All Chapters of The Billionaire's Untamed Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Anny’s scream filled the entire storehouse as her wrist was snapped and bent backward by Evelyn. Her wrist made snapping sounds causing her eyes to widen after Evelyn flung her hand to the side. It hurts. It hurts so much. Getting her wrist snapped like this, like a twig was the worst thing she has ever faced in her entire twenty-four years of living. Would she ever be able to use that wrist again? Because right now she couldn't feel the wrist. She couldn't feel anything at all and it felt as if it wasn't a part of her body anymore. It felt as if the wrist that was snapped was not hers and all she felt was numbness. She didn't even know when tiny droplets of tears started falling from her eyes. She stared at Evelyn in disdain. How she now hates this girl. If she had known that she would be this dangerous, she would have left her and not said anything but this girl here had snapped her wrist like a twig and made her realize that she has been playing with the wrong person and should ne

“Reporting live from the old and prominent storehouse of the city. Here we have Miss Anny in the custody of the police. A promising citizen had informed the police to have seen her around the storehouse. She was caught while attempting to run away and has been brought to the station for questioning. What is going to transpire now that she is caught? The former heir of the Crayon family also had drugs with her. The twenty-four-year-old who had been the heir of the Crayon family’s assets until recently, would be taken to court soon. My name is Lorraine Aly and with me today is Miss Debby, a famous reporter from the city. Miss Debby, what do you have to say about this situation?” The camera turned to Miss Debby and she smiled at the camera before speaking into the microphone.“Thank you Lorraine for the opportunity. All I have to say in the case is that Miss Anny should be punished because all the evidence points to her. There is no other suspect other than her. Unless there is an acco

“Yes don. I understand.” He laid back on his bed as the line went off and threw his phone to the other side of the bed. Damn, Elias. Just when he thought that he would finally have a rest after going on a mission for days and chasing a certain someone who doesn’t want to see his face. Elias sure has bad timing. How could he make this mission now? “Urgg,” he groaned. His life was just so hard. He had been trying so hard to chase a woman and now this? Everything about his life is hard. His thoughts deviated to think of the woman that has been filling his thoughts for years now. Genevieve. Goddamn her. She doesn’t even let him sleep without invading his thoughts. All he ever thought about these days was Genevieve. He thinks about her like a fucking teenager. Suddenly he heard a knock on his main door and his eyes rolled. Who was it now? This was the reason he said his life was hard. Problems upon problems and disturbances every time. He felt that he shouldn’t answer the person on the d

*Next day*Entering the parking lot of his company, Edward Crayon got into his car and ordered his driver to drive the car to his home while he stared at the daily newspaper to see what was happening in the country. A lot has been happening and he didn't even know, clearly because of this past month’s incident. It has been rough on him these days but he was trying to put up with his struggles and act normal as if nothing happened. He flipped the pages of the newspaper as the driver drove smoothly to his mansion. The thought of his mansion made him frown. The once jovial and filled mansion was now empty and felt like a haunted house. At times that was what he fees. He feels like he was staying in a haunted house and the ghost there would chase him to death and never lets him have peace. Sometimes, he thinks that it was Madeline’s mother. She died in the house and he could only get curious and thought that she became a ghost who wants to harm him and make him live a miserable life beca

“I guess that should shut you up, old man. Don’t fucking talk in my ears. I hate it,” the second man said and as if placing a cello tape on his mouth wasn’t enough, they tied his hands also and sat straight on the seat. His eyes turned back to the road and ignored Edward who was struggling with himself and trying to get the rope out of his hands and the cello tape out of his mouth. Cruel people they were but they don’t care. This old man was starting to get on their nerves and if it wasn’t that they wanted to get him to the destination safely, they would have hit him until he couldn’t say his name again.They drove past many streets and perhaps little towns and Edward wondered where exactly they were taking him to. If these men don't want money what then do they want? To kill him? He got shivers in his spine as he thought of that possibility. Were they going to throw his body into a river where no one would find his body and where the fishes there would feast on him? What were they goi