Chapter 3-Finding her and never letting go

Dominic POV

Aiden burst into my office, his voice filled with urgency.

"Boss, we found her!" The moment those words reached my ears, I leaped from my chair, my heart racing with hope and anxiety. It had been a year since my Ex wife vanished without a trace, leaving me in a constant state of worry and regret.

I often wished I could rewind time and be the husband I should have been, but now it felt like that chance had slipped away.

"How? When?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, as I caught Aiden's gaze. His eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was also a hint of sympathy that made my heart ache.

“Where is she?” I stepped closer, gripping his shirt in a mix of desperation and fear, my body trembling with a whirlwind of emotions. His expression hinted at both good and bad news.

“We found her. She’s in Russia with the Russian Don,” he revealed, and I felt my face drain of color. Ivan, my fiercest rival, had my wife, and a surge of rage coursed through me.

"We need to act quickly; gather all the men and head to Russia. This is a declaration of war! I want her back with me, and I won't rest until every last one of them is gone," I shouted, slamming my fist on the table.

Aiden's expression shifted as he heard the intensity in my voice, his gaze filled with concern.

"There's more to it, Don," he said cautiously, and I felt my eyes narrow in suspicion.

"What do you mean by that?" I growled, noticing the tremor in his voice.

"She’s not being mistreated, Don. She’s set to become his wife. Tomorrow at noon, there’s a ceremony planned, and he will marry her in front of everyone," Aiden explained, and I felt my heart drop as the reality sank in. My wife was about to marry Ivan

I knew Eve well enough to believe she wouldn't betray me like this. She was fully aware of my deep-seated hatred for him, the man who had taken everything from me my family, my peace. And now, she was choosing to marry him.

As the realization sank in, I felt a chill run through me. Was this her way of getting back at me? I knew she despised me for my past, but I couldn't just stand by and watch her unite with another man, especially not with Ivan.

Despite her feelings towards me, I had no intention of letting her slip away again, not after finally finding her after a year apart.

“Gather the men; we need to reach the wedding before it starts,” I instructed Aiden, who nodded and hurried out of the office.

A few hours later, I arrived at the wedding venue, taking care to stay hidden. The Russians were preoccupied, ensuring the area was secure, blissfully unaware that my men were strategically positioned all around them.

I found myself in the midst of the crowd, observing her from afar. She was just as stunning as I remembered, her beauty captivating, and her long black hair seemed to cascade even further than before.

When the priest invited the audience to share their thoughts, I seized the moment to challenge the vows being exchanged. Ivan was taken aback by my presence, unaware that I had already dealt with his men and disrupted the wedding.

It was quite easy, it was as if he had forgotten about me, or he thought i wasnt going to come for her.

But Eve, she appeared bewildered, gazing at me as if I were a stranger. In that moment, I realized something was amiss, and I was determined to uncover the truth. Ivan recognized my authority and chose not to confront me; he understood the cowardice in doing so, especially with my men surrounding him.

His eyes burned with fury as he assessed the situation. I pulled the trigger, watching as his body crumpled to the ground, and Eve let out a heart-wrenching scream just before I seized her.

“Let me go, no!” she cried out, struggling against my grip. I glanced at her as she stared at Ivan's lifeless form, shock etched across her face.

“No, you’re coming with me,” I insisted, hoisting her over my shoulder and making my way out, while the guests scattered in panic and my men followed closely behind.

We were headed straight for the airport. Eve fought against me, hurling curses and sobbing in despair, but I remained resolute; finding her was all that mattered.

Once we boarded the plane and it ascended into the sky, her resistance continued, her voice filled with anger.

“Enough, Eve,” I snapped, catching her off guard.

You’ve got the wrong person! My name is Clarissa, not Eve! Let me go, you’ve killed my husband!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face. It pains me to se her crying over a man i so much hated.

I felt a surge of anger, but I couldn’t help but believe she was crying for that man.

“No, he is not your husband; I am. We may be divorced, but I want you back. I want you back, Eve, and your name isn’t Clarissa,” I replied, locking eyes with her

"I don't know who you are. Please let me go; you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Clarissa and not Eve like you said," she said, and a chill ran through me as I bent down to meet her gaze.

"Look into my eyes and tell me you don't recognize me. Tell me, Eve, that you have no idea who I am," I shouted, frustrated by her denial, i hated that she would pretend not to know who i was, and it hurts me

But as she stared back at me, I took a step back in despair. Her eyes held no memories of me.

At that moment, I understood she truly had no idea who I was, or the situation we were in. It dawned on me then; she might have lost her memories.