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
Emma’s POVThe world was closing in on me.Seventy-two hours!Seventy-two fucking hours! That was how long my daughter had been missing. Three whole days, and still, no answers. No trace of her whereabouts, no ransom call, no solid lead. Just endless chases down dead-end roads, leaving me more exhausted, more desperate, more broken with each passing hour.I had spent yet another sleepless night at the police station, waiting and hoping for something, anything, that could bring my little girl home. But all I got at the end was disappointment wrapped in empty promises.By the time I walked into my apartment, my limbs felt like dead weight. My head pounded with exhaustion, my throat burned from dehydration, and my nerves were stretched so thin that even the sound of my own footsteps against the wooden floor made me flinch.I went straight to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with chilled water, my hands shaking as I brought it to my lips. The coldness did little to soothe the
Emma’s Point of ViewIt felt like I had been holding my breath for three days straight. Three days of hell. Three days of not knowing if my little girl was safe, warm, or even alive. And now, here I was, standing by the police squad car, my fingers clenched around my phone as I replayed my conversation with Adrian from last night in my head."The PI found Lily's kidnappers."Those words had sent a bolt of electricity through my body, jolting me from despair to a frenzied state of hope. But I wasn’t naïve. Every lead we had chased had gone cold, and every time we thought we were getting closer, the kidnappers seemed to be one step ahead. It wasn’t just luck, someone was tipping them off.I needed to be smart about this.Adrian’s voice had been laced with frustration when I told him to keep this information between us."My mother is worried sick about Lily," he had argued. "She calls me every damn minute for an update. You expect me to keep this from her?""Doesn't it bother you that ev
Emma’s Point Of ViewI could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, my blood boiling as the detective’s words echoed in my head. Evelyn Steele. The name alone made my stomach churn. I had expected deception, but not from her, I could have sworn that she would never. Never from the woman who was Lily’s grandmother.I shot up from my seat, my chair scraping harshly against the tiled floor. “What?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. My hands trembled at my sides, not with fear, but with unbridled rage. “What do you mean not to arrest her?” I turned to Adrian, who had gone deathly still beside me.The detective remained composed, but Adrian wasn’t even looking at me. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides. That only pissed me off more.“She kidnapped Lily,” I hissed, my voice rising. “One of those men just admitted to taking orders from her. And you’re telling me not to have her arrested?”Adrian finally turned to me, his face drawn and conflicted.
Evelyn’s Point Of ViewThe world as I knew it was crumbling beneath me.My manicured fingers drummed restlessly against the polished mahogany of my desk as I skimmed through the company reports. The numbers and words blurred together, my mind elsewhere, on the child I had taken, the move I had made. It had been a perfect plan, calculated, controlled. And yet, the uneasy weight in my chest refused to lift ever since that damn detective started sniffing around.Then my phone rang.Ryan.My jaw clenched. That coward. He had wanted out, had made his position painfully clear. I had been tempted to cut him loose permanently, but he had been useful... until now. With a sigh, I picked up, my voice clipped. “What do you want? Didn’t you say you wanted out?”“This is exactly why I wanted out,” Ryan shot back, his voice sharp with tension. “Lily has been found.”I shot up from my chair so fast it screeched against the floor. “What?” The air in the study turned thick, suffocating. “That’s not pos
Adrian’s Point Of View~~ Flashback ~~The soft hum of chatter filled the cozy café, blending with the clink of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. I pushed the door open, the bell above jingling as I walked inside. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on herCelia had tucked herself away in a quiet corner, her fingers nervously playing with the handle of her cup.She looked up the moment she noticed me and offered a faint smile. “You came.”I pulled the chair out and sat across from her, my expression guarded. “What do you want, Celia?”Her smile faltered, her hands tightening around the coffee cup. “Adrian… can we not do this any longer?” She reached across the table, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled back instinctively.Her shoulders sagged, but she pressed on, her voice cracking slightly. “Why do you hate me so much? We used to be close. We dated, remember? Why is it so hard for you to forgive me for that night?”I inhaled deeply, weighing my words before I spoke.
Emma's Point Of View The scent of sautéed vegetables filled the kitchen as I stirred the pan, lost in the rhythm of preparing lunch. It was oddly therapeutic, chopping, stirring, seasoning each action giving me a moment of calm in the whirlwind my life had been lately.A pair of familiar arms snaked around my waist, pulling me back against a firm chest. Adrian’s breath brushed my neck before his lips followed, planting slow, deliberate kisses along my skin.I couldn’t help but chuckle. “When did you wake up, silly?”“A few minutes ago,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and teasing, “and turns out, this beautiful lady of mine wasn’t in bed with me.”I smiled, leaning back into him. “Lily woke up early and wanted food. So, here I am, making her a healthy meal.”He nuzzled into my neck, pressing one more kiss there. “That’s a thoughtful mother right there.”He finally let me go, but not before sneaking a berry from the plate on the counter.“Adrian!” I scolded, giving him a pla
Emma’s Point of ViewThe soft morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, painting pale stripes across the room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become strangely comforting over the past few days. Sitting between Adrian and Lily felt like breathing for the first time in weeks. The worst was finally behind us.Its been a week and Lily still lay on her hospital bed, her tiny hands gripping a plush bunny, but her color was beginning to return, cheeks flushed with life again. Adrian, on the bed next to hers, looked healthier too.. though the IV on his arm and the sore back he has reminded me of what he gave up for our daughter.“Good morning, Mr. Steele,” Dr. Frederick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he stepped in, clipboard in hand.Adrian sat up straighter, despite the stiffness in his movements. “Doc,” he greeted with a half-smile.The doctor made his rounds quickly, checking Lily’s vitals first. “She’s responding remarkably well. The traces of leukemia are
Adrian's Point Of ViewOutside Lily's room I couldn't help but let my tears run freely, I was holding back for the sake of Emma, she was already a mess, how do I let her see this mess of a man.I spent 5 years without my child and now that I'm finally getting back with my daughter, this happens. It feels like the universe doesn't want me anywhere close to being a father. "We are all done Sir" I had sat through pierces of syringes with out an iota of pain as my mind was pain stricken enough to register such minor pain. Looking at the tiny plaster placed on the pierced area, I knew it was worth it. "This was for Lily, anything for my little girl." I assured myself, turning to the nurse and asked "When should I expect the results?""Blood match should be out within 24 hours" she said, I nodded before getting back to the room.Emma had slept off while crying, she had her head on the bed while holding Lily's tiny hands. My heart ached at the sight before me, Emma had been through a lot
Emma's Point Of View "So Princess, who told you that babies are bought?" I asked as we drove. I briefly glanced at her through the rear mirror, to see her playing with her stuffed rabbit which was always in my car. "In a book mummy, we read it that beanies are bought in a baby store" she says innocently not taking her eyes off the teddy for a secondI chuckled and continued driving, Adrian’s return into our lives may have been an unexpected event but it sure made me see life in a new phase. "Who knows how his mother is faring?" I thought quietly as my mind reeled into the events of these last few months. She may have acted like a self-centered witch but she is still Adrian's mother, I know what it means to lose a family member, she may not be dead but her absence would definitely take a toll on AdrianThe rest of the drive was familiar blur if thoughts, when we finally arrived at the school gate, I got out and helped Lily out of the back seat“Hey baby, be good at school okay?” I
Adrian’s Point of ViewWaking up to a cold, empty bed wasn’t something I was used to these past few days. The absence of Emma's warmth beside me felt strange... Off, even. I stretched my hand over to her side, but all I felt was the chilled sheets. Frowning, I sat up, ruffling my messy hair, my bare feet brushing against the cold wooden floor as I slid into my slippers.“Emma? Love?” I called out softly, though I already knew she might not be in the room.The bathroom light was off. Empty.I sighed, pushing my groggy body out of bed. The house was oddly quiet, too quiet for a place that usually buzzed with Emma’s soft humming or Lily’s endless chatter. As I padded down the stairs, the faint melody of a nursery rhyme echoed from the kitchen. A soft smile crept onto my face."Twinkle, twinkle, little star..." I stopped by the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. There they were.. Emma, with her messy bun falling out of place, flipping pancakes with that peaceful lo
Emma's Point of ViewThe Prison lights buzzed faintly above me, a dull hum that had become all too familiar in the past weeks. I sat on the edge of the cold, metal cot, twisting my fingers together, my heart racing with an unsettling mix of hope and dread. Today was my hearing, the day that would determine whether my life spiraled deeper into chaos or finally clawed its way back to normal.I glanced at the rusted clock on the wall in the hallway. Its slow, dragging ticks only heightened my anxiety. Every second felt like it was mocking me.The sharp jingle of keys snapped me out of my thoughts. A guard appeared at the cell gate, his eyes scanning the clipboard in his hands before calling out, "Emma Carter, you have a visitor."I blinked, surprised. "A visitor?" I echoed under my breath. My heart thumped painfully hard against my ribs as I stood, wiping my clammy palms against my jeans.“Let’s go,” the guard said gruffly.I followed him through the echoing corridors until we reached th
Adrian’s Point of ViewOne week in and I feel like I'm losing it, the weight of the world seemed to be crashing down on me, my fingers drumming impatiently on the glossy surface. Tomorrow was the damn court hearing, and I hadn’t heard a single word from Pedro since he walked out of the cell with Emma’s staff records. Days of silence... nothing.The tension was driving me insane.Papers were scattered all over my desk from financial reports to legal documents, you name it. But my mind wasn’t on any of them. Instead, it was stuck on the thought of Emma sitting behind those cold bars, waiting for me to pull off a miracle. And Lily... God, Lily. She kept asking when her mom would be home, and each time, it felt like a knife to the chest.My phone vibrated sharply against the wood. I snatched it up without even looking, but when I did, I frozePedro.“Finally,” I muttered before answering, “Pedro. Please tell me you’ve got something.”“Turns out,” Pedro’s gravelly voice echoed through the
Adrian’s Point of ViewMy mind ran wild as I drove out of the house, the only sound interfering with my thoughts were just the sound of the car engine. My hands gripped the steering wheels tightly as my knuckles turned as white as sheet. Lily sat in the backseat, her tiny hands clutching her backpack, while Paul, Naomi’s Son, gazed out the window, unaware of the storm that was brewing in my mind.“Daddy,” Lily’s soft voice broke through my thoughts.I glanced into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her big, innocent ones. “Yes, princess?”She hesitated, her fingers playing with the strap of her bag. “When’s Mommy and Aunty Naomi coming home?”My chest tightened. God, how was I supposed to answer that? I forced a smile, even though my heart was heavy. “Very soon, baby. Mommy’s just… handling a little business. She and Aunty Naomi will be back before you know it.”Lily’s small head nodded, but her eyes told me she didn’t buy it. Kids... they always seem to know when you’re lying. I