Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Zendaya’s POV

A piercing headache had me waking up as I peered into the darkness before me but could not see anything.

I struggled to get up but failed as I fell back on the floor. What had happened to me? How did I end up here? I had been kidnapped.

That was the only explanation for why those men in black masks had dumped me in the van and driven off with me. Who had done this? Who had been the one to orchestrate this operation was the problem?

My eyes started to get used to the environment.

It was a dark cell which didn’t have any window except a tiny vent at the top of the wall. A little light was let in through this point.

There was a bucket by the wall for waste removal and a bowl of water with water inside by another part of the wall.

One thing with being kidnapped was that there was no manual on how to act if it ever happened.

There was no normal way to act. Some people could be calm and others would panic. As for me, I didn’t know what I was feeling. I was just there like the water in the bowl. Calm.

I stayed in the place not doing anything since there was not much to do anyway. I tried singing but it was pointless, I was tired. I tried getting up but I was too exhausted for that.

I searched my pocket but it was empty. Everything had been taken out. My phone and my keys.

This was not how I had planned my day to go.

After a while of almost dying of boredom, someone opened the door which flooded the entire room with light.

A man entered the room. He was large like a bouncer but his skinny legs did him no justice being in those shorts he was wearing.

“How are you doing princess?” he grinned, his tobacco stained teeth making me grimace.

“Let me go,” I sighed. “You don’t need to do this.”

He sneered, “And what would I gain from doing that? If I let you go you would tell the police and have me arrested. I think I like my freedom, thank you.”

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I had enough money stashed away to use in paying him off.

“He’s not for sale,” a familiar voice spoke outside the cell before Delia entered the room.

I was at first shocked that it would be a ruthless person I had offended in the past but seeing Delia had me gasping.

She was smart enough to organize this? I was impressed.

“Surprise,” she chuckled. “Did you miss me?”

“And why would I do that? All you have tried to do is be a minor inconvenience.”

“And how’s this for a minor inconvenience?” she spread her arms around her so I could see that she was the leader of this operation.

“It’s not bad. Although you can work on hiring better and scarier bouncers. Your friend here has legs like a chicken and arms like the hulk. He sure does skip leg day.”

The man groaned in anger as Delia stopped him from doing anything stupid.

“Let her ramble on,” she said with a dangerous calm. “When she’s done, we’ll get down to business.”

I didn’t know what she would do to me now. She was more dangerous than ever. I could see the visible change around her. Something was clearly different about her.

“Now that you’re calm, shall we get some to what really matters?” she asked as I wondered what was happening. She was always air headed and incapable of holding true a solid plan.

But that was not true. Here she was, being capable of holding a plan so solid I could only marvel at how she had been able to carry it out. Had she been playing around me?

“Alright you’ve made your point,” I said to her. “Can you please free me?”

“That’s not how this works,” she smiled. “You are my prisoner. Do you know what that means? It means you are under my jurisdiction. It means I’ll need something from you and what better way to get it than to take it from you. I do hope you have what I want or I could get pretty picky.”

“Delia, that’s enough,” I sighed to my feet. “You’ve gotten everything you want. You win alright. I’m your prisoner. You’ve proved a point…”

“Not quite,” she said, pacing around the room. “It took me a few days to come up with a plan as good as this. Trust me, I know when the plan is full proof, until then, I’ll call you when I’ve gotten what I want.”

She started out of the cell with the man as they locked me in the dark room again.

This sucked.

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Asher’s POV

I was yelling at the inspector to find Zendaya but he kept telling me that he and his men were trying his best. The problem with that logic was that their best was not enough for me. I needed more from them. At this pace we would never find out where she was.

I kept asking them questions while at the hospital but they had no idea what I was talking about. This frustrated me so much that I got into my car with my driver taking me back home.

I prayed for Zendaya to be okay. She had to be safe. Those kidnappers were not going to get far.

When I entered the house, I went to the bar to take a drink when I saw a drink already poured into a cup. It was just recent seeing as the ice was still shaking in it.

I turned to see Delia sitting in one of the chairs waiting for me with a drink in her hand.