Revenge After Divorce (Olivia and Nick) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 

Chapter 265 

MARCUS 

“Boss, we’ve arrived,” Steve said, his voice cutting through the thick fog of sleep that had settled over me. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before slowly coming to. My body ached from the constant movement, the long days of traveling across continents, jumping from one city to another, chasing dead ends and half–truths. I hadn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in days. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the face of my wife, Olivia, fading from my thoughts like a distant dream. 

I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to shake off the fatigue. The exhaustion was getting to me, but there was no time for rest. Not now. Not until I had her back. My mind was a blur, constantly circling back to the same thoughts: Where is she? Why won’t anyone tell me? The people who had information were all cowards, and none of them would speak up. It was maddening. The jet had become my only sanctuary, a mobile prison where I could close my eyes and pretend for a few moments that everything was fine. But even then, the quiet hum of the engines, the empty seat beside me, served as a constant reminder of the hole in my life. 

I glanced out the window as the plane began its descent. The island was beautiful. A tropical paradise, with lush greenery and the sparkling blue of the ocean surrounding it For a fleeting second, I allowed myself to feel something close to peace. If only it could stay this way, if only things could be normal again, maybe I wouldn’t feel like a man driven to the edge of madness. But then the reality of why I was here hit me again. This island had taken my wife, and if Nick had lied to me, if they were playing games with my family’s lives, this place would quickly become the site of my wrath. 

I stood, stretching the kinks out of my back, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Steve moved aside, practically tiptoeing as if he were afraid to breathe too loudly in my presence. I didn’t blame him. In the past few days, I’d changed, and not in a way that most people would want to see. The desperation and frustration of not knowing where Olivia was, the helplessness gnawing at me, these emotions had pushed me to a place I wasn’t sure I could come back from. Steve had been with me for years, and I could tell he was seeing a side of me he wasn’t used to, a side that was capable of making even the most hardened men quiver. But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to stop. I wasn’t going to rest until I had Olivia back. 

I walked towards the exit of the jet, and just as I reached the door, I stopped and turned back to Steve. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty. 

“Tell the pilot,” I said, my voice low and even, “Don’t let him rest until I give the word. We might need to leave this place the same way we left the others.” 

Steve swallowed hard but nodded quickly, not daring to speak. He knew what I was capable of. He had witnessed the dark side of my determination, and it scared him. Good. I wanted him to be scared. I needed him to understand that I was willing to do whatever it took to get my family back, no matter the cost.