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Please Divorce Me, Alpha! {BL}

Chapter 50: Another Escape Plan Bites the Dust · Oct 13, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: Until Death (Finally) Do Us Part 2026-10-13
2 Chapter 2: Catch You On The Flip Side, Hubby! 2026-10-13
3 Chapter 3: Divorce, Declined 2026-10-13
4 Chapter 4: Lorenzo Castelli Has Lost His Damn Mind! 2026-10-13
5 Chapter 5: The Unwanted Omega 2026-10-13
6 Chapter 6: The Princess And The Problem 2026-10-13
7 Chapter 7: How I Met the Mafia Don (#Justice for the Cake) 2026-10-13
8 Chapter 8: My Mouth Has No Survival Instinct 2026-10-13
9 Chapter 9: Oh Fuck, Dracula Has A Last Name?! 2026-10-13
10 Chapter 10: Guess Which Omega Gets Sacrificed (Level: Impossible) 2026-10-13
11 Chapter 11: Choose Your Own Nightmare 2026-10-13
12 Chapter 12: Fine Then, I’ll Just Commit a Little Crime. 2026-10-13
13 Chapter 13: Meeting My Future Husband, Unfortunately 2026-10-13
14 Chapter 14: How to Impress a Mafia Don (A Beginner’s Guide) 2026-10-13
15 Chapter 15: Dracula Has Daddy Issues Too 2026-10-13
16 Chapter 16: Seventy Million Reasons To Say I Do 2026-10-13
17 Chapter 17: Apparently, I’m Marriage Material 2026-10-13
18 Chapter 18: Looks Like I’m Suddenly Everyone’s Favorite Son? 2026-10-13
19 Chapter 19: Dracula Puts a Ring on It 2026-10-13
20 Chapter 20: When Your Fake Husband Gets A Little Too Good at Acting 2026-10-13
21 Chapter 21: I’d Like to Cancel My Wedding, Thanks 2026-10-13
22 Chapter 22: Fake It ’Til You Make It 2026-10-13
23 Chapter 23: Turns Out Mafia Life Has Its Perks 2026-10-13
24 Chapter 24: So My Husband Has a Body Count 2026-10-13
25 Chapter 25: I Waited Eleven Months for This Bullshit?! 2026-10-13
26 Chapter 26: My Fake Marriage Just Became Very Real (18+?) 2026-10-13
27 Chapter 27: Until the Only Name You Curse Is Mine (18+) 2026-10-13
28 Chapter 28: Run All You Want, Omega (18+) 2026-10-13
29 Chapter 29: My Escape Plan Has Officially Gone to Hell 2026-10-13
30 Chapter 30: The Mafia Don Has Met His Match 2026-10-13
31 Chapter 31: The Alpha And His Crazy Omega 2026-10-13
32 Chapter 32: Forever? Fuck No! 2026-10-13
33 Chapter 33: Operation: Damsel in Distress 2026-10-13
34 Chapter 34: I’m Not Cheating, I’m Gathering Intel! 2026-10-13
35 Chapter 35: The Great Escape That Wasn’t 2026-10-13
36 Chapter 36: I Was Played by My Own Husband 2026-10-13
37 Chapter 37: Grounded by a Mafia Don 2026-10-13
38 Chapter 38: Don’t Cuddle Me! 2026-10-13
39 Chapter 39: Why Is His Chest So Damn Comfortable?! 2026-10-13
40 Chapter 40: Mornings Stuck With Dracula 2026-10-13
41 Chapter 41: I Refuse to Develop Feelings! 2026-10-13
42 Chapter 42: Lorenzo’s New Weapon: Flirting 2026-10-13
43 Chapter 43: The Perfect Couple Is Falling Apart 2026-10-13
44 Chapter 44: My Husband Has a Jealousy Problem 2026-10-13
45 Chapter 45: My Heart Better Not Betray Me 2026-10-13
46 Chapter 46: That One Time I Had A Dumb Crush On My Husband 2026-10-13
47 Chapter 47: Why I Love To Hate My Husband 2026-10-13
48 Chapter 48: The Way He Looked at Me 2026-10-13
49 Chapter 49: A Prisoner With A Black Card 2026-10-13
50 Chapter 50: Another Escape Plan Bites the Dust 2026-10-13

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”Your transportation.” he responded.

I stared at him. ”My transportation?”

”Yes.”

”Why are there enough cars here to invade a small country?!”

His eyes flicked to the convoy. ”There aren’t that many.”

I looked again. ”There are at least fifteen!”

”Seventeen actually.” He corrected.

I turned to him slowly as I rubbed my temples. My lovely plan. My careful, delicate little plan.

Dead! Buried! Probably already forgotten!

I’d mentally ranked my failed escape attempts.

Number one: climbing the estate wall.

Number two: embarrassing the hell out of Lorenzo in public.

And now number three was gone...

How the heck was I supposed to escape when I had a literal army trailing my ass?!

I looked at Lorenzo. ”You set this up on purpose!”

He looked genuinely confused. ”You asked to go shopping.”

”I asked to go book shopping.”

”Yes.”

”Not to lead a military convoy through the city.”

He gave me a faint smile. ”Did you really think I’d let my prone-to-escape Omega roam around unsupervised?”

My mouth dropped open as he continued, ”You wound me with how dumb you think I am.”

”I don’t think you’re dumb.”

”Thank you, love. Which is exactly why you’re having an escort.”

I stared at him, hating that he was right. It’s one of those irritating qualities he has. ”You’re such a controlling little shit.”

”I suppose I am.” He said it without hesitation and a casual shrug.

I blinked. ”You’re supposed to deny it!”

”Why?”

”So I can argue.”

”You’ll argue anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong and that made it worse, I crossed my arms. ”I’m not going anywhere.”

”Then the books will have to come to you.”

I glared at him and he waited. I glared harder as he looked amused. ”You’re enjoying this.”

”A little.”

”You are a terrible person.”

”Yet you married me.”

”Under duress.”

”Technically, you signed.”

”Technically, I was sold to your ass.”

For just a moment, his expression changed, the amusement had vanished.

Of course, I noticed. But before it turned serious, Lorenzo pulled out a black card from his jacket and held it toward me.

I looked at it. ”What?”

”Your shopping.”

I glanced between the card and him. ”You expect me to use this?”

”Yes.”

I took it. ”If I max it out, don’t blame me.”

”Go for it.”

I frowned. ”Seriously?”

”Seriously.”

”You won’t get mad?”

”No.”

”I could buy an entire bookstore.”

”Then we’ll have somewhere to put it.”

I stared at him, surprised.

That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting; I had hoped to use financial threats against him. Instead, he gave me the green light to unleash retail chaos.

I tucked the card into my pocket, and against my better judgment, found myself wondering how much was actually on it.

I immediately got annoyed with myself. Why was I even curious? I was supposed to be escaping, not conducting a financial audit of my husband.

I started heading for the car when Lorenzo spoke up softly, almost pleasantly.

”Bring him straight back to me.” The men immediately straightened. ”If you lose him...”

He paused, scanning the group. ”...you’ll all lose your tongues.”

My foot stopped mid-step, the men answered in unison. ”Yes, sir!”

My stomach dropped. I slowly turned back around. ”Lorenzo.”

He looked at me.

”T...that’s unnecessary.” I mumbled, I really didn’t want anyone to lose their tongues no matter how devious I was.

He kept his expression calm. ”They won’t lose you.”

”But—”

”They understand how important it is to keep you safe.”

I looked at the men, who looked terrified. Not of me, but of Lorenzo. And in that moment, my escape plan shifted from impossible to morally complicated.

If I ran, these men would face punishment. I hated that. I hated that Lorenzo knew exactly how to keep me bound without me even realizing it.

I climbed into the back seat, and one of the guards opened the door for me. I settled in, arms crossed, and stared out the tinted window. Lorenzo didn’t join me.

Apparently, he had more pressing matters than watching me peruse horror novels under armed supervision.

I should’ve felt grateful, but instead, I felt insulted.

The convoy started to move. One car in front, two behind, more surrounding us. I watched them through the window.

Perfect formation, perfect spacing. Perfectly absurd.

I sighed. There went escape plan number three. Maybe number four could involve bribing a helicopter pilot?

No, too pricey. A sewer? Too gross.

Hiding in a giant cardboard box and getting shipped away to another country? Too obvious.

I rested my forehead against the cool window as the city blurred by outside.

People strolled along sidewalks with coffee, students rushed to buses, couples crossed streets hand-in-hand.

Nobody knew that inside one of those black SUVs was a grown man being escorted to a bookstore like some sort of national treasure about to defect.

A soft knock came against the divider. I ignored it. Another knock. I turned slowly to the front.

One of the guards turned slightly. ”Sir?”

”What?”

”Would you like some music?”

I looked at him, and he hesitated. I kept staring at him.

”Forget it.” he said, realizing that the Don’s Omega was way too annoyed for that.

”Good.” I said.

He turned back around. I glanced out the window again, my mouth twitching despite myself.

Then I remembered the black card in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at it. Maybe there was still a way to vanish some other time.

I had learned one crucial thing about Lorenzo.

He was always three steps ahead. So if I wanted to outsmart him, I couldn’t just think three steps ahead. I needed to think four. Or five. Maybe even six.

I tucked the card back into my pocket and leaned against the seat.

The convoy continued toward the bookstore, gliding smoothly through traffic while I quietly ran through every possible escape plan I could think of.

My previous attempts may have failed, but that didn’t mean I was out of tricks. It just meant that Lorenzo had won this round. And unfortunately for him, I was extremely stubborn.

So stubborn that if he thought a convoy of seventeen cars would discourage me, he clearly hadn’t learned the most important lesson about being married to me.

My stubborness was very, very hard to get rid of.

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