All Chapters of Divorced My Scum Husband And Married His Uncle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Why are you always so stubborn,Megan?” Katalina asks and I can feel the frustration in a voice. “This is not about you anymore, this is about your safety and your father's. You just said it yourself,Harriet and Sophia are two crazy bitches. Do you think you can stop them if they want to hurt you? Take for example, you were kidnapped yesterday. Did you see it coming?” Katalina snaps. It's not like I don't understand what she is trying to tell me, it's just that I don't like it when people clean after my mess. “And don't try to give me that bullshit that you don't want Lorenzo to be responsible for you.He is your husband, he is your man. It doesn't matter how long you two will be married.as long as you are under him it is his fucking responsibility to protect you.” Katalina adds before moving to me and taking my hands in hers. “Listen to me Megan,just this once,alright?” She pleads with me. Yesterday it was Harriet and Sophia but who knows who will be kidnapping you the next time?”

Lorenzo POVI park my car outside Harriet's house and jump out before making a beeline to her house.Along the way,I contemplated a thousand ways to teach this woman a lesson, but I know that grandfather will never allow me to lay my hands on her. That doesn't mean that I will let her continue playing threatening games with Megan. I'm not going to allow anybody to mess around what's mine. The guards outside her house try to stop me. One look at me and they know that I won't hesitate to snap their neck if they try to get in my way. The relaxed look on Harriet's face tells me that she has been waiting for me.She must have known that I captured that bitch and her thug. “To what pleasure do I owe this visit,Lorenzo?she asks,a smirk on her conniving face. She has that relaxed look on her face, like no shit can faze her. “ I am not here to exchange pleasantries with you Harriet. I'm here to give you one last warning to stop pissing on me.”She smiles at my words before shrugging noncha

Megan povI sit at the back porch sipping my afternoon tea. My mind wanders off to the last night I spent with Lorenzo. The dinner was a mess to say the least. After getting a phone call,he didn't even have the decency to send me home. He shoved me inside a taxi. The drive back to the house was haunting. I could not stop wondering if I did something to piss him off. Then he came back in the middle of the night, looking like a lost child and asked me to make him forget. One look at him and I could tell that something was terribly wrong, so when he made that request,I obliged. The fact that he came to me and not to his strip club or went drinking made me think that I was somehow valued. How wrong he proved me afterwards. The following day,I decided to check up on him,but all my calls and messages went unanswered. I even went an extra mile to visit him at the office but Hugo stopped me. He didn't even allow me to see him. I have never felt so useless as I did that day. Yes, I drove ba

LorenzoAfter getting that disturbing package the only thing I could think about was Megan.I left the office in a hurry. Hugo tried stopping me, reminding me that I might just be paranoid, and, even if this so-called secret the sender was talking about was Megan, I was only going to make things worse by visiting her. I didn't care. I only wanted to see my baby doll and make sure that she is safe. So, here I am standing at the front porch of their house and ringing the bell. This is something I never thought I'd do yet here I am. Maybe Hugo is right. I fucking care too much about Megan that it is showing to my enemies. The door opens a minute later and my baby doll's eyes widen when she sees me. I offer her a smile but her face remains rigid, shocked perhaps. “What are you doing here Lorenzo?" she asks, her eyes darting around and looking behind her. Something tugs inside me after hearing her question but I school my emotions and smile even wider. “I came to see you of course.”

MeganWhen I open my eyes again, there are no more gunshot sounds. On the contrary, haunting silence accompanied by wave sounds resonate. I survey my surroundings and a realisation hits my senses; I have been kidnapped. The fading blue paint on the walls is peeling and the floor seems like it could use some cleaning services. My hands are chained above me and I am in a kneeling position. I am half naked with only my panties and bra. I hiss when I try to frown and that's when I feel it, the swelling on my face. Seems like someone had some fun punching my face with how much pain I feel. My eyes trace my thigh covered legs and that's when I notice the blood soaked cloth tied around my waist. I try to shift around and I feel no discomfort between my legs. A sign escapes my lips. I don't know if I should be thankful that no one touched me or pray they don't do that soon. This time, I have a feeling that Harriet nor my evil sister are involved in this. Those gunshots I heard before I