Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 169

Christiana’s POV.

The sound of gravel crunching beneath someone's boots sent a jolt of fear through me. My chest tightened as |

clutched my coat, trying to keep the shivers from taking over. The wind felt colder now, biting against my skin. A

shadow moved from the trees, and a figure stepped into the faint light coming from my car’s headlights.

He was wearing a mask. Black, featureless, and terrifying.

“Are you alone?” the man asked, his voice muffled and low.

“Yes,” | choked out, my voice trembling. My hands were clammy and my legs felt like they would give out at any

second. “I'm alone. Please... | just want my kids.”

The man didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was in no rush. My

breathing quickened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of black fabric.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

| froze, my feet rooted to the spot.

“Turn around,” he repeated, this tsharper.

My hands shook as | obeyed, turning my back to him. The next thing | knew, the fabric was wrapped around my

eyes, plunginginto darkness. My heart raced as | felt his gloved hands tie the blindfold tightly behind my

head.

“Where are you taking me?” | asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You'll see,” he said, his tone flat and emotionless.

| wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the thought of my kids keptsilent.

“Walk,” he instructed, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

| stumbled forward, the ground uneven beneath my feet. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and

something metallic | couldn't place. The man guidedto what felt like a car, opening the door and gently

pushinginside.

“Sit,” he said.

I slid into the seat, my hands gripping the edge as | tried to steady my breathing. The door slammed shut behind

me, and a moment later, the car started.

The drive felt endless. | had no idea where we were going, and the blindfold only made it worse. My mind raced

with every horrible possibility. Were Ethan and Emma okay? Were they here? Were they....

No. | couldn't let myself think like that.

| clenched my fists, trying to focus on the hum of the engine and the occasional turns the car made. My stomach

churned with every bump in the road, and the tension in my chest grew Heavier with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, the car cto a stop.

The door opened, and | felt a hand grip my arm, pullingour My legs wobbled as | stood the cold air hitting me

agan.

Take her inside a voice said, but it wasn’t the sman.

The blindfold was yanked off, and I blinked against the sudden light in front ofwas a massive warehouse, its

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doors looming like a giant mouth waiting to swallowwhole. The man in the mask stood beside me,

unreadable beneath the dark cover.

“Move,” he said, nodding toward the entrance.

| hesitated, my feet refusing to move.

“Where are my kids?” | demanded, my voice breaking.

“Inside,” he replied coldly. “But keep wasting time, and you'll regret it.”

his

expression

The threat in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. | swallowed hard and started walking toward the doors, my

knees nearly buckling with every step.

The warehouse smelled of rust and oil, the kind of smell that clung to the back of your throat. The man walked

behind me, his presence looming, and | could feel his eyes oneven though he didn’t say a word.

“Are they hurt?” | asked, my voice shaky.

No answer.

My hands balled into fists as | bit down hard on my bottom lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over. |

couldn't lose it now. | had to stay strong...for Ethan and Emma.

The man leddeeper into the warehouse, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the metal walls. My heart

was pounding so hard | thought it might burst.

We stopped in the center of the large, empty space. The room was dimly lit by a single overhead light that

flickered every few seconds.

“Wait here,” he said, stepping back.

| turned to face him, my voice trembling as | spoke. “Please, just letsee them. I'll do whatever you want.”

The man didn’t respond. He simply stood there, his arms crossed, the mask hiding any trace of emotion.

The silence was suffocating. My chest heaved as | struggled to keep my breathing steady, my eyes darting

around the room, searching for any sign of my children.

The seconds dragged on like hours, and | felt a tear slip down my cheek. | wiped it away quickly, not wanting to

show weakness, even though | was breaking inside.

Behind me, the masked man shifted his weight, and | could feel his presence like a shadow looming over me.

| clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Whoever was behind this, whatever they wanted, | would

face it. For my kids, | would do anything.

| just hoped | wasn't already too late.

Suddenly, sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the empty space, breaking the suffocating silence. My head

snapped toward the direction of the noise, my heart hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else.

| clenched my fists, swallowing hard, my pulse racing as | watched a shadow stretch across the floor. The man in

the mask stood perfectly still behind me, his arms crossed like he was waiting for something...or someone.

The footsteps grew louder, deliberate and unhurried, each one sending a jolt of anxiety through me. My

breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling as | fought the urge to scream.

A figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the fluctuating light. My stomach dropped.

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Chapter 169

“Daniel?” | whispered, the slight tremble in my voice giving out how shaken | was. And it had disbelief laced with

the raw panic gripping me.

He smiled, that infuriatingly smug curve of his lips | had cto recognize all too well. He was dressed sharply,

as always, his suit designed to perfection, but there was a darkness in his eyes that made my skin crawl.

“Christiana,” Daniel said smoothly, his voice calm but with a chilling edge. He stopped a few feet away, tucking

his hands casually into his pockets as though this were scasual meeting. “We finally meet again.”

My breath caught in my throat, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. Rage and terror surged

through my veins, but all | could manage was a shaky, “What are you doing here?”

His smile widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those cold, calculating eyes stayed locked on me, studying my

every

reaction.

“You didn’t think I'd let you off that easily, did you?” he said, his tone as smooth as silk but dripping with malice.

My world spun, the realization slamming intolike a freight train. Daniel was behind this. All of it.

“Where are my children?” | demanded, my voice cracking as tears spilled down my face. “What have you done

with them?”

Daniel's expression didn’t falter. He tilted his head slightly, as if amused by my outburst. “Relax,” he said, his

voice maddeningly calm. “Your kids are fine. For now.”

His words sent a wave of nausea through me, and | felt my legs buckle slightly. The man in the mask shifted

behind me, presence looming, but | couldn't tear my eyes away from Daniel.

“I swear to God, if you've hurt them...” | started, but Daniel cutoff with a sharp laugh.

his

“Hurt them?” he repeated mockingly. “Christiana, do you really think I'd stoop so low? They're your kids. Your

precious little bundles of joy. Why would | harm them when | can use them to get exactly what |

ant?”

My cher tightened and the rom spun. | wanted to scream, to charge at him, to make h

couldn't move. His presence, his words, frozein place.

“You're a monster,” | spat, my voice trembling with fury and fear.

him tellwhere they were, but |

Daniel shrugged, unfazed by my insult. “Callwhat you want. The fact remains....you’re here. And now, we

can have a nice little chat about what happens next.”

His words sent a chill down my spine. Whatever he wanted, whatever his twisted gwas, | knew one thing for

certain: | wasn’t leaving without my kids.

Daniel took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. Let's not waste time, Christiana,” he said, his

voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You and I... we have unfinished business”

| stared at him, my body trembling as dread clawed its way up my throat, For the first tin my life, | wasn't

sure I'd make it out of this alive.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, trembling with fear and fury. “What is this about, Daniel? Why are you

doing this?”

He straightened, taking a slow step toward me. His expression shifted, his smirk fading into something more

serious, almost vulnerable. “Do you know what it’s like to give someone your heart, only for them to shatter it

into pieces?”

| blinked, stunned by the sudden change in his tone. “What are you talking about?” | whispered, my voice shaky.

He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting mine again. “I loved you, Christiana. With

everything inside of me, | loved you,” he said, his voice soft but laced with bitterness. “But you...” He laughed

bitterly, shaking his head. “You chose Alex. You always chose Alex.”

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