse came running to my aid from the other side of the hallway.“What happened there?” She asked as she took my hands looking at the scratches on my arms before gazing into my eyes.I pointed behind me at the corridor showing her the area in which the man had my mouth covered but the long hallw

ROOSEVELT’S POVLorna was sitting in a dark room tied to a wooden chair with a clock counting down from sixty seconds.I stared at the glowing phone screen, and my thumb trembled so hard I almost dropped the device on the floor.“Zyran, lo… look! That's my Lorna! Jezz! That's her” I whispered, as tears welled up in my eyes as I showed my husband the screen with my heart pounding in my ears.Zyran took the phone from my hand, his eyes scanning the video for two seconds. Then his face boiled in fury as he heaved a sigh of depression before he passed it to his chief security officer.“Find this location right now,” Zyran said to his officer, keeping his voice calm and pulling me closer to his chest. “Search all buildings that lead to the hidden exit tunnel.”I pushed Julian closer to my hip, deciding at that moment that I would not be sitting in this villa while something dreadful happened to my daughter.“We need to go to the hospital now,” I said to Zyran looking him in the eyes becau

ROOSEVELT’S POVMina was holding the burning matches inches away from an open drum of fuel, and my daughter was tied to a chair right next to her. Lorna was desperately struggling for her life at the mercy of Mina.I wanted so badly to scream but I held myself as crouched low behind Zyran and we walked deeper into the warehouse, my eyes locked on Lorna’s tear-streaked face.My little girl was sobbing silently, her tiny shoulders hitching with every flicker of the red light in Mina’s hand.Zyran’s guards spread out in a wide circle around us, raising their weapons while keeping their distance.I held my breath as we peered around the corner, knowing that any sudden move on our part would end with the whole damn warehouse engulfed in flames.“Do not come any closer, Zyran!” Mina shrieked as she noticed our presence, her voice frayed with no emotion as she waved the burning match-stick in my daughter’s direction.She looked completely wild, her curly hair messy and her eyes wide with unh

Roosevelt’s PovSo my mother-in-law had bought the boat that let my daughter's kidnapper get away.I looked at the plastic bag in Zyran's hand, staring at the cracked phone screen inside it. A part of me was still reeling in shock as I finally realized what it all meant. Beatrice was not just a mean, bitter woman who hated me. She had been financing a violent criminal who was willing to take matters into his own hands.“I need to go to the police station now,” Zyran muttered, putting his phone into his coat pocket. “The police have Mina in the cell, and she has refused to give them any information.”"I am coming with you," I said, stepping right past him into the hall.“No, Roosevelt, you need to stay here with Lorna,” Zyran replied, turning to face me. “You look exhausted, and you need to stay here in the safehouse with Lorna and rest.“Zyran, Lorna will be fine, and I am not going to sit here in this quiet house doing nothing while your mother funds a criminal,” I said, looking him