Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 247 Chapter 247 MARCUS Two days. It had been two days since I last heard from the guys, and it felt like an eternity. The last twe spoke, Nick had calledwith a strange message: go pick up Lupita and Grandma at the airport. He mentioned something about them being asleep, but the way he said it, the way he avoided details, it didn't sit right with me. He wasn't forthcoming, and I couldn't quite piece together what he meant.

When I finally picked them up, the weight of his words hit me. They weren't just asleep, they were in a deep, unnatural slumber. I had rushed them to the hospital, desperate for answers. The doctors confirmed my worst fears: there was nothing physically wrong with them, but they remained unresponsive, caught in this inexplicable state of sleep. They were being fed through cubes to ensure they didn't starve, but it felt like a temporary fix, like we were just biding tuntil something more sinister revealed itself.

I couldn't stop thinking about the situation, my mind racing, twisting with questions. My family, my wife, my kids, were out there, and I couldn't get a single answer. I had been trying to reach anyone, but no one was picking up. My calls went unanswered, and the silence drovecrazy. My anxiety was building, every unanswered call adding fuel to the fire. I needed information. I needed it now.

The not knowing, the uncertainty, was starting to eat away at me. But deep down, I kept telling myself that if something serious was going on, Ethan would have told me. Just like he had when he warnedabout Xander, there was no reason for him to hide anything now.

Still, that nagging feeling wouldn't go away. It was like an itch I couldn't scratch, a whisper in the back of my mind tellingsomething wasn't right, that they were hiding something from me. Maybe it was something with Olivia, maybe one of the kids... Whatever it was, it felt like they wanted to handle it first, to fix it, before they broke the news to me. But what if it was too late? What if they were already in danger? I had to know. I had to find out what was going on, but I had no idea where to even begin. If I knew where they were, I would've been on the next plane, heading there without a second thought. But the uncertainty was suffocating. Every passing second felt like I was losing precious time, like they were slipping further away from me.

I dialled Nick again, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't expect him to pick up, I had called so many times, only to be met with silence. But to my surprise, this the answered. His voice was tense, clipped, like he was holding something back.

"Marcus," he said quickly, his voice almost flat. “Yes, something happened. Olivia's been taken. We believe it was Xander. No, we haven't found her yet. The kids a fine, though. Don't call again. I will reach out to you when we find her." Before I could process his words, before I could ask the thousand questions flooding my mind, the line went dead. He hung up.

I stared at my phone, the reality of what he had said sinking in. Olivia... taken. By Xander. I couldn't breathe. My mind was a whirlwind of chaos, how? Why? What did he mean by "we haven't found her yet"? Why hadn't he toldmore? I couldn't understand why he had cut the call so abruptly.

It felt like everything was slipping through my fingers, like I had no control over what was happening to the people I loved most. The kids were safe, at least, but Olivia my wife, was out there somewhere, and Xander was the one who had her. The thought of that monster having her, of what he might be doing to her right now, made my blood run cold.

I tried calling back, but there was no answer.

I wanted to scream, to break something. But there was nothing I could do. Nothing but wait for Nick to call+25 BONUS Chapter 247 back. Wait for someone to find her. And wait for whatever nightmare was coming next.

I hated feeling so utterly powerless.

The weight of it was suffocating, gnawing atwith every passing moment. I couldn't shake the sense that I was the worst husband, the worst father. If only I had done things the differently, if only I had been more present, more understanding, she wouldn't be in this situation. If I hadn't neglected her, if I hadn't pushed her away with my thoughtlessness and mistakes, she would still be here, safe withand the kids. None of this would have happened.

I couldn't escape the guilt that was eatingalive. I was the reason she was gone. I was the one who had driven her away, made her feel like she had no choice but to leave. The paint caused her, the weight of my own failures, it had pushed her into the arms of someone far worse than her father. I had created the perfect storm, the one that led her straight into the hands of a monster, someone who would exploit her vulnerability for his own twisted gain.

"Olivia," I whispered under my breath, the words heavy with regret. "I'm so sorry. I keep failing you, failing us. I'm the sorry for everything for being the man was, for not being the man you neededto be. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please... please hang in there. Keep fighting. You are stronger than you know. And they will find you. I won't stop until they do." Every fiber of my being screamed for her, for the chance to undo the damage I had caused. But I knew that was impossible now. All I could do was hope. Hope that she was holding on, hope that she knew I still loved her, even if my actions had made it hard to see that. Hope that somehow, someone, somewhere, would find her before it was too late.

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