Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

BLAIRE

Given what happened back in the mansion, I know it wasn’t a smart move for me

to

go alone. However, as time passes, Blaze’s condition becomes more dangerous. It hasn’t been long since he got out of surgery, and I’m sure there’s no one there who knows how to take care of his condition.

In the end, I decided to give Sebastian a call. I dialed his number, and after a few rings, he answered.

“Where the hell are you, Blaire? You’ll be the death of me! Blaze has been missing, and now you! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He blabbers continuously.

“I’m fine, Sebastian,” I assure him, though the tension in my voice betrays my calm facade.

“I’m not! My son is missing, and I have no idea where the hell you are! Tell me your location, and I’ll pick you up,” he demands, his worry evident in his tone.

For a moment, I weigh my options, knowing that what I’m about to say

will only worry

him further. But I can’t afford to waste any more time. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for his reaction.

“I’m on my way there now. I’ll meet you up at the location,” I reply, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

“Are you out of your mind, Blaire? Have you seen what those men did to our guards? You’re going to get yourself killed!” Sebastian’s voice rises with frustration; his concern for my safety is palpable even through the phone. But I’ve made up my mind, and nothing he says can sway me from my course of action.

“Staying still and doing nothing to find my son will eventually kill me as well. It’s a matter of choosing which death I’m more comfortable with,” I responded, my voice firm with resolve.

“Blaire, I’m begging you. Don’t act too harshly. Wait for me. We’ll go there together,” Sebastian insisted, his desperation palpable.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian. I can’t wait for you. I’ll send you the details. I’ll meet you up there,” I replied, knowing that every second counted in the race to find Blaze.

“Blaire, don’t be stu pid!” Sebastian’s voice rang out in frustration, but I couldn’t let his concerns sway me. My mind was made up, and I was determined to do whatever it took to bring my son home.

Ignoring Sebastian’s protests, I ended the call, my resolve unwavering in the face of his pleas. I was determined to find my son, no matter what obstacles lay in my path.

As soon as I hung up the phone, my heart pounding with anticipation, another call came through from an unknown number. With trembling hands, I answered the call, my breath catching in my throat.

“Hello, my dear sister. You took your time before you made a move. I’ve been waiting for a long time to call you,” came the voice on the other end of the line.

The blood drained from my face as I recognized the familiar, chilling tone. My whole body went cold at the sound of that awful voice, sending shivers down my spine.

“It seems like our father gave me up. So, should I expect your presence here any minute now?” she continued.

“Where the hell is my son, Catherine?” I demanded, trying to muster the courage in my voice despite the fear coursing through me.

“What, no pleasantries? I’m wounded, dear sister,” she said mockingly.

“What do you want, Catherine? My son has nothing to do with this!” I raised my voice in frustration.

“On the contrary, your son is the main reason why we’re here, dear sister. If it wasn’t for him, Sebastian would never want to divorce me.” Catherine’s voice rang out, filled with venom and resentment.

“Stop being delusional, Catherine. Sebastian has been trying to divorce you even before he knew about Blaze. Stop putting the blame on my son. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t keep your husband by your side!” I shot back, my own voice tinged with frustration and anger.

She scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “Feisty as ever, I see? Hmmm… what should I do with your innocent child?” she mused, her words carrying a subtle warning.

“No, no, no! Please! Don’t hurt my son. I’ll do everything you want; just please spare my son,” I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice.

“Now we’re dancing to a different tune, dear sister. That’s more like it,” she replied, her voice cold and calculating.

As fear gripped my heart, I realized the gravity of the situation. Catherine held all the

power, and my son’s life hung in the balance. I had to tread carefully if I wanted to protect him.

“What do you want from me, Catherine?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

Her laughter echoed through the phone, sending a chill down my spine. “Oh, Blaire, it’s simple. I want revenge. And I’ll stop at nothing until I get it,” she declared, her words dripping with malice.

My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plan, but I knew I was running out of time. I had to find a way to outsmart Catherine and save my son before it was too late. But with her unpredictable nature and thirst for vengeance, I knew the odds were stacked against me.

“If you want us gone, we’ll go. We’ll leave right away. We’ll vanish if that’s what need. Just give me back, my son,” I begged desperately.

“I’m not naive, Blaire. Sebastian can track you down,” she said firmly.

“Then what is it you’re after, Catherine?”

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“I’ll provide you with a different address. Don’t even think about contacting Sebastian. Trust me, I’ll find out. And if you dare to defy me, your son will suffer the consequences, understand?”

“Yes, I’ll obey your every command. Please, just spare my son,” I stammered.

“Good. I’ll send you the instructions right after this call.”

With a heavy heart, I reluctantly agreed to Catherine’s demands, knowing that my compliance was the only hope for my son’s safety. As I awaited her instructions, a sense of dread settled over me, the

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As Catherine disconnected the call, leaving me with a chilling sense of foreboding,

I braced myself for the challenges ahead. With each passing moment, the urgency of the situation intensified, driving me to act swiftly and decisively to protect my son at all costs.

I remained on edge, and my senses heightened with anticipation. Every sound, every movement outside the window, sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I waited anxiously for Catherine’s next move.

Finally, a notification chimed on my phone, signaling the arrival of a new message. With trembling hands, I unlocked the screen to find detailed instructions from Catherine outlining the next steps I needed to take.

“To Chelsea Pier, please,” I told the driver as soon as I read Catherine’s instruction.