Semua Bab Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Bailey's POVI was in what looked like an executive room, a far cry from the cramped, cold cell I had imagined being placed in after my capture. As I entered, all I could do was look around, taking in the luxurious surroundings. The room had soft, plush carpet underfoot and sleek, polished furniture. The bed was large, adorned with expensive-looking linens, and there was a desk in the corner, a vase of fresh flowers resting atop it. The whole space seemed more like a five-star hotel suite than a holding cell for a kidnapped victim. I couldn’t understand why I was being treated this way.I had stolen a phone—not even a high-end one, just an old model—yet here I was, being given the royal treatment. It didn’t add up. If anything, they should have been punishing me, maybe moving me to a smaller, more cramped room. Or worse, they could have whipped me or deprived me of food and water. That’s what kidnappers do, right? They break you, make you suffer, bend you to their will. But none of th

Lyla's POVI raced toward the warehouse, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Every step felt like it was dragging me closer to some kind of answer, yet farther from the truth. When I arrived, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach. The warehouse was completely empty. Everything was gone. The production materials, the inventory—nothing. It was as if the place had been abandoned for months, not hours.I searched the area, hoping for some sign, some clue. And there he was. Jace was pacing back and forth, his eyes glazed with frustration, as though he was lost in a maze. He didn’t even look up when I approached."I came as soon as I heard," I said, trying to catch my breath. I’d sprinted most of the way from the car, and now I felt the weight of every step. The air was thick with tension, my pulse racing.Jace stopped pacing and turned to face me, his face pinched with stress. "We’re in a deeper mess than I thought. I know I’m going to find the person who did this, but we don’t have enough

Lyla’s POV“Lyla, have you lost your mind completely? What has gotten into you? You want me to help you outsource guns?” Chad’s face twisted into a frown. He seemed genuinely shocked and confused.When I left the factory earlier, I had called him, wanting to meet and talk. He probably thought I was about to give him another chance, but that wasn’t why I needed him. No, I needed his help. I had to get my hands on the production materials without Collin knowing, and if I left it up to him, I knew his emotions would cloud his judgment. My sister’s life was on the line, and I wasn’t willing to risk it.“Look, Chad,” I said, trying to control the desperation creeping into my voice, “I know this is a lot to ask, but you’re the only person I can trust right now. I really need your help.”He stared at me, his expression filled with concern and confusion. “You’re pregnant, Lyla. And I understand you want to save your sister, who’s been kidnapped, but this is too much for you. I don’t think you

Bailey’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been unconscious. Time seemed to stretch and bend in ways I couldn’t understand. My body was heavy and disoriented, and as I began to regain some sense of my surroundings, I felt the sharp bite of cold water on my skin. My heart jolted, and I immediately jerked upright, trying to gather my bearings. But something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My arms and legs were bound, and the tightness of the ropes restricted even the slightest motion. Panic surged through me as I realized I was sitting in a chair, helpless, trapped. My skin tingled from the cold water, and my body trembled, not just from the chill, but from the fear that flooded my senses.Gradually, my mind began to piece together the events that had led to this moment. But the more I thought, the more the memories seemed fragmented and distant, as though they belonged to someone else. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t make sense of the puzzle that was

Lyla’s POVWith trembling hands I gripped firmly on my phone while staring at the picture of Collin closely wrapped around his supposed ex - girlfriend as though she was the actual love of his life or as though she was Bailey, my sister. My stomach twisted, filled with a mixture of both fury and nausea gradually rising in my throat. With everything happening? How could he? Did he ever love my Bailey? Or was it just a pretense while he waited for the return of his ex-girlfriend? “Wait, what if she was just a bait in all of this. I said all this to no one in particular, I stood up pacing around my room deep in thoughts, thinking of every possible way to get my sister Bailey released unharmed. But the more I paced, the more inconclusive my thoughts were”. Bailey was my priority and no matter how hard i tried to focus, it still didn't make any sense. On a second thought, whatever Collin was doing behind my back could wait, I had more important and pressing concerns to address. I pi