Ryan's POVThe clinking of a spatula against the frying pan echoed through the kitchen, the smell of sizzling bacon mixing with freshly brewed coffee. I should have been calm, enjoying this morning as usual, the simple routine of making breakfast for Emma and Lily while Lily played with her Legos on the counter. But I wasn’t. I was beyond pissed.Emma still hadn't woken up.I stole a glance at the clock. 7:15 AM. She had stumbled in late last night, too late, and I had pretended to be asleep, too angry to face her. The image of her sitting across from Adrian in that upscale restaurant was burned into my mind. I had called her when I saw the photo, my heart pounding in my chest, demanding to know where she was. She had kept her voice calm, almost indifferent, only saying she would be home soon. And then she had walked in hours later, acting as if nothing had happened.Lily kicked her tiny legs against the kitchen island, giggling as she stacked colorful Legos together. I pushed my frus
Adrian’s POVI had just taken Celia home from the hospital before dashing off to work, stepping into my office, Gabrielle, my assistants walked in, her usual efficiency in full force as she started listing out my schedule for the day. I nodded along, barely paying attention, my mind already occupied with other thoughts, thoughts of Lily, thoughts of Emma.Then, my phone rang.My pulse quickened when I saw Emma’s name flash across the screen. I held up a hand, dismissing Gabrielle before answering."Hello, Em." My voice came out smoother than I expected, betraying none of the excitement I felt at hearing from her.She didn’t waste time on small talk. "Would you be free to take Lily today? I have a lot of outdoor meetings till 5 PM."I hesitated for only a second. My schedule was packed, especially with a crucial investor meeting at 2 PM. But there was no way in hell I was passing up a chance to be with my daughter."Of course," I said without further hesitation.Emma went into full-on
Adrian’s Point of view The drive home was silent, the kind that made the mind wander into dangerous territories. The streets were mostly empty, except for a few stragglers and late-night workers trying to make it home. I could have stopped at a bar, let the burn of whiskey chase away the thoughts swirling in my head, but I had an early meeting in the morning. The responsible thing to do was go home, shower, and get some rest.But responsibility had never felt this suffocating.Pulling into my driveway, I sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over my jaw before stepping out of the car. The mansion stood tall and lifeless in front of me. Cold. Empty. Like a place I merely existed in rather than lived. It hadn’t always been like this.It was one a bubbly place when I was married to Emma, we share so many happy memories in this place, that was until I cheated on her by mistake with Celia and she retaliated, I should have seen it as a retaliation, I shouldn't have judged her so quick for a crim
Emma’s Point Of View "Hello Naomi!" I spoke into my phone as soon as Naomi picked up"Good morning Miss Emma" she greeted"Could you meet me at Rosco Cafe I have a meeting with the Curtez couples, I need you to take notes" I asked and she agreed"Get there before me, I'd be a few minutes late, I still need to get Lily to school, keep them entertained till I arrive, okay" I asked "Of course, Ms Emma" I had been ignoring Ryan, and he had been returning the energy full force. The air between us had been cold ever since he accused me of forcing my way back into Adrian’s life. The nerve of him. As if I had ever needed to force anything where Adrian was concerned.I shook the thoughts from my head as I hurried downstairs, already running late. Lily sat at the breakfast table, her small hands clutching a spoon as she ate in slow, sleepy bites.“Baby, let’s go! Nanny Isidro will bring your lunch to school.”Lily looked up at me, her big brown eyes still hazy with morning drowsiness, but be
Emma’s Point of ViewPanic is a strange thing. It doesn’t creep in gently, it crashes over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath, twisting your insides, and making every logical thought crumble into dust. That was exactly how I felt the second I heard the words “Lily is missing.”The walls of my office blurred. My legs felt frozen, my heart hammering so violently I thought it might burst out of my chest. My daughter...my baby...gone?."What do you mean she's missing?" My voice wasn’t my own. It was raw, strangled, desperate.Nanny Isidro’s voice quivered through the phone. "I... I don't know, ma’am! I waited outside the school like always, but she never came out! I asked the teacher, and they said she was never in class!"I didn't hear the rest. My body was already moving before my brain caught up, my hands fumbling as I grabbed my purse and keys. Naomi, who had been watching with growing concern, snapped out of her daze and ran after me."Ms Carter, wait!... you're in no state
Emma’s Point of ViewI had never known a rage so blinding, so consuming, so utterly unshakable. It burned through my veins like wildfire, tightening my grip around the steering wheel as I sped through the streets like a goddamn lunatic. My foot was pressed so hard against the gas pedal that I barely felt the car beneath me.The world outside was a blur, horns blaring, streetlights flashing by, the distant sound of sirens somewhere in the city but none of it registered. All I could hear was the rapid pounding of my heart and the deafening echoes of Lily’s laughter in my mind.Her tiny voice. Her warm little hand in mine. Her smile.And now, she was gone.A scream clawed up my throat, raw and animalistic. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, my entire body trembling as my mind replayed the security footage over and over again.Celia. It had to be Celia. That smug, twisted bitch had threatened Lily before. And now, she had the audacity to take her?I saw red.The tires screeched
Emma's Point of ViewI didn’t sleep a wink last night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lily’s face... her bright smile, her giggles, the way she always hugged me before bed. And then, just as quickly, she was gone. Ripped away. Taken. The image of her in some dark, unknown place, alone and scared, haunted me. I sat on the living room couch all night, staring at my phone, hoping for a call that never came.Now, as I dragged myself into the kitchen, my body felt like lead. My hair was a tangled mess, my clothes wrinkled from tossing and turning. Ryan stood by the counter, flipping pancakes, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw me.“You look like hell,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”I let out a dry laugh, leaning against the counter. “Was That a joke? How the hell am I supposed to sleep when my daughter is missing, Ryan?” My voice cracked at the last word, but I refused to cry again. I’d done enough of that last night.He sighed, walking over to where I s
Emma’s Point of ViewThe room was suffocating. The fluorescent light flickered, casting eerie shadows across the cold interrogation walls. My nerves were stretched thin, my body tense as I paced back and forth. Every passing second felt like an eternity, the silence pressing against my chest like a vice. I couldn’t sit, I couldn’t breathe... I needed answers.Ryan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable, while Adrian sat in the metal chair, tapping his foot relentlessly against the floor. The tension between them was palpable, but right now, I couldn't care less about their rivalry. My baby was still out there. Missing. Possibly scared. Possibly hurt.I ran my hands through my disheveled hair and let out a shaky breath. "Why the hell are they taking so long in there?" I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.Ryan pushed off the wall and took a step toward me. "They’re being thorough, Emma. The last thing we need is them rushing in and making a mistake, Li
Adrian’s Point Of View“Lily hurry up Sweetheart” I yelled from the sitting room. Checking my wristwatch it was a few minutes past 7am. I needed to drop off Lily at school before 8am, then head to the hospital to see Celia. I couldn't rest easy all night, i’d have gone to the hospital last night but it's too risky to take lily with me last night and she couldn't stay home alone. Then I heard little footsteps dragging my attention back to the stairs as Lily descended. I quickly stood up and walked up to her, picking her off the ground to hasten the walk, I sat her in her car seat and off we sped into the road. It wasn't long until we got to her school, hurriedly I helped her into the gates and rushed back into the car and started the car. At the speed of light I hit the road, only stopping at the hospital entrance. I hurried in and asked the nurse at the station “Excuse me, could I see Celia Guerrero, she was brought in last night” I asked“Hold on please” she scrambled on her keyb
Celia’s Point of View“My plans were finally falling into place” I murmured drumming my fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel as I drive into the busy roads of New York City, a sly smile playing at my lips as I drove through the dimly Lit streets. Despite approaching evening, The city was alive and buzzing with its usual chaosblaring horns, distant sirens, the occasional flicker of neon signs cutting through the darkness. But none of it mattered. Not tonight. Tonight was about control, about setting the pieces in place for the inevitable checkmate. The anticipation bubbling inside me was almost intoxicating.I pulled into the parking lot of a small, nondescript restaurant, a hole-in-the-wall place tucked away in a forgotten part of the city. I exhaled sharply, reaching for the hoodie on the passenger seat. Pulling it over my head, I adjusted the baseball cap snugly before sliding on a pair of oversized dark shades. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed that I looke
Ryan’s Point Of ViewWe have been out here for hours, it took me a whole lot getting Celia’s residential address. For some reason she had this file hidden but I always had my way around it all. The air inside the car was thick with tension, the kind that came from hours of waiting with no payoff. Marian let out a dramatic sigh, stretching her legs as much as the cramped car allowed."Ryan, we’ve been sitting here for hours, ""So?" I muttered, my eyes locked on the house we were watching."So?" she repeated, voice dripping with irritation. "I didn’t think we’d be this useless. I thought we'd have gotten closer to the truth by now so everything will be over and done with."I shot her a glare. "If you are tired, why don’t you just leave? I don't remember asking you to tag along you know.""i tagged along because I want to catch Celia too. To get this damn complication out of our lives," she huffed, arms crossing over her chest. "I just didn’t sign up for a full-day surveillance missio
Celia’s Point Of ViewThe rich aroma of wine filled the air as I swirled the deep red liquid in my glass, my fingers lazily tracing the rim. The soft glow of the chandelier cast golden reflections against the pristine marble floors of my living room. Everything was perfect, just as it should be. My plans were working and it was just a few more cards to play before it all happens.I took a slow sip, savoring the taste of expensive indulgence, relishing the satisfaction of knowing that everything was going according to plan. Adrian was slipping further into my grasp, Emma was as good as forgotten, and soon, my life would be exactly as I had envisioned it.Then my phone rang.I didn’t even have to check the caller ID... I already knew who it was.Adrian. Again. This was the umpteenth time he was calling.I ignored it, continuing to sip my wine. But the ringing didn’t stop. Over and over, it filled the air, each shrill tone like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.Annoyance prickled through me.
Emma’s Point Of ViewI have spent so long in here that I have lost complete track of time. My body was getting weaker as the day goes by, my throat dry, my mind clouded with exhaustion. Time had lost meaning to me in this place. I wasn’t sure how many the outside world looked like now, All that rested in my mind was only that I was starving, they would usually bring food, on some occasions good food and most almost rotten food. When I heard the heavy creak of the door opening, I barely lifted my head because I knew what it was that was coming to me.The guard who always brought the food entered, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He carried a plate of food like always, but something about his presence today made my stomach tighten. His stare as he walked up to me lingered too long, his lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smirk but held just enough malice to set off every alarm in my head.I forced myself to sit up from my lying position. Ever since I'd been locked up in th
Ryan’s Point of ViewA sharp ringing jolted me awake.For a second, I was disoriented, my mind still trapped in the hazy remnants of sleep. Then I felt it... Marian’s head resting on my chest, her arm draped across my stomach.Memories from last night came rushing back.Her moans.Her nails digging into my back.The way her lips tasted warm, desperate, claiming.My phone rang again, cutting through my morning haunted thoughts.I sighed, carefully adjusting Marian so I wouldn’t wake her. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my brows furrowing at the unregistered number flashing on the screen.Who the hell was calling me this early?I hesitated before answering. "Ryan speaking."A pause. Then a voice I hadn't expected."I know, Ryan."I froze. My grip on the phone tightened.That voice.. I recognized it instantly, anywhere, any day"Nanny Isidro?" I asked, sitting up straighter.She sighed. "Yes Ryan, it’s me. I had to call you."I swung my legs off the bed, my pulse quickening. "H
Ryan’s Point of View"How dare he.." I slurred to my glass "To think she chose him over me" I raised the glass and made to pour the content into my mouth but unfortunately it had finished I raised a hand at the bartender and he came over and refilled my glass. "He got that suspicious bitch pregnant, I bet my entire life that she us behind Emma's disappearance" I gulped down the drink at a go and it stung my throat"Sir, my shift is over, and you look totally wasted, can I take you home?" the bartender offered. Looking at my glass, I felt it was time to go home, but Marian was there! Waiting for more nagging. But could I leave my home to her? I decided to go home. " It's fine I can still find my way" I dipped my hand in my pocket still staggering and took out my wallet, I gave him my credit card and in minutes I stumbled out of the bar, the night air hitting me like a slap. My head was spinning, but not just from the alcohol. Celia. Pregnant. With Adrian’s child.I gritted my tee
Ryan’s Point Of ViewI watched as Celia’s car took a sharp right, her tires screeching against the pavement. She was trying to shake me off. Good. That meant she had noticed me and she was scared.I slowed down, letting her disappear into the highway as I went straight.I wasn’t here to catch her though. Not yet.No, I wanted her to feel some one lurking, to feel like eyes were always on her, like danger was around every corner. Once paranoia settled in, she would slip up. She’d get reckless while trying to cover her tracks, make mistakes that would give me an upper hand . And when that happened, I’d be there to catch her red handed.But for now, she could keep playing her little hide and seek game. She could keep thinking she was in control.I turned my car around and drove back home.The moment I set foot into my apartment, I knew something was off.I stood by the light switch, scanning the room. My instincts tensed, my fingers hovering near the glass vase by the door side.Then I f
Celia’s Point Of ViewI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the maternity dress that hugged my belly just right. It was subtle.. just enough to make myself look like a responsible soon to be mother but still graceful. If I played my cards right today, everything would fall into place. Adrian had asked to meet after days of absolute silence. Could this mean he had made a decision? Maybe he is finally ready to accept me and our baby into his life.A smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly wiped it off. No, I had to stay in control. I shouldn't be swayed by just a invitation. I had spent too much time, too much energy on this to get excited over an ordinary invitation. Emma was never coming back, and Adrian had to accept that.I grabbed my handbag and stepped out of my room, I had given my men strict instructions before leaving the hide out.. From now on, I didn't want Emma’s door opened for any reason. Not even to let her use the bathroom, if she ever wanted to relieve herself, she