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Chapter 167: ~Hellbound~

Chapter 167: ~Hellbound~

"Please don’t cry. It’s not good for your health," Paul’s voice held a mixture of concern and frustration, yet Elena remained resolute in her refusal to accept him.

"Don’t touch me!"

Then, a voice cut through the tension, breaking into my thoughts.

I knew I couldn’t go much farther on my own; he had effortlessly caught up to me. The cold wind bit into my skin as I struggled to maintain my balance on the icy pavement.

"It’s far too slippery," I thought, my mind racing to comprehend the perilous situation.

I wanted to keep my baby and Elena safe. The thought fueled my resolve as we navigated the maze of uncertainty.

"Leave me," I murmured, my words barely audible as I struggled against his grasp.

. "What’s the matter with you? Why are you running from this place?" His words cut through the wintry silence. "You can’t see how dangerous and sloppy the road is, can you? If you slip, you may fall from this angle," he yelled.

He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms like a fragile treasure.

"Put an end to it. Elena, please don’t provoke me," he implored. His words held a mixture of frustration and a genuine plea for restraint.

The sound of my fists colliding with the car glass echoed like a desperate plea for freedom. Each punch carried the weight of my frustration, a physical manifestation of the internal struggle I was enduring.

"Now stop the car!" Elena’s demand reverberated, but Paul continued to ignore her pleas.

"Paul, please stop," I pleaded, my voice cutting through the cold air. In response, he came to a sudden halt in the middle of the road, his gasps for air creating visible puffs in the frigid atmosphere.

Every turn, every alley, fueled the fire of my determination. I wouldn’t rest until Elena was back in my arms.

"It’s a dangerous hilly road to drive on," Paul stated.

The truth was, I was running not just from the physical dangers but from the emotional turbulence that engulfed me. I couldn’t bear the weight of our shared struggles any longer.

Sensing an opportunity, he released his grasp, and I seized the moment. Pushing him out of harm’s way, I rushed to the relative safety of the roadside.

"I want Derek. I’m not going with you," Elena asserted, her voice a poignant declaration of her unwavering love for her husband.

My heart raced as we sprinted through the labyrinth of alleys, clutching each other in the shadows. Fear gnawed at me, not just for myself but for Elena— I couldn’t bear to lose.

I had to run away. So I punched the glass.

But reality tethered me. I couldn’t let this defiance lead us to ruin. The danger was real, and we needed a plan.

"Fuck!" I muttered, angry about everything. But giving up wasn’t in the cards. Paul escaped again, I couldn’t let him get away with what he’d done.

However, Paul’s treachery extended beyond the personal realm. He had orchestrated a calculated attack on my business empire, causing the value of my shares to plummet.

"I’ve apologized to you hundreds of times and will continue to apologize to you for the rest of my life. But I can’t let you go just now. We’ll leave this city shortly," Paul’s words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the entanglement of their fates.

Damn it, if you don’t let me go, I’ll hurt myself at any cost.

"Please, no more," I whispered.

Derek’s POV.

"Paul, please stop!" I pleaded, my voice strained with both fear and desperation. He slowed, finally coming to a halt in a secluded corner. The adrenaline coursing through our veins was palpable, and I clutched his arm.

"Stop it. Don’t provoke me, Elena," Paul’s plea held a hint of urgency.

I won’t let you guys suffer.

The road was a sheet of ice, evidence of the heavy snowfall that had blanketed the area.

The encroaching cars added an unforeseen element to our already precarious situation.

"I’m sure he’ll take you from me," I thought, my mind consumed by the threat looming over us. For correct content, please visit

As the car sat idle on the perilous terrain, Elena’s desperation escalated.

Paul’s POV.

Paul kept slipping away, making it tough to catch up. But I wasn’t giving up; Elena meant everything to me.

The road stretched out before us, a treacherous path made even more hazardous by the persistent snowfall from the night before.

As we ran, I stole glances at Paul’s face. His brow was furrowed with intensity, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. I could feel the tension in his muscles.

"I can’t go too far with this," I admitted to myself, the weight of responsibility pressing on me.

"I want you to leave. I don’t want to live with you," I stated, my words hanging in the cold air.

The lines of worry etched into his face were a stark contrast to the man I knew, and it pained me to witness his suffering.

"Elena," Paul called out, his voice a mix of concern and frustration.

**

"Sir," the driver’s voice pierced the silence as the car screeched to a halt. I lunged towards the vehicle, fueled by a surge of frustration and anger

"Paul, I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you any longer," Elena’s desperate plea resonated, a fervent rejection of the past that haunted her. Her cries for freedom fell on deaf ears as Paul, driven by his own convictions, remained unmoved.

My hands were securely wrapped around his arm.

"Paul." Elena’s call snapped me back to the present.

"I’ll never give you to him." The promise echoed in the rhythm of our hurried steps.

The night had been a relentless pursuit, chasing shadows that slipped through the cracks of the city. Elena, taken away by that bastard Paul.

Elena’s outburst echoed through the confines of the car, emphasizing her adamant stand against Paul’s attempts to reach out. Her heart, torn between loyalty to Derek and the haunting past with Paul, found no solace in his presence.

Amidst the intensity of our struggle, Paul’s attention snapped to the approaching headlights. "Damn it," he muttered.

"What are you doing?" Paul’s voice, edged with concern. His grip on my hands tightened, a desperate attempt to quell the storm raging within me.

As the vehicles drew nearer, an ominous feeling settled over us.

"I can’t see you like this, Paul," I confessed.

**

If Derek finds Paul, he’ll kill him. Or, if Paul, he will murder him.

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