The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 179

179 The Warehouse and Leah’s Confession 2

They forced Eve back against another support beam, tying her there.

Eve’s shoulder scraped metal. Pain bloomed along her arm.

She tried to stay calm.

Think. Think. Keep your mind.

Alissa shifted beside her, wrists bound tighter than Eve’s. Her face was pale, breathing shallow.

Eve forced her voice steady. “Alissa. Listen to me.”

Alissa’s eyes flicked to her, terrified.

Eve swallowed hard. “Do you know who is doing this? My father’s associates turned enemies, perhaps?”

Alissa shook her head violently. “No. No, Eve. I swear,”

Eve’s voice cracked with frustration. “Then why are we here?”

Alissa’s breath trembled. “I don’t know.”

Eve stared at her, trying to read deceit.

There was none.

Only fear.

Eve’s chest tightened. “This isn’t random.”

Alissa swallowed hard. “I know.”

Silence stretched.

The men moved around the warehouse, footsteps echoing. One of them checked a phone. Another leaned

against a crate like he was waiting for a bus.

Eve’s wrists burned where the rope bit.

Alissa whispered, “Ryan… does he know you’re gone?”

Eve’s throat tightened. “He’ll notice.”

Alissa’s eyes widened. “But will he find you?” The hope evident in her voice.

Eve tried to answer with confidence. She couldn’t.

She whispered, “He will try.”

Alissa’s voice shook. “Steven will go crazy.”

Eve let out a bitter breath. “Steven is already crazy.”

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Alissa flinched, then whispered, “He loves me.”

Eve turned her head slightly to look at her. “Does he.”

Alissa’s eyes filled. “In the way he knows how.”

Eve didn’t respond, because she understood what that meant. Love with teeth. Love with control.

Time dragged.

Minutes became an ache.

The warehouse was cold, not from temperature but from absence, absence of safety, absence of

witnesses, absence of mercy.

Eve tested the rope once, subtly, then stopped. The knots were tight. Moving too much would only cut her

skin.

Alissa’s breathing grew uneven. She tried to shift her legs and winced.

Eve noticed. “Are you hurt.”

Alissa shook her head quickly. “Just… scared.”

Eve swallowed. “Me too.”

Alissa’s eyes darted around the warehouse. “Who would do this?”

Eve’s stomach turned, the answer forming like poison.

She didn’t want to say it.

But she couldn’t pretend.

“My mother-in-law,” Eve whispered.

Alissa froze. “Leah?”

Eve nodded slightly.

Alissa’s mouth opened, then closed. “But… why?”

Eve’s voice was low. “Because Leah doesn’t lose.”

Alissa stared at her, fear sharpening. “Steven said she was dangerous.”

Eve’s breath hitched. “Steven says a lot.”

Alissa’s eyes tightened. “This feels… real.”

Eve forced a breath. “It is.”

Footsteps approached.

Eve’s body went rigid.

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A door somewhere inside the warehouse opened, metal groaning.

Then heels clicked on concrete.

Eve’s stomach dropped.

Leah Ashbrook walked into the warehouse like she was arriving at a private club.

Perfect hair. Perfect coat. Perfect makeup. No sign of panic, no sign of haste.

Her eyes swept over the room calmly, then landed on Eve.

Leah smiled.

It wasn’t warm.

It was triumphant.

“Well,” Leah said softly, stepping closer, “look at you.”

Eve’s throat tightened.

Alissa stiffened beside her, eyes widening. “Leah…”

Leah’s gaze flicked to Alissa briefly, then dismissed her like an accessory. “And you’re still alive too. How

convenient.”

Alissa swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?”

Leah laughed.

Not amused laughter.

Mocking laughter.

“I warned you to be careful,” Leah said, looking directly at Eve now. “I warned you, and you still thought you could stand in my world and take what belongs to me.”

Eve’s chest tightened with anger. “Ryan isn’t something you own.”

Leah stepped closer until she was right in front of Eve, her perfume sharp and expensive. “He used to listen to me,” Leah whispered. “He used to obey. He used to understand that I am the only person who has

ever truly protected him.”

Eve’s hands clenched against the rope. “You don’t protect him. You control him.”

Leah’s smile widened. “And now he hates me.”

She said it like it was Eve’s personal crime.

Leah’s eyes hardened. “Because of you.”

Eve forced herself to hold Leah’s gaze even as fear pressed against her throat. “If he hates you, it’s because of what you’ve done.”

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Leah’s laugh was sharp. “No. It’s because you infected him with your weakness. Your softness. Your

pathetic little morality.”

Eve’s breath came shallow. “This is insane.”

Leah tilted her head slightly. “Insane?” she repeated, as if tasting the word. “No, Eve. Insane is thinking you

can steal my son from me and live.”

Alissa gasped softly beside her.

Eve’s stomach turned. “Leah,”

Leah’s voice cut through, suddenly colder. “You will die before I let you take him.”

Eve went cold.

The sentence wasn’t said like a threat in anger.

It was said like a decision.

Leah stepped back half a pace, eyes glittering. “Once you and that bastard you are carrying and your

bastard of a father are out of the way, I’ll have my son back.”

Eve blinked. “bastard?”

Leah’s lips curled. “Yes. That thing in your womb and your father are bastards. Steven is the man who

thought he could bite the hand that fed him.”

Alissa’s breath hitched.

Leah’s eyes sharpened again. “And then Ryan will do as I say. Like he used to.”

Eve stared at her, realising with sick clarity that Leah wasn’t just angry.

She was obsessed.

She was convinced of her own righteousness.

She looked like a woman who would burn everything down and call it love.

Eve swallowed hard. “You kill me, and you lose him forever.”

Leah laughed again. “Do you think I don’t know that’s what you want to believe?”

Eve forced her voice steady. “He won’t come back to you. He will hate you.”

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