All Chapters of Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Xander was sitting on the edge of the bed and his hands were clasped together as he looked at the floor. He was still trying to figure out how to tell her about everything that had happened and because there were a lot of things running through his mind at the moment, he had no idea how he was going to articulate it in a way that would make her understand why he was not speaking her calls, why this was very shocking and why it's affected almost every part of his life. The room was very quiet and the only life was from the soft Glow of a bedside lamp casting Shadows on the wall. She was sitting next to him and the look on her face was very calm and patient even though she was waiting for him to speak up immediately. The whole time she kept hope in that this was not very bad and that nothing had actually happened to his mother. The silence between them kept getting heavier with each passing second and it was filled with unspoken worries and thoughts that had been weighing on Xander for

MR. QYLER'S POV.I was unable to stop the nervous feeling as I sat at my desk, drumming my fingers impatiently on the oak surface. It had been 24 hours- 24 long, frustrating hours since I had ordered my Informant to get me everything he could find on Xander. I had no idea what the fuck was holding him because he had not sent me anything yet, nothing. And my patience was wearing thin. I had no idea how long I was going to wait before the anger would explode. I had no idea why it was taking this long and I already had reasons to doubt him even though he told me to wait a bit because he wanted to do his job perfectly. This was just unacceptable. I glanced at my phone, fighting the temptation to pick it up and fire him at the spot. He was a very good Informant and for the past decade he had never failed me so I did not think there was a reason to fire him now because he was surely going to deliver as usual. I decided to wait a little more before finally picking up my phone and dialling

TRISTAN'S POV.I didn't mind sharing my space with Matt. In fact, I invited him to be with me in the basement of the facility where I had made my home. The others didn't understand it, but Matt and I had clicked on the basis of our plan. We had the same vibe now, and it made things less lonely down here. It was even better because I knew what kind of person he was and knew how to handle him. He knew none of them but he would find out as soon as I was done dealing with him. The basement wasn't anything fancy, but it was fine. The cold cement walls, couches, and makeshift tables all felt like a place I could claim as my own. Matt seemed to appreciate it too, especially the part where we hung around usually. He liked every part of it and I liked that. It only drew him closer and closer to me, very soon he wouldn't have any reason to doubt me. He wouldn't know what was coming for him and he would be shocked when I finally let out my plans. But I had to be careful too. His kind smiles an

MATT’S POVGetting outside was very seamless, more seamless than I had imagined. It seemed as if every single guard had their palms greased and that was why I was a bit confused about what was happening. It wasn't long before I was transported to the small boat just on the shore. I sat there and heard the motor him softly beneath me as it started. It wasn't long before it started cutting through the dark, still waters. The sound of the waves slapping on the side was the only thing that momentarily got my mind off what was happening. I was trying so hard to push off the troubling thoughts about Tristan and the fearful possibilities. The boar rocked gently and I gripped the edge, I could feel my knuckles turning white from pressure and I could feel my face turning blue from fear. I was supposed to be happy, I was supposed to smile because this would mark the end of being under captivity but...I just didn't feel any bit of happiness inside me. Even the cool breeze that came by every no

TRISTAN’S POVI could barely differentiate between sophistry and reality on the third day. I saw things that weren't there, and heard things that were never said. I felt like I was dying and my body agreed. It was in the evening of that day that the tiny, dark cell creaked open and the light from the hallway hit my face. It was so sharp and unprecedented that it nearly floored me. But I put out my hands, shielding my face from the blazing light. It felt like I'd come in close contact with the sun. My body, meanwhile, felt weak from the lack of food and water, but I pushed myself from the cold, damp floor. The guard stepped inside, looking at me with a mix of pity and caution. There was a scar running down his face, and the cautious but dangerous glint in his eyes told me he wasn't the type to mess with. I couldn't mess with him, even if he didn't have that dangerous feeling to him because I wouldn't survive another day in here. "You're being released." His gruff voice echoed off the