All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Chapter 91 A deathtrap

I'm stuck in a living nightmare. My children and I are being kidnapped by a group of masked men, and I'm powerless to stop it. We've been dragged out of the house and thrown into the backseat of a black car.My hands and legs are tied, and a rag has been stuffed into my mouth to silence me. I can't even comfort my children, who are cowering in fear beside me.As I look around, I can see that we're surrounded by darkness. The windows are tinted, blocking out any light from outside. The only illumination comes from a small overhead lamp, casting eerie shadows on the interior of the car. It feels like we're in a tomb, trapped and helpless.My heart breaks as I watch my children tremble with fear. Evan and Barbe cling to each other, their eyes wide with terror. I try to reassure them with a gentle nod, hoping they'll sense my love and support despite our dire situation. They lean into me, seeking refuge in my embrace, and I do my best to comfort them, my own fear and panic threatening to
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Chapter 92 The determination

Relief floods through me, washing away the fear and hopelessness that have threatened to consume me. My lips part, ready to form words of gratitude, but they remain stuck, unable to voice the emotions swirling inside me."Don't worry, Vivian... I'm here. I'll get you out of this," he says, his voice filled with conviction. My heart leaps with joy, my spirit lifts, and a newfound courage takes hold of me.At this moment, everything changes. A glimmer of hope appears as the darkness fades. My children's grasp on me loosens, their faces brightening with renewed trust. They believe in George, and so do I. Together, we will overcome this ordeal, emerging stronger and more united than ever before.I feel a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My limbs regain their strength, my senses heighten, and my resolve solidifies. I straighten my back, squaring my shoulders.The cement may have imprisoned us, but it cannot break our spirits. We will rise above it, triumphant and resilient.Georg
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Chapter 93 The assassins (Part-1)

Vivian’s POV…"Vivian, wake up…"Someone calls me and shakes my shoulder. The voice sounds low and hoarse. I'm not sure who it is or what they want. I am a bit annoyed."Um…" I groan, wincing."Vivian, please wake up..." the voice begs, sounding more insistent this time.I just want to sleep. What is the problem with the people? Can’t they simply leave me alone?I swear I will beat whoever is disturbing me. My forehead creases as I try to open my eyes. But they feel heavy, like there are weights attached to my eyelashes, preventing me from lifting them.I try to respond, but my throat feels dry and scratchy. All I can manage is a weak "um.""Vivian…" This time, the voice sounds louder than before.I gradually realize that it's George who is trying to wake me up. My mind starts to piece together fragments of memory—masked men, fear, my children, George's rescue. Panic rises within me, and I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest.Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me into his ar
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Chapter 94 The assassins (Part-2)

"Wait…" George opens the door and gets out of the car.The man moves his gun toward him.I almost shrieked in horror. I press my hands on my mouth."Look… I can give you double the amount you are offered," George says, trying to negotiate with the man. "Just let her go. I promise I will never tell anyone about this."The man curls his lips into a devious smile and scoffs, "Is that so? Well, I am afraid I won’t be able to accept your offer, Mr. Stanley. I don’t back down once I take the money. She has to die." His gun turns toward me.My breathing stops as I see his finger on the trigger. He is going to shoot me.Bang…The gunshot rings out, filling the air with a cacophony of sound, and I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the searing pain of impact.But the pain doesn't come. Instead, the sound of a struggle reaches my ears, and I dare to open my eyes a fraction.What I see defies my understanding: George is grappling with the man, his strength and determination on full
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Chapter 95 Michael has changed.

George’s POV…We are stranded in a deserted area in the middle of the night. No one is going to come here. I'm wounded, bleeding, and the pain pulses through me with every heartbeat. But more agonizing is the knowledge that Vivian is in danger because of me.I can't allow her to stay here with me, exposed and vulnerable. I don’t want to be a burden to Vivian.Those men can come back to hurt her. She shouldn’t stay with me here, unprotected. She should find a way to escape here.Summoning what little strength I have left, I push her away, my voice laced with desperation. "Get away from here," I growl, the words heavy with the weight of my own guilt and fear. "I don't need your support. Just go away."But her response is fierce and unwavering. "No," she retorts with equal intensity, her determination unshakable. "I am not going to leave you.""Why?" I demand. "I don’t deserve your kindness. I deceived you, used you, and hurt you many times. Despite knowing about Megan’s cruelty, I didn’
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Chapter 96 It's time to fulfill your promise.

Michael's words hit me like a cold slap, and I'm left speechless for a moment. The shock and disbelief wash over me, mingling with the urgency of the situation.The man I knew, the one who helped me in the past, seems like a stranger now. His demeanor is callous. He doesn’t even show a sign of mercy after seeing George in this condition."What do you want?" I ask, curious.He chuckles and circles me before standing in front of me. "If you are willing to sleep with me tonight, I will consider saving George." He drags his finger down my arm.My mind spins. This isn't the Michael I remember. The man who was kind, who saved me before, wouldn't stoop to exploiting such a dire situation. But here he stands, unrecognizable in his indifference."You are free to say no," he says with a blank face. "I won’t touch you. I will just leave. But remember, George won’t survive."His malicious grin chills me to the core. I know the gravity of the situation. We are far away from the city, in a dissolut
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Chapter 97 This is to repay George’s favor.

I watch Michael's retreating figure. The room feels suffocating, and the air is thick with tension and fear. The promise I made hangs heavily over me, like a dark cloud that refuses to dissipate. I can't believe the turn of events—how the man I once considered a friend has become someone unrecognizable.I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. I know I have no choice but to fulfill his request, to save George's life. It's a harsh reality that I can't escape from. Trembling fingers fumble with the edge of the blanket as I try to steady myself.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly get to my feet. Every step feels like a heavy burden, and every inch of the distance separating me from George feels like another layer of despair. My footsteps echo through the room, a hollow sound that mirrors the hollowness I feel inside.The bathroom door creaks as I push it open, revealing a space that suddenly feels foreign and unwelcome. The bathroom tiles are cold underfoot. The s
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Chapter 98 George’s Plea

The next morning…I don’t know when I fall asleep in Michael’s bed. When the door knocks, I wake up in a daze. I quickly get out of bed and open the door. The maid is standing there and informs me that George is awake.I am relieved to hear that. Thanking her, I walk into the guest room."Vivian…" George smiles as I walk into the room. He tries to sit up but winces in pain.My heart skips a beat as I rush over to help him, and concern etches on my face."Thank God, you are all right," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms.I say nothing; my mind is blank.He cups my face and asks, "Did Michael hurt you? Did he do anything to you?"I open my mouth to respond, but before that, I hear a chuckle. I turn my attention to the source of the voice and notice Michael standing at the threshold, leaning against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.His casual and arrogant stance contradicts the gravity of the situation. He seems detached as if the events that transpired hold no weight f
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Chapter 99 Give me one last chance.

"George…" I rush to his side, momentarily erasing the tension and decisions of the past moments. I kneel beside him, my heart racing as I see the blood seeping through the bandage. The wound has opened up. Panic wells up within me, the urgency to save him overpowering any lingering doubts.Gritting my teeth, I summon all the strength I have and manage to pull him up into a sitting position. His weight is heavy, and his body is weak from the ordeal he's been through. With each step, I can feel his labored breath against my shoulder and his consciousness slipping away.As I exit the room, the cold air of the corridor hits me, adding to the tension that already coils around my chest. George's head lolls against my shoulder, his face pale and strained. The urgency pushes me forward, my determination to save him fueling every step. My arms ache from the effort, but I refuse to let go.We finally came out of the villa, and my breath came in short gasps, a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline. W
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Chapter 100 My children's lives are at stake.

I come back to my parents’ house. Mom and Dad rush over, their faces etched with worry and relief. Mom's arms envelop me in a tight embrace, and her voice quivers as she speaks, "Oh, dear, you scared us to death."Dad's eyes hold a complex blend of fear and regret as he explains, "Those men tied us up, and we couldn't help you. Thank goodness you and the kids are fine."Gently freeing myself from my mother's embrace, I can't help but ask the question that's been burning in my mind: "Where are they?""They are resting…" Mom's sentence is cut short as my two bundles of energy burst out of the bedroom, Evan and Barbe running toward me in unison, their voices filled with relief, "Mommy!""My babies." A lump forms in my throat as I kneel down; my arms open wide, and they rush into my embrace. Tears well up in my eyes as the weight of the situation slowly lifts—my children are safe."Two men came and dropped them here early this morning." Dad's voice breaks through the emotional moment.Loo
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