All Chapters of Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As I sat in the dimly lit living room, the chill of despair washed over me, causing me to shiver uncontrollably. It had been a long and arduous journey, one that took us to every corner of South Carolina, searching desperately for any sign of our kidnapped son. The weight of uncertainty bears down on me, and with every passing moment, the fear threatens to consume my very being.The name Samantha echoed in my mind, a nagging suspicion that refused to be silenced. The pieces of the puzzle had slowly fallen into place, leading me to believe that she was the orchestrator behind this heinous act committed against our family. The mere thought of her name evoked a myriad of emotions within me - anger, fear, and an overwhelming sense of determination.Sitting beside me, my husband Theron, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and reassurance, provided solace in this time of unimaginable distress. He wrapped his arms around me, his touch offering a sense of comfort amidst the storm of emotion

Gunshots echoed through the vast expanse of the dimly lit warehouse, drowning the air with the deafening clamor of chaos. The acrid smell of gunpowder lingered, swirling within the atmosphere like an insidious fog. My heart pounded against my chest, each beat sounding like an emblem of fear and determination."God, help us," I prayed for everyone's safety.Amongst the cacophony, I strained my ears to hear the familiar cry of my beloved son, Athro. His innocent voice resonated through the storm of violence, tugging at the deepest depths of my maternal instinct. But I couldn't locate him; his cries were a needle buried in a proverbial haystack. Panic welled within me, mingling with a flicker of hope that dared to persist.Samantha's men, ruthless and cunning, pressed forward, a swarm of ominous shadows. They fought against my husband Theron and his loyal companions, Niro, Herod, Rome, and Keigan. A shared determination glinted in their eyes, a silent understanding etching deep lines of

Time had woven its tapestry, and our son, Athro, had turned five. It seemed like just yesterday he was a gurgling baby in my arms, but now he was a chatterbox with an indomitable spirit, much like his father before him. Theron and I watched with immense joy as he grew, his once babbling sounds now forming coherent sentences that never ceased to amaze us.Our home was filled with his laughter and newfound words, his innocent curiosity and relentless energy filling each room with life. Athro had a zest for adventure, always wanting to explore every nook and cranny, to discover the secrets of the world with unabashed enthusiasm.Theron and I relished our roles as loving parents, guiding him through these formative years. We watched as he took his first steps, his tiny hand reaching toward ours for support, his determination shining bright in his eyes. It was during moments like these that I found myself reflecting on my own childhood and realizing that Athro had inherited a spirit as fie

Finally, the moment I had been eagerly anticipating had arrived - Theron and I were getting married in reality. It had been a long time coming, as Theron had previously insisted on letting lawyers handle the legalities of our marriage. But now, as I stood in the garden surrounded by white roses and red tulips, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.The atmosphere was filled with love and happiness. The vibrant colors and sweet scent of the flowers added to the magical ambiance of the day. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect setting to exchange our vows and pledge our love to one another.As I looked down at myself, I couldn't help but smile. I was wearing a beautiful beige wedding dress that made me feel like a princess. Theron, on the other hand, looked dashing in his stunning silver coat and slacks. It was a moment that I had dreamt of for so long, and now it was finally happening.The presence of our loved ones made the day even more special. My

As the plane touched down on the bustling tarmac of South Carolina, my heart started to race with anticipation. Athara, my beloved wife, and I had finally arrived at our long-awaited destination – our home. It had been a whirlwind of emotions and adventures leading up to this moment, and I couldn't contain my excitement any longer.Our journey had taken us far and wide, exploring the wonders of the world and immersing ourselves in different cultures. But now, it was time to return to the place where it all began – the place where my heart truly belonged.As we made our way to the front door of our house, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Memories of my childhood flooded back, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that I had never experienced before. I'm just a week away from this new house of us but it feels like I grew up here and I'm years away from here. As the door swung open, I was greeted by a warm embrace from Mother Tanna, my birth mother. It had been a week sin