My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

As Billie and Kailee were on the verge of leaving, the housekeeper intercepted them with the landline phone held out in both hands.

“Mrs.

Norris, there’s a call for Mr.

Murray.”

Billie hesitated before accepting the phone, her brow creasing in mild confusion.

“Albin? Why would he be calling here?”

The housekeeper merely shrugged, conveying her own uncertainty.

“He didn’t specify, just insisted on talking to you directly.”

“Talking to me?” Billie’s confusion deepened with each passing second.

Kailee, ever the playful niece, gently tugged at Billie’s arm.

“Auntie Billie, it sounds serious.

Maybe you should find out what Albin wants directly?”

Reluctantly, Billie took the phone and inquired cautiously, “Albin, what’s going on?”

Albin’s voice crackled with urgency on the other end.

“Billie, it’s Elizabeth.

She’s missing.

Apparently, she’s gotten tangled up in some rumors with a co-actor, and it’s blown up all over the trending news…”

Before Albin could elaborate further, Billie interrupted him, her voice tinged with anger.

“What? Engaged in a scandal with some actor, and now it’s all over the media? How utterly disgraceful—poor Elijah must be mortified!”

Albin, struggling to keep his composure, corrected her gently, “No, Billie, you’ve got it wrong.

It’s merely a rumor, nothing factual.

But we’re actually more concerned because she seems to have vanished.

We think a fan who’s lost their grip on reality might have taken her.”

Billie’s patience wore thin, her tone laced with irritation.

“She’s always at the center of some drama—first a scandal and now a kidnapping? What next? And where in the world is Elijah during all this?”

“Elijah is tied up with prior commitments and asked me to oversee things.

However, the police need a family member to report her missing, so…” Albin repeated the fabricated story he’d concocted, hoping it would spur Billie to action.

Billie let out a sigh, muttering, “I…”

She was on the verge of declaring she would handle the matter herself.

Kailee hastily pressed her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece.

“Auntie Billie, don’t you see? This is our chance.”

“What chance?” Billie’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Leaning closer, Kailee’s voice dropped to a hush.

“This is the best time to make Elizabeth disappear.”

Kailee noticed even Albin was overly concerned for Elizabeth, which only fueled her growing resentment.

“If Elijah finds out…” Billie’s voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her tone.

Kailee reassured her with a dismissive wave.

“It’s irrelevant to us.

Albin has no solid evidence of her abduction.

If things escalate, we’ll simply claim ignorance of the severity.

Besides, should the situation require a family intervention, her father is still around.

Surely, he’s better suited than you?”

Billie paused, wrestling with her thoughts, then reluctantly agreed.

Kailee removed her hand from the phone.

“Albin, if this is truly a family matter, her father is available.

It’s not my place to step in.

You might want to contact the Campbell family instead.” Billie’s gaze drifted to the window, watching as the rain hammered relentlessly against the pane, her hand tightening around the phone.

Elsewhere, the sea was a fury of its own, the fierce gales cutting through the air.

Aboard the mid-sized yacht, Nate staggered and crashed to the deck.

A crew member burst in, his face etched with urgency.

“Mr.

Crawford, we must turn back.”

Despite all their preparations, it seemed the weather had its own mocking plans.

Nate, visibly annoyed, tugged at his collar and queried, “What if we just keep going?”

The crew member responded firmly, shaking his head, “No.

Beyond this point lies international waters.

Without the correct documentation, we’d find ourselves in far deeper trouble.”

Nate, still sprawled on the floor, shifted his gaze to the woman before him.

The ropes bound tightly around her limbs, carving deep red marks into her skin, accentuated her voluptuous figure.

Her response was a piercing, cold stare, her lips cracked, her cheeks bruised, adding a vulnerable, yet hauntingly beautiful aura to her appearance.

A sense of possession washed over him, she was a gem he was determined not to lose.

“Veer around for the port,” he declared, pushing himself to his feet with a wobbly effort.

After a brief silence, he ordered, “Take her to the bedroom.”

Leaning on the wall for support as he exited, two burly men promptly grasped Elizabeth, guiding her to another room.

The room was bare, its only features a plain bed and a tiny bathroom tucked away in the corner.

They threw her onto the bed and exited swiftly.

Nate sat on the edge of the bed, removing his clothing with eager hands.

As he moved closer, he reached for her dress.

Swallowing her revulsion, Elizabeth forced a sweet smile.

“Untie me, and I’ll handle it myself,” she murmured softly.

Nate paused, locking eyes with her briefly before a sly smirk formed on his face.

“Darling, this is my one and only chance.

I can’t afford anything going wrong.”

As he spoke, his hands moved to her dress, tugging it aside and slipping toward her undergarments.

At that moment, a thunderous clap echoed, and a giant wave rocked the yacht sharply.

The sudden movement flung them both across the bed.

Simultaneously, the storm ripped the window next to the bed open, allowing the fierce wind and rain to surge into the room.

Seeing the open window, Elizabeth’s eyes sparked with a glimmer of hope, and she started maneuvering her body towards the escape it offered.