Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Bianca’s POV

I stared at the screen, my eyes narrowing as I watched the security footage on my phone. Empty. The warehouse was empty. Christian was gone.

“What the hell?” I hissed under my breath, pacing the room like a caged animal. My mind raced, trying to piece together what went wrong. My fingers tightened around my phone, the sharp sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor filled the air as I paced.

I had paid good money. a lot of money, for this. I wanted her broken, desperate, dead. That woman had no right to be breathing, let alone walk out of that warehouse like nothing happened.

Enrico Ibarked, my voice cutting through the silence of my room. My henchman hurried in, the look on his face cautious, almost afraid. He should be.

“Ma’am” he asked his voice trembling slightly, which only made my rage boil over even more.

“Explain to me how the woman I hired you to get rid of is suddenly out in the world again, I growled, turning my phone to face him, the footage showing the empty chair where Christiana should have been. “What kind of incompetent idiots are you working with

Enrico swallowed hard, his face paling. “I don’t understand. The men were instructed to-”

“Spare me the excuses” I snapped, slamming my phone down on the table. “Do you have any idea what’s at stake here? That woman was supposed to disappear. She’s supposed to be dead by now!”

My chest tightened with fury, my nails digging into the leather of the armrest. Christiana had gotten away. Somehow, that worm of a man, Marco, must have turned on me. He must’ve released her. Why?

“Find him Now” I barked, stepping closer to Enrico, watching him flinch. “And when you do, bring him to me. I want answers, and I want them fast”

“Yes, maam” He stumbled back, turning on his heel to leave.

I slammed the door behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. Marco. He betrayed me. There was no other explanation. He had one job, one- and he had the gall to release her? After all I’d done for him? I could still remember the day I hired him. Desperate. Pathetic Grateful for the opportunity to make some cash.

“Oh, you’re going to regret this,” I whispered through clenched teeth, my jaw tight. “No one betrays me and gets away No one

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1 walked over to the window, my fingers trembling with rage. Christiana had ruined my life once, and I wasn’t going to let her do it again. She had taken Alex away from me, turned him for everything falling apart.

into some pathetic family man. She was the one responsible

I had it all. Alex, the lifestyle, the power, everything. And then that woman walked in with her perfect little family, and suddenly. I was forgotten. Like I never existed.

Well not for long

I smiled bitterly, staring out into the distance. “Enjoy your little reunion with Alex, Christiana. It’s going to be short–lived.”

Just as vas thinking about what my move would be, my phone buzzed in my hand. A message.

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I opened it, my fingers shaking with anger and anticipation.

“I’m sorry,” the message read. “I couldn’t do it. She saved my mother’s life. I didn’t know it was her until I saw her face. I had no choice.”

A scream of frustration tore through my throat. “You had no choice?!” I seethed, practically throwing my phone across the

1001. 1001.

That was it. That was the reason. His stupid, soft heart had let her go.

I grabbed my phone again, dialing Marco’s number with clenched teeth. When it went straight to voicemail, I knew. He was gone. Vanished.

“Fine.” I said to myself, trying to calm the rage building inside me. “You want to play this game? Then let’s play.”

I wouldn’t stop until Christiana was out of the picture for good. This time, I’d make sure there were no mistakes.

My breaths came in shallow, rapid bursts, fury coursing through me like wildfire. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christiana should be dead. Buried. Forgotten. But no, she was out there somewhere, alive, probably with Alex by now, basking in his attention, again.

“Ugh!” I screamed, storming over to the table and swiping everything off it in one violent motion. Papers, a glass vase, everything crashed to the floor, the sound of shattering glass barely enough to soothe the storm inside me.

How could Marco do this to me? After everything I’ve done for him!

I paced back and forth, my heels slamming into the floor. Every thought I had was consumed by her, Christiana, her face. her perfect little family. I could picture her now, lying in a hospital bed, fragile, helpless, and yet still winning. Always winning.

I grabbed a lamp from the side table and hurled it across the room, watching it explode against the wall. It still wasn’t enough. The anger in me was like a ticking bomb, and it was seconds from detonating.

“This isn’t over,” I growled, staring at the mess around me. My chest heaved as I forced myself to breathe, my fingers shaking uncontrollably. She might’ve escaped this time, but that wasn’t going to be the end of it. No, I wasn’t going to let her get away that easily.

My mind raced with the next step..how to fix this. Who could I call? Who would handle this properly? Someone with no weaknesses. No ties to her. No stupid moral compass like Marco’s.

Think, Bianca. Think, I muttered, pacing faster, my fingers digging into my scalp as I ran my hands through my hair.

I stopped, staring at the chaos around me. The smashed glass, the papers scattered everywhere, the destroyed furniture. The room mirrored my insides, broken, torn apart.

1 could barely contain my rage, and the more I thought about her, the more reckless I became. I reached for a framed picture of me and Alex from years ago. We were so happy back then, smiling, perfect. Before Christiana, Before everything went to hell.

I glared at it for a moment, then slammed it against the edge of the table. The glass cracked in my hand, cutting my palm, but I didn’t care. The pain was nothing compared to the rage burning in my chest

“Why does she always win?” I screamed, squeezing the broken frame, blood dripping from my hand. I was losing control. spiraling, and I hated it.

I needed to get back on track. I needed to rem

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ind myself that Christiana was nothing. She wasn’t going to ruin