Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 166

As soon as he opened the door, the bodyguards waiting outside grabbed Taylor and slammed him to the floor.

“What are you doing? Let me go! Let go!” Taylor yelled, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t break free. He had no clue where these men in black had come from. Were they from the Salisbury family? Or maybe Bronwen’s people? Had they just been waiting to ambush him?

Panic set in. All Taylor could do was scream, “I’m just a janitor! What do you want from me? Help! Somebody help! The Salisbury family is kidnapping me! They’re trying to kill me!”

But the Salisbury family’s bodyguards were all down the hall. The hospital had made it clear they weren’t allowed to stand guard outside the room. Plus, a few of them still had to keep watch over Alona in the ICU, so none of them even knew what was happening here.

Footsteps approached. Two pairs of shoes stopped in front of Taylor, one big, one small. He looked up. Four long legs, two people side by side. They looked like they’d stepped out of a painting.

The man was tall and straight-backed, his features sharp and cold. He radiated power, dominating the hallway without even trying. The woman next to him was stunning, with a beauty that was almost untouchable.

Taylor recognized them instantly. Wiona from the Salisbury family. And Conrad Sullivan, the one man in Stonehill nobody would dare cross, the head of the Sullivan Group.

His mind was spinning as he stared up at them. “Mr. Sullivan…?” Taylor’s voice shook with disbelief. Why would someone like Conrad get mixed up in his mess with the Salisbury family?

Then he glanced at Wiona, and it clicked. Was he here for her? So all this—posting the painting online, leading Taylor here—it was a setup?

Taylor wasn’t stupid. The pieces fell into place, and he realized he’d walked right into their trap. Suddenly he was trembling, the fear crawling all over him. “What do you want from me?” His voice was barely more than a whisper.

Wiona crouched down to look him in the eye.

“Long time no see, Mr. Brown.”

That voice. Taylor’s heart skipped a beat. He remembered it from his competition with W. Back then, W had been so covered up, he couldn’t tell if they were a man or a woman. Even after the competition, he’d never figured out who W really was.

Now, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

“Good girl. I know Jace treated you badly, that’s why you left again. But the fact that you came back to see me… it shows you have a kind heart. It proves I’m right to trust you, to care for you. I just wish you and Jace could sit down and really talk to each other. Try to understand and support each other. One of you is always leaving, and the other’s heart is always somewhere else. But no matter what, I’ll always be on your side. Wiona, I know I’ve kept you tied to us, but the Salisbury family needs you. Alona is no good for this family. With her, the Salisbury family won’t last. That’s why I picked you myself to be my granddaughter-in-law.”

“Promise me. Even if you don’t want to be with Jace, for the children’s sake, will you stay and hold the family together? Don’t leave. One day the Salisbury family will belong to you and the kids. That’s not such a bad outcome, is it? If you keep control of the inheritance and finances, Jace will come back to you. I know he will.”

Grandma Grace kept talking, her words tumbling out like a confession or maybe a last request. Wiona just listened, watching the tears in the old woman’s eyes, feeling her desperate worry about the family, and the way she was trying to place all this on Wiona’s shoulders, using loyalty, duty, and self-interest as reasons.

“So this is it, isn’t it?” Wiona’s voice was calm and steady. “This is why you teamed up with Taylor to force me out of the art world. You wanted to make sure I had no one else to turn to. That way, I’d have no choice but to marry into the Salisbury family and stay here.”

Grandma Grace froze. She stared at Wiona’s calm face, her own eyes filling with shock and dread.

She knew. She knew everything.