Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 241

The knife hovered, barely an inch away from cutting through Wiona’s clothes, cold and dangerous. Even with all her bravado, a wave of despair crashed over her. Internally, she cursed her luck. Seriously, could things get any worse? It felt like every road she took just led her straight into a dead end.

But these men weren’t from the Sullivan family. Conrad, for all his flaws, would never use such brutal methods, even if he wanted to get rid of her babies. Besides, they’d mentioned watching her for days. Who on earth would be more desperate to catch her than Conrad?

“Who are you?” Wiona demanded, her voice sharp.

One of the men shoved her, his tone icy. “You’ll find out soon enough. Move!”

They forced her into a black sedan, yanked a hood over her head, and tied her hands tight. Darkness swallowed her whole. Wiona realized she was truly on her own. She’d managed to escape one nightmare only to tumble right into another.

After what felt like forever, the car finally rolled to a stop. Someone dragged her out, pushing and pulling her along a jagged path. She felt the crunch of broken stones under her feet, each step threatening to trip her. The air felt wide and empty. They must have left the city behind. Somewhere nearby, she could hear the rumble of big trucks and, now and then, the distant thunder of a passing train.

“Keep moving.”

They shoved her up a set of stairs. Blind and off balance, she stumbled and fell hard. Instinct kicked in, and she twisted just in time, protecting her belly from the impact. Her heart hammered with panic and leftover fear.

Furious, Wiona turned her head, glaring over her shoulder. “I don’t care who you are. If anything happens to my babies, I swear I’ll make every last one of you pay.”

The only reply was a cold, mocking laugh. Clearly, none of them took her seriously.

She narrowed her eyes. “How many lives do you have to gamble with? I might be in your hands right now, but who gets to lives and who ends up dead is still up in the air.”

With that, she forced herself back onto her feet. The laughter faded, replaced by a tense silence, as if her words had finally made them second-guess themselves.

They led her up three more flights of stairs. At the top, someone yanked the hood off her head.

“Wiona?” A frail, familiar voice called out.

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