A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

He came out of the closet three minutes later in different clothes and went the other way. The security guy followed his trail, switching between camera angles as he walked out of the studio.

He cut to the camera that was on the entrance door. He walked then later paused or the door. He stood there for a pretty long time, probably talking to someone.

“Who the fuck was he talking to?“,

I looked at the security guy, motioning sharply with my chin. “Switch to the entrance door”

Steven cleared his throat, hesitation crawling up his spine. “Don Alessandro, all the security cameras that show that side were damaged last night. We haven’t had the time to replace them yet, we don’t have the next footage.”

Silence filled the surveillance room like smoke, heavy, choking, and impossible to ignore.

“Damaged?” My voice dropped low and colder. “Yes, sir“, Steven swallowed

“Did he come back inside the studio after?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“No…” Steven answered, “Only his other bag was found in his closet.”

A muscle in my jaw twitched, “So what, are you trying to tell me that my husband disappeared into thin air?!”

“No, but when we asked around.. some people outside they saw him enter a black jeep“,

With a growl, I slammed the fucking burner phone into the wall. Everyone in the room went rigid. My blood thundered in my ears, and rage bubbled so violently beneath my skin, it felt like it would burst through my pores.

I turned to Antonio, eyes wild, and pointed my finger at him.

“I need you to find my husband. I don’t fucking care how you fucking do it. I WANT MY HUSBAND BACK IN MY HOME IN A FUCKING HOUR!*

Antonio stiffened, nodding quickly, but his eyes said what his mouth didn’t dare: this wasn’t going to be easy. Still, he bolted out of the room, barking orders into his earpiece before the door even slammed/shut behind him.

My chest heaved, breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts. The room felt too small. Too quiet. And my hands, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

I reached for my main phone in my pocket with trembling fingers. It buzzed before I could even look at it. A name lit up the screen.

Vladimir was calling me, “Boss, you might want to get back to the house…

“Did you find him?”

“I found his cell phone. It was on your bed and there’s a note for you. I think you

should-”

I hung up and went straight out of the building. If Nikolai has tried to do something extremely fucking stupid, it’s going to be hell for him.

I got into my car and sped towards our home. It was a five–minute ride but it felt like a fucking hour because every second I wasted looking for him here, he got further away from me.

I parked the car before the front door and strode inside. I didn’t even look at the guards. The hallway blurred around me, I only had one destination. I took the stairs two at a time, heart thundering like war drums in my chest.

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