Escaped My Ex Got Snatched By His Rival Novels & Stories

“Then we’re both on the same team. I promise, Gino. But you have to promise to trust me in return. Damon isn’t the sort to just give up so easily, look at how he found me in Paris with you. He won’t stop and I know he won’t. It’s a dangerous game.” I held her tightly and kissed her forehead to assure her that I was by her side no matter what. This may have started out as a contract fake marriage but it was much more than that now. Her ex may have rejected her, but I was claiming her as mine. No matter what the consequences would be. Harriet was mine for life.

I began, "The dinner night I had anticipated had come out a vicious plan of his. He drugged me, and then sold me off." "What?" Liz got stumped, and her eyes widened as horror crossed her eyes. "I can't believe it. What happened after that? How did you escape? Is this why you left the town," Liz was puzzled as she struggled to process everything. "I did not escape, Liz," I took a small gulp, "I slept with a man named Zac Bratva, who is Liam's dad. He told me I could get my sight back if I became his woman. And I agreed," explaining to Liz I looked at her, found her staring at me in shock. Hence, I continued before she asked me to clear the rest, "I escaped after the operation was successfully

“My major goal is to survive.” That gets a stir, a ripple moving through the crowd. I can see them shifting, whispering, some disbelief, some anger. The scarred man narrows his eyes, he's probably the father to the first man who brought us here, I can see striking resemblance. “You expect us to believe he would just let his mate walk away?” The word mate makes my stomach turn. I bite down on the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, using the sting to keep myself steady. “He didn’t let me. I escaped.”

“Hand me the file. Let me see.” He sighed and pulled out a blank contract template. “Who is she?” “You know her.” “You didn’t do what I asked.” I frowned. “I would have, Ethan. But I needed to be sure you weren’t crazy. Back to my question—who is she?” “I already told you. You know her.” His fingers froze mid-type. “I know her?” I nodded. Realization dawned. “You mean your employee’s ex?” “Yes.” “The one dragged all over social media? Accused of denying parental rights, trying to extort the father? The so-called baby mama from hell?”

It was like I fell into another dark pit after escaping an abusive relationship. Conjuring up some valor, I raised my head to deal with this new dilemma and tried to negotiate with my ex. “I will pay your money soon, Alpha. Give me some time to gather the amount.” My statement evaporated Xander’s victorious grin into thin air. He lunged forward and growled. “What did you say? You will repay this debt? What are you even thinking?” As I didn’t give in to trickery, Xander lost it. He couldn’t digest the firm response of his submissive ex-wife and spat out.

The silence was so loud I had to make sure the call hadn't dropped. "Antonia?" "I'm here," she said. "I'm just... processing." "Take your time. I've been processing since the lift." "Carmen." Her voice was very careful now. "Are you telling me that you went to that nightclub to seduce a fashion executive, accidentally slept with a footballer who happens to be your ex-boyfriend's biggest rival, and you're just now finding out?" "Yes." "And the plan? Mirabel's plan?" "Gone. Dead. The plan is finished."

Ask your employer's old business partner Marcus how thorough we can be, if you'd like a reference. She hadn't needed the reference. Everyone in this world of quiet, watchful money seemed to know the story by now, the man who'd once betrayed this family and later tried to make it right, gone missing after a car full of armed men caught up with him on a rain-slicked street. Nobody had found him since. Nobody expected to.

He pulled the door open, and I slid into the backseat, my body trembling, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I swore he could hear it. Where was he taking me? To kill me? To sell me off? Dear God—what if he was an organ harvester? Panic clawed at my chest. My hands itched to reach for the door, to fling it open and run before it was too late. After all, no contract had been signed yet—nothing bound me to him. I could still escape. But then another voice rose inside me, fierce, merciless. Don’t you dare. This contract is the only thread keeping your mother alive. This man—this stranger—is the only lifeline you have left.

Completely naked. He was having sex with the same neighbor I'd caught him with weeks earlier. He looked over at me and grinned. "Told you you'd regret leaving me," he sneered without slowing down. "You ran away like a dumb bitch... and look what happened. Your little bastard got kidnapped." "Where's Kael?" I screamed. "The hell if I know." Then I heard Kael scream again. Without thinking, I ran to the front door, yanked it open, and rushed outside...

The day I got promoted, I could barely contain my excitement as I told my boyfriend the good news. Instead of celebrating with me, he suddenly went quiet. His eyes fixed on the wall behind me as if he were staring at something I could not see. "Sunny, I think I can see something." He lowered his voice, putting on an air of mystery and concern. Then, as if to prove what he was seeing was real, he reached over and gently turned my head toward the wall, so I was looking in the same direction. There was nothing there, just a blank wall. I stared at him in confusion, but his expression suddenly grew tense. "It says you shouldn't take the position at the new office. "If you go, you'll get c