All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Twisted Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ARIANA'S POV Gasping for breath, I barely registered Detective James's hands pulling me out of the water. I choked, coughing violently, each spasm a fresh agony that tore through my chest. Water streamed down my face, mingling with tears I couldn’t control. My body shook uncontrollably as I struggled to breathe, every intake of air a desperate, ragged gasp. Flora. Flora. I could see flashes of her face. Flora laughing. Flora running. Flora crying. Flora teasing me. Flora shooting herself in the head. And there was I, standing in my wedding gown. Looking down at her lying in a pool of her own blood. Detective James threw a towel at me, the coarse fabric hitting my face and falling into my lap. I grabbed it, trying to wipe the water from my eyes, but my hands trembled too much to be of any use. Sobs wracked my body as I broke down, tears mixing with the water dripping from my hair. I was so tired. So fucking tired. I felt like I could not go on again. Yet I was so angry at Detective

ARIANA'S POV Consciousness came slowly, pulling me from the dark abyss in agonizing increments. Kill Margaret, Kill Margaret, played over and over in my head. It was an unending loop that was driving me crazy.My body felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. Every muscle ached, every breath a laborious task. I blinked, the dim light of the room piercing my vision. The silence was unnerving, a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded my blacking out. I couldn't even remember what had knocked me out. One minute Reginald and Detective James were in the room with me and the next, I'm waking up to silence. I winced as I tried to move, every movement a source of agonizing pain.Where am I?Panic set in as I realized my situation. My wrists throbbed from the ropes that had cut into them, and I struggled to move, only to find myself still bound to the chair. My heart pounded in my chest as I strained against my restraints, desperate for any sign of life, any hint that this ni

ARIANA'S POV Reginald’s eyes narrowed with renewed interest at my mention of Sylvia. He signaled Detective James to put away the gun, and the man complied, lowering the weapon from Nate's temple.“Who is this Sylvia?” Reginald demanded.My voice shook as I replied, “She’s the lawyer representing Winters Pharmaceuticals.”Reginald let out an ironic “ahhh” and leaned back, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Margaret told me the merger looked promising,” he began, his tone dripping with bitterness. “She came to me for help, and now, just like tha

ARIANA'S POV I dialed the number with shaking hands, the quarter clicking loudly as it settled in the payphone. My heart pounded at the call waiting. The silence on the other end was unbearable. I had to undo what I had done. Reginald had proven himself to be very dangerous, even more than Odette and I couldn't let him get his hand on Sylvia.“Please,” I whispered desperately. “Please pick up.”But the call wouldn't connect. I slammed the receiver down, a sob escaping my throat. I was so close, and yet so far. The frustration and fear were overwhelming. I sank to the ground, my body shaking with sobs. I was weak, hungry, and exhausted. It felt like every part of me was breaking down.Nate climbed down from the bench where I had sat him and walked over to me. He wrapped his small arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. "Sorry, Ariana," he whispered, his voice trembling.I held him close to me, my body whimpering from the sheer touch, my tears soaking his shoulder. “It's not your fault

ARIANA'S POV The moon cast a ghostly light over the dense forest, illuminating my path as I trudged forward with Nate on my back. My legs were numb with fatigue, each step a battle against the gnawing ache in my bones. The leaves rustled around us, whispering secrets I couldn't understand. Fear clung to me like a second skin, its icy tendrils wrapping around my heart.I had to keep moving. If Detective James was truly the one following us, he’d return to the hideout and discover our absence. I couldn't risk heading back to the train station where he might be waiting, but I also knew Rob would eventually arrive there and find us gone. Desperation clawed at my insides.“Nate, swe