Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 132

OLIVIA

 It’s been over an hour since I went with the cops, and we still haven’t arrived at the station.

 This was becoming a major problem for me. I had a feeling that something was definitely wrong somewhere.

 To make matters worse, none of them paid attention to my words. To them, I didn’t even exist.

 The only thought crossing my mind was jumping out of the moving vehicle and escaping from what now seemed like an abduction.

 After a second thought, I realized how stupid the plan was. There was no guarantee I’d make it out alive after jumping outside.

 I kept my observations to myself while I searched for another way out.

 “What’s going on? Why isn’t anyone saying anything to me? And why is it taking forever to arrive at the station?” I raised the alarm after being previously ignored.

 “Stay focused. You’re asking too many questions. We’ll be there soon,” one of them finally responded.

 It ought to have sounded like a relief, but it didn’t. Instead, it made my blood pressure spike drastically.

 I needed no soothsayer to tell me it was all lies.

 “And you expect me to believe that? Come on, I’m not a kid. I’m not dumb either,” I snapped, doubting the so-called cops.

 I was ready to confront them, despite the fact that we were inside a moving vehicle.

 “Do you even have any jurisdiction in Paris? I want to see your identity cards to confirm you’re legitimate,” I demanded in a calm but firm tone, determined to play the role of a real cop.

 “We don’t owe you any explanation, so don’t you dare ask us silly questions. Are we clear?” one of them yelled at me.

 He spoke violently, as though he wanted to hit me in the face.

 The moment I heard him, it finally hit me: my life was in serious danger.

 Without saying a word, I secretly sent Adrian my live location, hoping he would come and rescue me.

 After sending the text, I stayed calm and prayed that Adrian would show up with the real cops soon.

 Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, one of them snatched my phone from where I sat in the back seat.

 I had no idea he’d been watching me.

 I tried to grab the phone back, only to be rewarded with a resounding slap.

 The sound of the slap echoed inside my eardrum for what felt like forever.

 At some point, I thought I’d never be able to hear properly again.

 He stuffed the phone into his pocket and dared me to come for it, pulling out a gun and flicking it across my face.

 “Since you claim to be educated, you should know what this is,” he said, sniffing the edge of the pistol and making it seem as though he wanted to blow my brains out.

 I wept profusely, exhausting every tear in my eyes. “Who are you, and what do you want from me?”

 Desperate, I even offered to pay an outrageous sum just to avoid being murdered like a hen.

 “Hahaha!” One of them laughed wickedly, mocking me. They made me feel even more foolish in front of them.

 The whole situation was beginning to feel like déjà vu. It reminded me of how I’d escaped an assassination attempt the day Adrian took Kate and me shopping for outfits for his party.

 The only difference was that back then, the assassins never caught me, nor did they shoot me.

 “Do you think this is about money? Just so you know, we ain’t interested in your money. You can fucking keep it,” one of them sneered.

 My nostrils flared as confusion swirled inside me. Who wanted me dead?

 I had truly believed this was all about money. I was even prepared to break the bank just to stay alive.

 “If this isn’t about money, then what is it about? Who wants me dead? I haven’t offended anyone. Please, talk to me,” I begged, tears streaming down my face.

 I was desperate for an answer, but none came. It was as though I were speaking to myself.

 Frustrated at being ignored, I struck the windshield in anger, hoping to get their attention. Unfortunately, I ended up with a fractured wrist.

 I moaned in pain, but despite my cries, none of them paid me any attention.

 Looking around, I noticed how strange the surroundings were. This wasn’t a police station, and it didn’t look like an apartment either.

 I could feel death calling me, but I pushed the thought aside. I couldn’t imagine dying like this.

 Summoning the last bit of strength I had left, I screamed. “Where are you taking me? Let me out now!”

 I tried to fight my way out of the car, but I couldn’t. The men were far too powerful.

 Without a word, they pulled out a thick black rope and tied my hands and legs, making it impossible to escape. They sealed my lips with tape to muffle my screams.

 A few moments later, they pulled the car to a stop deep inside the woods. Dragging me out, they forced me to stand and tied me to a tree.

 Finally, they ripped the tape from my mouth, giving me the freedom to speak again.

 “Please, don’t hurt me. What do you want? Is it money? I’ve got plenty of it.”

 Before I could finish talking, one of them punched me in the face.

 “Do you think we’re beggars? How many times do we have to remind you this ain’t about money?” he growled.

 My lips throbbed, and though I couldn’t touch them because of the rope, I was sure I was bleeding.

 My vision blurred, and I was lucky I didn’t lose consciousness on the spot.

 I was done pleading. I accepted defeat before the battle even began.

 Just when I thought the worst had passed, one of them brought out a gun and pointed it at my head.

 “Make your last request. In a few minutes, your blood will stain the ground. And guess whose corpse the vultures will feast on? Yours.”

 I sighed and shook my head weakly. Even without being shot, the torture alone was enough to send my soul to the underworld.

 “I know I can’t change your mind. I’ve already accepted my fate. But I have one special request. Who sent you?” I asked.

 I had no idea where I found the courage to ask that question after everything I’d been through.

 They exchanged glances and laughed wickedly, the sound crawling under my skin.

 What was I supposed to do about it?

 “Should we tell her?” one of them asked, turning me into a subject for debate.

 “Wait a minute… It’s Rene, isn’t it?” I guessed, panic rising in my chest.

 “Oh no. It’s Rene. It has to be her!” I screamed.

 She was the only person I could think of who would do this.