Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1850

Words of Arianne’s disappearance quickly reached Tiffany and Jackson. Then, with help from Alejandro, three powerful families launched into a massive, city-wide search together.

All through his life, Mark Tremont had never known true fear as he was experiencing now. For once, he was terrified of vengeance against him—in the form of Arianne, who would die like Mateo did!

He could not live without her!

The day quickly died into the night, but the things that had happened in the former did not end in the latter. In fact, the night only seemed to have pushed outward frenzy into inward anxiety.

Mark was chain-smoking in his study while he held his phone with his other hand. All to make sure that he would not miss any new development about Arianne’s whereabouts.

Smore pushed open his door fearfully and poked his head out from behind. “Dad? Um, when is Mom coming home?”

Mark froze in mid-action. Then, came his croak, “Soon, little man. Very soon… She’ll be back… You just have to be a good boy in the meantime.”

In the meantime, out somewhere in the most remote mountains was a mansion. In one of its rooms, Arianne slowly but surely recovered her senses while lying on a queen-sized bed.

Her mind was still foggy, but amid that haze, Arianne could hear a voice saying, “…Accidentally added too much punch to that drug, but I suspect no major harm. She should be awake very soon, too. After that, the right amount of bedrest and nutrition should patch her up nicely.”

She wanted to open her eyes to see its owner, but her eyelids were too dense to fight. She could not even determine if the voice belonged to someone she personally knew.

Footsteps. They were fading away from her. Arianne continued to battle her drowsiness until she finally gained control of her eyes.

She opened them to the darkness of the room, limned only by a placid streak of moonlight from the window that was nonetheless enough to adjust her vision.

She had no idea where she was. The only thing she understood was that she had been forcefully taken away back at the funeral.

Arianne waited. When she could finally move her body, she wriggled and wobbled out of the bed—not without struggles—and rose to her feet. Unfortunately, she soon discovered that the door and the window had been locked from the outside. She could not open any of them at all.

She tried again and again before despair crashed onto her, causing her to fall back onto the floor. Her activities since waking up may be small and light, but they were enough to deplete all of the energy she currently had. Worse, her head was still cripplingly dizzy.