All Chapters of NEGLECTED WIFE BECAME THE MOST WANTED : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

EMILIA'S POVI wasn't entirely sure what had woken me up from my deep, agonizing sleep. Maybe the annoying sound of water dripping somewhere around me. Or maybe it was the blinding light that was flashing straight into my eyes even in my sleep. I hissed and tried to move my face away from the light. But a sound of protest left my mouth as I attempted to move. My neck was stiff, something was holding me firmly in place that I couldn't even move a finger without feeling the pain. As I tried to make sense to why I was feeling the way I felt and also tried to move around, I drifted off again, completely taken away by a type of sleep I have no energy to fight. When I woke up again, I felt better, my bones weren't aching and I wasn't restricted by anything. As I tried to move around, I realized I was in bed. What I felt earlier must have been a dream. I didn’t remember falling asleep though, and I couldn't make sense of anything because the Last time I recalled, I was in the bathroom in

EMILIA'S POVNever in my life did I think I would ever have a gun pointed to my head. But that was exactly the situation I was in right now. The chilled stranger had set me up in a chair, tied my hands behind my back, and lit up a cigar while he set the gun. He had asked me how I wanted to be killed. I didn't respond to that. I never responded to any of his questions after he told me he was going to end my life in ten minutes. I have come to the conclusion that he was a psychopath. He doesn't look like a kind of person that would listen to apologies. He was sick, a dangerous kind of sickness. I watched him inhale deeply from the cigarette between his fingers and swallowed the smoke, then let it out through his nose nonchalantly. "Do you know why I am still yet to do what I was paid for?" He grumbled under his breath, staring into space absent minded. The gun was still pressed against the side of my head. At first, I refused to respond to that too but when he turned his attention

EMILIA’S POV It didn't take long for me to realize that I was out of the country. From the signboards all around and the moving crowd on the street, I recognize that quite early. I stood out there for hours, watching, with no damn idea how to get myself out of such situation. I was in France. With no phone, no access to anyone I know, no money for plane tickets, nothing. Worst of all, I couldn't understand a single word coming out of their mouths, I don’t speak French, neither do they speak English. So now, I had to stare cluelessly at anyone I tried to ask, while they were probably looking at me like someone with missing chunks of chromosomes.I need to make a plan. Fast. As I stood there trying to come up with my next move, I heard the sound of my name being called, faint at first, like the person was so far away and I ignored it, knowing damn well that there was absolutely no one around here that should know me. Then it got close enough for me to realize I was actually the one

EMILIA’S POVI slept through the entire plane ride back to the States. Seven hours of well needed rest. Julian had woken me up and walked me through the airport toward his waiting vehicle. His driver drove us straight to his neighborhood. I assumed he was bringing me back to his home, which I didn't even object to, not after being kidnapped and shipped across the country. But to my surprise, we stopped at a completely different apartment. “What are we doing here?” I had asked, hesitating to step out of the car. “I told you I would get you a safer place. This is it. You are going to live here for….I don’t know. Until I am sure you are not at risk of anything.” “You can’t just…..give me a house and expect me to start living. I should pay for it.” He glared at me, as though he had been expecting just that. “This is my property, you are not paying.” He helped me out of the car and we walked side by side toward the front door. He swiped a card at the door, it beeped, and then opened u

JULIAN’S POVI knew that bastard was going to show up, which was exactly why I was in the apartment. “Emilia..” He rushed in and engulfed her in a hug the minute she opened the door. Seeing his hands all over her made something snap in my chest but I pressed it down, knowing this wasn’t the best time to act out of character. “Oh God, I have been so worried about you.” “I am fine now.” “Are you hurt..” he moved away from her and began to check her out. “Did they hurt you?” “No.” She pulled herself all the way from him, very aware of my eyes on them. “They didn't do anything, I am fine, I promise.” She laughed uneasily. “Oh God, we really need to get the cops involved, this is…” “No” She blurted too fast. “There is absolutely no need for that. Julian has handled everything…” She pointed toward me. Only then did he notice they weren't actually alone in the room. “You should eat,” I muttered to her, completely ignoring him. “I will order dinner for you, it’s late.” I lowered mysel