Semua Bab Married To The Billionaire I Hate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Mateo’s POVFour days.Four days since that little bitch stabbed me and ran off with that bastard Cole Greyson. Four days since I sat in that goddamn chair, blood dripping from my hand, while my own men stood there like idiots, too stunned to react.I should’ve shot her. Should’ve grabbed her by that pretty throat and squeezed until there wasn’t an ounce of defiance left in those sharp, angry eyes. But I didn’t. I had let her slip away, and now…now, I was going to make her pay.Pain pulsed through my hand as the doctor unwrapped the bandage, inspecting the wound with a careful touch. I barely felt it. The rage burning inside me was hotter, sharper, more unbearable than the throbbing in my flesh."You're healing well, sir," the doctor muttered, dabbing antiseptic over the stitched-up hole in my hand.I didn't answer.I stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, mind already a thousand miles away. The doctor was nothing but background noise, a useless presence in a room that reeked of medicin

Emily's POV.A strange coldness settled over my skin. The air was thick, like I was inhaling smoke, yet I saw no fire.I was inside a house. No, not just any house…it was weird.The walls were way too high, swallowing the light, leaving me in an endless corridor of darkness. Doors lined both sides, shut tight, their golden handles gleaming under the lighting above. My stomach twisted. Because something felt odd about it.I took a step forward. The neat marble floor was colder than ice against my bare feet. My breath hitched. Why was I here? I had escaped. I had run as far as I could. Cole had taken me away. This isn't real.But then, a sound. A deep, amused chuckle.My blood ran cold.“You still walk like you own the world, princesa.”His voice slithered into my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned sharply, my heart hammering against my ribs.Mateo Vasquez sat in a chair at the far end of the hallway, his legs crossed, a crystal glass in his hand. The liquid inside swayed as

Emily’s POVThe cabin smelled like damp wood and old dust, the kind of scent that clung to the air after a long rain. A single lantern was on the nightstand, its light was weak over the room. The floorboards creaked beneath my bare feet as I moved, the old wooden walls doing little to keep out the cold that seeped through the cracks.Cole sat on the edge of the worn-out bed, his shirt discarded on the floor, leaving his torso bare. The gash on his side stretched across his ribs, an ugly, jagged wound that sent a sick feeling rolling through my stomach. Blood had dried in uneven patches across his tanned skin, but fresh crimson still oozed from the deeper parts, trailing down toward his waistband.I knelt beside him, forcing my hands to stay steady as I dug through the first-aid kit. The scent of alcohol filled my nose as I ripped open a packet of wipes."You should’ve let me handle it," I muttered, my voice tight with frustration.Cole huffed out a low laugh, but his jaw was tight, hi

Cole’s POV.I couldn't get any sleep after being intimate with Emily. I was still up, staring at my phone, the screen glowing in the cabin light. A message. Just two words."He knows."My jaw clenched.For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. My mind ran through every possibility. Every way this could have happened. We’d been careful…meticulous, even. No leaks, no loose ends. And yet, somehow, Mateo was a step ahead.I shut my eyes briefly, forcing my pulse to slow. I needed to think. Fast.The air in the cabin suddenly felt too thick, the walls too close. I pushed up from the chair, grabbing my jacket off the back of it and stepping outside. The cold night air hit me instantly, sharp and unforgiving, but I welcomed it. It kept me grounded. Kept my mind from spiraling.The trees around the cabin swayed slightly in the breeze, their branches casting long shadows under the moonlight. It was dead quiet out here, the kind of silence that felt unnatural…like the whole forest was holdin

Emily’s POVThe van lurched to a stop, jerking my body forward. My hands, still bound behind my back, strained against the rough rope cutting into my wrists. My shoulders ached from being in the same position for too long, and my head was still foggy from whatever they had drugged me with earlier. I clenched my fists, flexing my fingers to get some blood flow back.The back doors creaked open, and the sharp scent of gasoline and damp concrete hit me. It was dark outside, the only light coming from flickering streetlamps and the glow of a distant neon sign. Warehouse. Predictable. These kinds of men always picked the same dingy, abandoned places, like they had some unspoken rule about keeping things as cliché as possible.A voice cut through the silence. "Get her out."A pair of rough hands grabbed my arm, yanking me forward. My feet hit the ground hard, knees buckling slightly before I steadied myself. The men surrounding me were armed, their fingers twitching near their weapons. Thei