Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

OLIVIA’S POV

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The screeching sound of wooden chairs being dragged across the tiled floor scraped against my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I winced, my heart hammering in my chest as the masked men arranged three chairs side by side. Each movement was precise like they’d done this before–like they’d planned this moment down to the last terrifying detail.

“Sit. Now,” one of them ordered, his voice sharp and cold, brooking no argument.

None of us dared to disobey. Julian helped Mom ease into the chair, his jaw clenched tightly, frustration and fear swirling in his eyes. I sat down next to her, and then Julian followed suit. The chill from the cold room had vanished completely, replaced by a cold dread that seemed to seep into my bones. Whatever this was–it wasn’t a robbery. It was personal.

Another masked man approached us, holding a set of cuffs. I instantly recognized them. They were the very same ones we had used earlier to restrain the intruders in the basement. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

“Hey, take it easy!” Julian snapped when one of the men roughly yanked our mother’s arms back and cuffed her hands behind the chair.

“Keep quiet,” the man barked, shoving Julian back down when he tried to stand.

Once all three of us were secured, their leader stepped forward. He stood directly in front of us, arms folded. Even with his mask on, I could practically see the smug smirk painted across his face. It made my stomach twist.

“Who are you? And what do you want from us?” Julian asked, trying to keep his voice firm, though I could hear the underlying edge of anger.

The man tilted his head slightly. “Who am I?” he echoed mockingly. “Well, that’s not really your business. But what do I want?” He let out a low chuckle. “Take a wild guess.”

“If it’s money you want,” Julian said quickly, “there’s cash in a duffel bag under my bed upstairs. Just take it and go.”

The leader turned his head slightly and gave a small nod, and one of the masked men took off up the stairs. My heart sank.

“We didn’t come here to rob you,” he continued, “but hey–thanks for the tip.”

“Then what else do you want?” Mom finally spoke, her voice trembling. I could hear it cracking, like her hope was slowly shattering.

“Fine,” the leader said, sighing as if we were inconveniencing him. “I’ll tell you. The man who hired us told me to pass along a message before we get the job done.”

Julian and I exchanged a glance. My brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. What was he talking about? Who would want to send a message through armed men in the middle of the night?

“Go on,” I said cautiously, bracing myself.

He leaned in just slightly. “Does the name Adrian Westwood ring a bell?”

The name hit me like a slap.

“He’s the one who sent me,” the man continued, “Did you really think you could walk away from him and there wouldn’t be consequences? He warned you. You didn’t listen. And now, this… this is the consequence.”

“No,” I breathed, shaking my head slowly. “You’re lying. Adrian wouldn’t do this He’s changed.” At least that was what I thought

The man scoffed. “Changed? Do you really think men like him change? Let me ask you something–how do I know exactly what you said to him the day you left? The exact words?”

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Chapter 135

My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to deny it again, to scream that Adrian would never hurt me like this. But a memory surfaced–one I had bure Adrian had done something like this before. He had sent people to follow ine once. Had me watched. Had me tracked.

I stared at the floor, the pieces clicking together in my mind. A bitter truth settled in my chest.

I didn’t want to believe it. But deep down–I knew.

“Naïve girl,” the masked man said, shaking his head as if amused by my reaction. “You still believe your prince charming wouldn’t do something like this? Come on. He’s a businessman. You entered a contract with him, and you broke it. That’s bad for business. So obviously, he’d take you out of the picture- permanently.”

His words hit me like ice water. My chest tightened as a dreadful silence filled the room. I stared at him, barely blinking, trying to make sense of what he had just said.

“Wait… what do you mean by permanently?” Julian asked, his voice laced with concern and a rising edge of anger.

The man tilted his head, then said casually, “We came here to kill little Miss Olivia here, but Adrian paid us a little extra to take care of you Mr, and this lady?.” He said pointing at my mom.

“well she’s just at the wrong place at the wrong time, I can’t fuck this up and leave any witnesses, so try to understand, a man’s gotta eat.”

Kill? Did I hear them well? My breath caught in my throat. The word echoed in my mind, bouncing off every wall of my consciousness. My vision blurred for a moment as my body went stiff with shock. These guys–they were going to murder us?…

I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.

But the man only chuckled as if amused by Julian’s offer. “Sorry, but I’m loyal to my sender,” he said. “Say your last prayers. This will be the last time you see each other.”

They said they came to kill us. So why leave?

Something wasn’t adding up. I stopped struggling for a moment, letting my thoughts catch up with my panic. If they were here to kill us, why not just shoot us like they threatened earlier?

A sharp, pungent scent was wafting through the air. It was familiar, but out of place.

“Do you smell that?” I asked, my voice trembling with dread.

Julian raised his head, sniffing the air. His face darkened instantly.

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