Married To The Billionaire I Hate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Emily's POV.I woke up feeling restless.Not that I had slept much.The clock on the wall read 9:43 AM, but I had been up for hours, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts refusing to settle. The weight of last night still clung to me, pressing against my chest.I had said too much.I had gone too far.I knew it the second the words left my mouth, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t hold back. I had wanted to hurt him, and I had.Now, Cole was nowhere to be found.I sat at the kitchen counter, my fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee I had barely touched. The rich scent filled the air, but it did nothing to calm me. The silence in the house was deafening, and every time I glanced at the front door, a strange, uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.Where had he gone?I wasn’t going to ask.I had no right to.After everything I said to him last night, I should be glad he left. I should be relieved. He deserved better than to be constantly pulled into whatever mess was in my head.But

Emily's POV.The ropes dug into my wrists, rough and unrelenting, but I didn’t flinch. The blindfold pressed against my eyes, blocking everything, leaving me with only the sensation of movement as the car sped down a road I couldn’t see. The gag in my mouth made it impossible to speak, not that I had anything to say.I had let them take me.Not a single struggle, not a single scream.I had just stood there, staring down the barrel of the gun, waiting. And when they grabbed me, when they yanked me away, I only looked back once…at the little boy, still frozen where I’d left him, his big, terrified eyes locked on mine.I had waved. Just a small, lazy wave. Nothing dramatic.Then they shoved me into the car, blindfolded me, tied me up, and now here I was.The drive was long. Longer than I expected.The engine rumbled, the tires hummed against the asphalt, but inside the car, it was silent. The men didn’t speak, didn’t joke, didn’t even breathe too loudly. It was all business.Whoever sent

The Desperate SearchCole's POV.My wife was missing.I grabbed my phone and started calling people, but I still got the same response, no one knew where she was.I even called a few high-end hotels, assuming she might have booked a suite under an alias. Still, nothing.“Are you sure? Check again,” I snapped at the receptionist on the other end of the line, my patience wearing dangerously thin.“I’m sorry, sir. There’s no booking under that name,” she repeated.I hung up, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.Emily wasn’t the kind of woman who got lost. She didn’t make mistakes. If she wasn’t here, it was because she didn’t want to be found.Or worse…because something had happened to her.By noon, I was sitting in the police station, gripping the edge of the counter as I glared at the officer in front of me.“She’s been missing for less than twenty-four hours,” the officer said, barely looking up from his computer. “She’s an adult, sir. Maybe she just needed some space.”I slammed my hand

Vanessa’s POVThe news was everywhere.Every channel. Every social media platform. Every gossip site.Emily Greyson was missing.I scrolled through my phone, my lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk as I read the headlines.Billionaire Heiress Emily Greyson Kidnapped!Cole Greyson Desperate to Find His Wife!No Ransom Demand…Where Is She?My heart swelled with satisfaction.I had expected the kidnapping to cause a stir, but this? This was beyond my wildest dreams. The media had latched onto the story like vultures, dissecting every possible theory, speculating endlessly, analyzing every angle.They had camera crews stationed outside Cole’s mansion, desperate to catch a glimpse of his anguish. Reporters had their microphones shoved in the faces of security guards, family members, business associates…anyone who might have a clue about where poor, innocent Emily had disappeared to.And the best part?No one had a single idea.I locked my phone and tossed it onto the plush couch besid

Cole's POV.My head was pounding, my vision unfocused as I stared at the chaotic mess spread out in front of me. Newspapers, police reports, screenshots of online posts, blurry security footage…everything related to Emily’s disappearance was scattered across my desk, a maddening reminder that she was out there somewhere, suffering, and I hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it.Every second that passed without her felt like a slow descent into madness.Daniel stood across the room, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in hushed tones, his expression tight with frustration. He had been making endless calls, pulling every string possible to find a lead, but every road led to a dead end.I clenched my jaw, gripping the edges of my desk so hard my knuckles turned white. "This isn't working," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head.Daniel looked up at me, hesitating before saying, "We're doing everything we can, sir.""Well, it’s not enough, is it?" I snapped, my voice rough, raw.