The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 189: Old Master Madison Meets Martin

“No, please! You can’t do this!” Martin continued to beg, his words tumbling out in a desperate torrent. “Name your price. I’ll pay whatever you ask; just let me go!”

The men acted as if they couldn’t hear his pleas, With cold efficiency, they grabbed Martin’s arms and shackled him to the damp stone wall. The chains clinked ominously as they secured the restraints, biting into Martin’s skin.

“I…I have powerful friends,” Martin stammered, his eyes wide with terror. “They’ll move heaven and earth to find me. You’re making a huge mistake!”

One of the burly men smirked cruelly before producing a dirty rag. He shoved it into Martin’s mouth, muffling his frantic words. Martin choked and sputtered, panicking, seizing his body.

With a sinister laugh, the men turned and exited the cell, the door slamming shut with a booming finality. The sound of the lock engaging was like a death knell to Martin’s ears.

Alone at last, Martin wept openly behind his gag. His shoulders shook with sobs as the reality of his nightmarish situation crashed over him in waves. The cell seemed to close in around him, the shadows taking on distorted, menacing shapes.

He strained against the chains, but they refused to give. His wrists already felt raw and abraded from his futile struggles.

What horrors awaited him here? Would he ever see the light of day again? The questions swirled incessantly through his mind.

As the hours ticked by, Martin’s throat became parched. He longed for even a sip of stale water to wet his cracked lips. He was tired; he leaned back against the cold stones, letting his eyes

slide shut…

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The throbbing in his head served as a cruel reminder of the ordeal he had endured, and the weight of the restraints that bound his wrists and ankles filled him with a sense of dread unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

“Please, let me go!” He cried out, his voice echoing off the cold, unforgiving stone walls that surrounded him. The words seemed to hang in the stale air, mocking his desperation. “I’ll do anything you want; just don’t hurt me!”

The sound of approaching footsteps sent a chill racing down his spine, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

He braced himself for the worst, his heart pounding against his rib cage with such force that he was certain it would burst through at any moment.

As the heavy door creaked open, a figure emerged from the shadows, and Martin’s eyes. widened in recognition. It was Old Master Madison, a name that carried weight and commanded respect in their circle–a name that struck fear into the hearts of even the mos

hardened criminals.

The elderly man’s piercing gaze bore into Martin, and a sense of dread washed over him like a tidal wave threatening to drown him in its icy depths. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, his tongue suddenly feeling like lead.

“Martin Jones,” Old Master Madison spoke at last, his voice crackling with authority. “Your niece, Emma, has made the grave mistake of marrying my grandson, Richard, without my

consent.”

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Martin’s heart sank, and he shook his head vehemently, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. “Please, sir, I had no knowledge of their marriage. If I’d known, I would have advised against it. In fact, I had planned to give her to someone else in marriage.”

He could feel the sweat beading on his brow, his palms growing clammy as Old Master Madison’s eyes narrowed, his expression growing increasingly severe.

“I want her gone, Martin,” the older man growled, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “I want her out of Richard’s life, and I expect you to make that happen.”

Martin’s mouth went dry, and he could feel his heart pounding in his ears, the sound drowning out all else. “I’ll do my best, sir, but my nieces… they hate me. They won’t listen to a

word I say.

A sardonic smile played across Old Master Madison’s lips, sending a shiver coursing down Martin’s spine. “Is that so? Well, let’s put that theory to the test, shall we?”

“They usually don’t answer me,” Martin said. He wanted to make sure this elderly man understood that it may not be possible.

“You are still their father. Are they going to watch you die?” Old Master Madison said.

With a flick of his wrist, Old Master Madison produced a sleek smartphone and dialed a number. Martin held his breath, his chest tightening with each agonizing second that ticked by as the line connected.

“Emma, dear,” Old Master Madison drawled, his voice dripping with false sweetness that made Martin’s stomach churn. “Your father has something he’d like to discuss with you.”

“Emma, please, you have to listen to me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling. “I’ve been captured, and they want Emma to leave her husband, Richard. You have to contact her and beg her to do as they say. They’ll let me go if she leaves him, I swear!”

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The line went silent for a moment, and then Emma’s laughter rang out, cold and mocking, cutting through Martin like a knife. “Then they should kill you,” she spat, her words laced with venom. “How can a father not protect his nieces?” You should sacrifice yourself for Emma’s happiness.”

Martin felt as though the ground had opened up beneath him, swallowing him whole.

His heart shattered with each cruel word, and he fought back the tears that stung his eyes, threatening to spill forth at any moment.

How did his relationship with his nieces get this way? Before he could utter another plea, the line went dead, and Old Master Madison pocketed the phone, his expression one of utter contempt.

“You see, Martin?” He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Your own Nieces care nothing for your well–being. They would sooner see you dead than heed your words.”

Martin’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

Old Master Madison’s footsteps echoed through the cell as he turned to leave, his parting words hanging in the air like a death sentence.

“You have one chance, Martin. Make it count, or suffer the consequences.”

As the door slammed shut, Martin was left alone in the darkness. The walls seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with the bitter realization that his own flesh and blood had abandoned him.

He struggled against his restraints, the metal biting into his flesh as he fought in vain to break free.

Tears streamed down his face, his anguished sobs echoing through the empty cell. How had it

come to this?

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Martin wrestled with his thoughts, his mind a whirlwind of regret and despair.

He had always prided himself on being a strong, dominant figure, but in this moment, he felt utterly powerless, a mere pawn in a game he could not comprehend.

As the hours dragged on, Martin’s resolve began to waver, and the weight of his predicament became more real.

He found himself clinging to the faintest glimmers of hope, the belief that somehow, someway, he could find a way to appease Old Master Madison and secure his freedom.

The dark cell seemed to close in around him.

The sharp trill of Emma’s phone pierced the tranquil silence of her apartment, startling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, frowning slightly at the unfamiliar number that flashed across the display. A fleeting sense of unease washed over her, but she quickly brushed it aside, curiosity getting the better of her as she swiped to answer the call.

“Hello?” she said, her voice filled with a hint of wariness.