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Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 94
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Chapter 94 BLAIRE “I think we're done here.” It was Grant's voice that maderecover from shock. | should feel relieved that | already confirmed that Grant is my husband, yet | feel the opposite. I'm not sure why | feel disappointed knowing that I'm not Sebastian's wife.

| tried my best to hide my disappointment. | should feel ashamed of myself for feeling this way. It’s unfair to Grant that | was having these kinds of thoughts right after he proved to us that he is indeed my husband. | subtly shook my head to get rid of these unwanted thoughts.

| was expecting Sebastian to finally let go of his claim. But it tookby surprise when | heard the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“] don’t think so. These prove nothing but your ability to manipulate things. These pictures could have been photoshopped,” Sebastian said.

Though he made an excellent point, this will only backfire with his claims since he has no other proof but the photo in his wallet. It seems like Grant and | had the sthing in mind.

“That goes to you as well, Sebastian. I've shown Dylan a lot of photos, yet you only showed one piece of evidence. Would you liketo show you our marriage certificate?” Granted taunted.

“There's no need for that, for it may be as fake as these photos in your house. To settle this argument, | propose a DNA test. Only then will | accept that she’s not my wife,” Sebastian argued.

As | watched how confident Sebastian was while asking for a DNA test, my suspicion arose once again. There could have been a reason for him to be this confident.

| turned in Grant's direction, and | couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched in annoyance. It seems like he was not fond of Sebastian's persistence. He's probably expecting Sebastian to stop right after he shows his proof.

“] don’t think so. We are not obligated to prove anything to you. Now, leave while | am still asking nicely. You are on my property.

It's legal forto shoot you if you refuse to leave,” Grant insisted.

| immediately fear for Sebastian's life. I'm not sure whether he really owns a gun or not, but thinking something might happen to him makes my heart break.

Sebastian was about to respond when | decided to meddle in between.

“| think you should leave,” | interrupted.

10:04 Mon, 22 Apr Chapter 94 95% Both of them looked surprised when they looked at me; it was as if that's the last thing they expected to hear from me.

“Blaire...” Sebastian uttered that familiar name, but I'm not the woman he thinks | am.

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“I'm not Blaire. | don’t see the need for an unnecessary test. | do wish that you found the woman that you were looking for. But I'm afraid she’s not here. So please, you can leave now.” | was holding my breath as | uttered those words. | can’t understand why my heart aches while asking him to leave. This isn’t exactly what | expected to feel the moment Grant proved himself. | can still feel that something is wrong here, but all of that was nothing but a hunch.

| gulped when | saw the pain in his eyes as he looked at me. | saw him clench his fist, trying to control himself. | thought he was going to make another scene, but he didn't.

“No, you're wrong. This is far from over. | won't stop here until I get that DNA test,” he said before leaving one final glare towards Grant as if he were giving him a warning. After that, he proceeds to leave the house.

“That crazy man doesn’t know when to stop,” Grant commented with a smirk on his face. “Come, we still have tto go back to the island before the sun sets,” he said, which caughtby surprise.

“We're going back?” | asked in confusion.

“Of course, | only agreed to go here because | want to get rid of that bastard. And now that | already did, there's no reason for us to stay here,” he said.

| frowned as my confusion grew. “What do you mean? Isn't it a better idea that | stay here since | used to live here? It might jog sof my memory.” “There's no need for you to do that here. The island suited you more. It's refreshing and relaxing. You'll | well much faster when you're s,nded by beautiful scenery, such as the beach.” “But I've been staying there for more than six months, Grant. Yet not a single memory of my past has cback. | think it’s about tfor us to try a different approach,” | insisted.

“Dylan, stop being stubborn and do as | say. I'm running out of patience here,” he said as his eyes darkened.

For the first tthat I've been living with Grant, | felt scared and unsafe. I've never seen this part of him, not until now. | automatically took a step back, which caught him off guard. He probably saw the fear in my eyes as his face immediately lightened up.

He brushed his fingers along his hair and blew a loud sigh. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips before taking a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes, he went back to his usual calm self, Somehow, it makeswonder which one is the real Grant.

10:04 Mon, 22 Apr Chapter 94 “Fine. We'll stay here for a week and see if there are changes in your condition. If nothing happens, we'll go back to the island as we planned. Do we have a deal?” 95% “Y-yes,” | answered as my heart was filled with excitement. | was hoping that by staying here, | could finally get my memory back.

“Where's my room?” | asked.

“It's upstairs. Follow me,” he said before walking towards the stairs.

| followed him silently as | tried to familiarize myself with the house. | tried to picture myself living in this house, but | don’t feel any familiarity around this place. It was as if it were the first tthat | stepped foot in this house.

Grant opened the first door near the staircase. | walked inside the room and scanned my eyes around the place. | tried to remember even a bit of memory about this place, but | couldn't remember any. And unlike the living room, there isn’t a single picture of us in here. It was as if all the traces of our so-called relationship were only displayed in the lobby.

“Stop it, Dylan,” said the little voice inside my head. It's unfair to Grant if | continue suspecting him when he has been nothing but good to me. He has been patient throughout the times that | can’t remember anything. Though I'm still not uncomfortable sharing a tight space like this with him,.

“You can freshen up first if you want to,” he offered.

With my eagerness to find a solace place for me, | opted to accept his offer. “Thank you. Where's my closet?” | asked. | wanted to get snew clothes, as I'm not comfortable wearing my dirty clothes after a shower.

Grant looks around as if he isn’t familiar with the place as well. He looked around, trying to find where the closet was. After a few minutes, he then walks towards a drawer, which | assis the dresser.

“Here,” he said as he opened the top drawer. | was stunned and quickly closed it, as if he saw a ghost.

Curious about what had caught his eye, | quickened my pace to join him, eager to see for myself. “What's going on?” | asked, stretching my neck to see what he was looking at. To my surprise, there was nothing there. | gave him a puzzled look, wondering what he was up to.

“It looks like the cleaning staff moved our stuff while we were out,” he explained, sounding a bit annoyed. “There's a bathrobe in the bathroom. You can use that while | find your clothes,” he suggested, already making his way to the door before | could say anything.

| watched him go, a mix of confusion and gratitude swirling within me. With a shrug, | turned towards the bathroom. As | stepped into the bathroom, the scent of cleanliness enveloped me, momentarily soothing my frazzled nerves.

| quickly slipped into the shower to freshen up. After a few minutes, | grabbed the towel to dry myself.

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Chapter 94 95% Finding the bathrobe hanging on the back of the door, | quickly slipped it on, relishing the softness against my skin. It offered a comforting embrace, a temporary respite from the uncertainty of the situation. As | tied the belt around my waist, | couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events.

Emerging from the bathroom, | found him putting the clothes on top of the bed. “Here,” he said, holding out a neatly folded pile of clothes. “I managed to find sof your things. It's not much, but hopefully it'll do for now.” An awkward smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Thank you,” | said as | tightened my grip against the knot of my bathrobe. | wasn't expecting him to be here, so | felt quite uncomfortable with his presence while | was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. “Could | have a moment, please? | just need to put my clothes on.” “I'm your husband. | think it's tfor you to get used to my presence. Besides, we already shared a bed. There's nothing to hide that | haven't seen before,” he replied.

| was caught off guard by his answer. These past few months, Grant has been nothing but considerate. Not even once did he try to force himself on me. But right now, his aura is different. There's a darkness lurking around hi that | never noticed before.

“] know that you're my husband. But | have no memory of that as of now. For me, you're a stranger, just like Sebastian.” | had no clue what possessedto utter Sebastian's name. In the split second after it left my lips, | realized my mistake, but it was too late to retract it. | watched in horror as his expression morphed before my eyes. It was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him from a calm demeanor to a predatory gaze, akin to a wolf eyeing its prey. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, and | knew in that moment that mentioning Sebastian's moment that mentioning Sebastian's nhad opened a door to a darker side of him that | had never seen before.

| gulped in fear, but | tried to remain calm. | pretended | wasn’t bothered by his sudden change of demeanor. I'm still hopeful that Grant will remain the sas he was when we were on the island. But all my hopes were going down the drain when he started to take the distance between us.

| immediately took a step back, but unlike before, my fear didn’t bother him at all. He looked determined to claim what was his.

My eyes widen in fear when he grabs both of my arms and grips them tightly.

“G-Grant, you're hurting me,” | uttered.

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“I've been patient with you, Dylan,” he uttered with strained patience. “I've tried to understand your situation, but I've reached my limit. Tonight, I'm claiming what's rightfully mine,” he declared before leaning in to kiss me.

Instinctively, | turned my face away, dodging his advances, much to his displeasure. His frustration escalated, evident in his aggressive demeanor as he forcefully pushed me, causing 10:04 Mon, 22 Apr Chapter 94 to tumble onto the bed.

As | landed on the bed, a surge of fear and adrenaline coursed through me. His sudden shift in demeanor caughtoff guard, and | scrambled to regain my composure as | backed away, my heart racing with apprehension.

He advanced towardswith determined strides, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of desire and frustration. Despite my attempts to maintain distance, he closed in on me, his movements fueled by an undeniable hunger.

With each step he took, my pulse quickened, and the air was thick with tension. | knew | had to find a way to diffuse the situation and regain control before things spiraled further out of hand. But as his hands reached out to grab me, | realized that escape seemed increasingly improbable.

“Stop, Grant! Please!” | begged, my voice shaking with fear. But he didn’t listen. His eyes locked on me, intense and scary. It was like he couldn't control himself, driven by a strong desire that made him act without thinking.

He hovered over me, making it hard forto breathe. | felt trapped, like | couldn't escape. Panic surged inside me, making it hard to think straight as | looked for a way out.

No matter how much | begged, he didn’t change. He was determined, ignoring my pleas. It was like he was a different person, not the Grant | knew. The realization scared me, fillingwith dread as | prepared for what might happen next.

“No!” | screamed in fear when he hit me, the pain spreading through my face like shockwaves. | tasted blood, a reminder of how scary things had become. But even though | was hurt, | was determined to get away from him.

With my heart racing, | used all my strength to fight against his tight grip. | was desperate to escape his hold, driven by a strong feeling deep inside me.

Then, | saw my chance. | hit him hard where it hurt the most, and he cried out in pain, bending over. It was my moment to break free.

“Argh! Fck!” he shouted in pain.

Without waiting, | pushed away from him and ran to the door. My hands shook as | grabbed the handle, hoping to find safety on the other side.

“Dylan, cback here!” He shouted once again, but | didn’t bother to look back.

| dashed toward the door with frantic urgency, my heart pounding in my chest as | reached for the handle. With a swift push, the door swung open, welcoming a rush of cool air that provided a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere inside. Gasping for breath, | didn’t hesitate to flee, my bare feet pounding against the ground as | raced towards the gate. The sharp stones beneath my soles jabbed painfully, but the discomfort paled in comparison to the desperate need to escape.

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Chapter 94 95% As | sprinted, the sound of Grant's voice echoed behind me, calling my nwith a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down my spine. Panic surged withinas | realized that fleeing on foot wouldn't be enough to outpace him. Glancing back, | saw him steadily closing the distance between us, his determined stride like a predator closing in on its prey. Desperation gnawed at my insides, threatening to overwhelmas | faced the daunting reality of being caught.

In a moment of sheer desperation, | silently pleaded for divine intervention, a prayer born from the depths of my fear and uncertainty. Though | harbored little hope of a miraculous escape, to my astonishment, fate intervened in the form of a familiar car that screeched to a halt before me.

“Blaire, get in!” a familiar voice called out. Though | couldn’t see who sat behind the wheel, the voice alone offered a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

“Sebastian...” | whispered his name, my heart overflowing with gratitude and relief as | wasted no tin obeying his command, diving into the safety of his car without hesitation.

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