(Lydia)“Now remember, ma’am, you need to stay calm,” James Becker said to me. He had been training me on how to speak with my father in a way that would tilt the situation in our favor. He had also instructed everyone else in the room to not speak when the phone call came unless he gave them a signal. “You must never allow him to feel as though he has the upper hand. This is a hostage situation.”The police had barely finished setting up the surveillance and tracing equipment when my phone began to ring. My vision was blurry and my ears were ringing. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone.“Hello, then, Mrs. Lombardi,” my father’s voice rasped and leered, “We speak again…”I swallowed. “What do you want?” My voice was calm and clear, but I was gripping the table with both hands to keep myself from shaking.Thomas, Jack, Ruby, and Margaret, were all seated at the table around me. A tactical team was spread around the room with their laptops laid out and monitoring the call.“It
(Lydia)I knew that it was crazy to ask him to stay. But I knew that there was no way that I was ever going to be able to manage to pull through the night without him. I half expected him to say no, to return to his fiancée, and to leave me alone to deal with all of this.If he would have done that, I would have been fine. I had taught myself to pull through things. But right now, in this particular moment, I felt incredibly vulnerable.The whole world felt unfamiliar and scary and I did not want to go through this without him. I did not want to go through the pain of being apart from my children, of not knowing where they were or how they were doing while they were in a situation as dangerous as this, without the man who had, with me, brought them into this world.He had not been there when they had been born. He had not been there for their first three birthdays. But this – and especially because of the way that our relationship had changed and evolved over the last few weeks – I c
(Thomas)Lydia had been sobbing into my chest for the past hour. I did not stop her. I wanted to help her process her grief, her fear, and her pain in that moment. I could understand how she felt: helpless, terrified, and weak.To be honest, I could feel the same things, too.Outside, Mother was making calls to many of our associates: business partners with political allies, government officials, police officers, and even a member of the intelligence. She was going to pull every last string until the children were safely back home.I wanted to go out there and make the calls in her stead, maybe even go to the houses of the people who I knew could help. But, right now, I needed to be here for Lydia.She had fallen asleep crying and I had gently shifted her, trying to grab a cushion on my side and rest her head on it. But she had stirred when I had moved. So I had slowly shifted her head into my lap and put my feet up so that she could rest comfortably.I could feel the gentle rise and
(Lydia)My stomach was twisting itself into knots. I didn’t know whether it was guilt about allowing this to happen, worry about what could happen to my children, or both of these at once.All I knew was that I should have absolutely not trusted my father. I began pacing up and down the hallway.Upstairs, Mama had locked herself up into her bedroom. I knew that she was chain-smoking in there.“We’ve gotten in touch with intelligence,” Thomas said to me.I paused. I ran up to him. “Do they have the location?” my voice was frantic.Thomas slowly shook his head, his eyes large and his mouth small with worry.“THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF BRINGING IT UP?!” I snapped.I was too out of my wits to be able to deal with my emotions right now. And I honestly could not understand why Thomas would not understand that.He stared at me, a little shaken.Margaret walked slowly up to us.“It’s going to be fine, Lydia,” she said, but her voice was quiet and her skin was ashen.“It is not going to be fin
(Lydia)“Relax,” Thomas said, “It’s only 6 a.m.” My mouth was dry as sandpaper. I sat up straight and searched frantically for my phone. It was on the table in front of me. My head had started spinning from stress already.There was no text from my father.“Have we found out anything?” I asked Thomas.Once again, he shook his head. “I’ve called everyone I know, but all of them have requested time to track your father down.”I frowned and crossed my arms. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to help!”Thomas’s mouth fell open. “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that?!” he confronted me.“I mean that of course you wouldn’t be able to do anything about helping find the children because you’ve simply never been there for them!”“I’m sorry, Lydia,” he said, “I did not even know they existed until a couple of months ago!”“And whose fault is that?!” I exploded.I heard a creak at the door and spun my head around, ready to bark at whoever was standing there too.To my surprise, it was Adam. He was carr
(Ruby)I hadn’t been able to sleep all night. Mabel and Miles were like my very own babies. I had nursed them, fed them, and raised them. I could not imagine anything happening to them.Ever since I had found out, I had been trembling.Jack had been awake with me all night and throughout the morning. I had been pacing the backyard and he had been standing by me, steady as a pillar. I broke down multiple times during the night. Jack held me together every single time. He had put a shawl over my shoulders and murmured comforting words over and over again.“We’ve got both the police as well as the intelligence after them, Ruby,” he had said, “I’m certain the children will be unharmed.”I was so grateful that he was here through all of this.I could not understand how my father could do such a thing. All my life, he had insisted on playing the villain in our lives: he had hurt Mama when Lydia and I were younger and he hadn’t allowed her to attend Lydia’s wedding either.I simply could not
(Lydia)One hand on the steering wheel, I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker. Driving rashly terrified me. Ever since the accident, I had had a slight fear of high speeds in cars. But, at the moment, it didn’t seem like I had an option. I had to get there quickly for my children. Swallowing all of my trepidation, I put my foot down further on the pedal.I had passed the National Park. And I had long since left all greenery behind. My head was aching. My mouth was dry.“Call Thomas” I said to the AI assistant, keeping my eyes straight ahead on the road.I heard the dial tone but he didn’t pick up. Frantic, I repeated the command. He didn’t pick up this time either.“In five hundred meters, turn right,” the GPS assistant instructed me.I readied myself to spin the steering wheel.“For the love of God, Thomas!” I gritted through my teeth, “Don’t bail on me now!”I glanced at the GPS. I was only fifteen minutes away now. I slowed the car down a little and realized that I hadn’t s
(Lydia)“I see you,” my father said, “You and your little act.”He raised his arms up into a deranged gesture. “Oh, I’m such a good mother!” he said in a high-pitched imitation of me, “I pick up my children from school and shower them with hugs and kisses.”“Well where,” his voice became thick and angry now, “is the money then?!”I could not say a single word. On the side, Mabel and Miles sat whimpering in their gags.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lydia,” my father clicked his tongue, “I’m amazed at what you’ve done.”He sauntered over to a small black canvas bag and began to fish something out. I heard metal clunk inside it.My eyes darted over towards the twins and I shifted a foot to take a step towards them.The old man pointed his eyes at me and then cleared his throat.My father stood up. “Ah,” he said, holding up a hunter’s knife, “Here it is!”He walked up to me. “Are your children,” he breathed into my face, “really less precious to you than money?”“I’m not like you!” I yelled, pushing hi
(Lydia)The reception was everything I had dreamed of and more. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The venue, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, felt magical, as though we were all living in a dream. Thomas and I had just shared our vows, but now the celebration was in full swing, and the joy in the air was palpable.Mabel and Miles were the stars of the evening, as expected. They had barely left the dance floor since the music started, their little feet moving in uncoordinated yet adorable ways. Miles was trying to spin in circles, his arms flailing around as Mabel, ever the perfectionist, tried to keep him in check. They were a sight to behold, so carefree and full of life. Their giggles and shouts of “Look at me!” filled the room, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them.Thomas was by my side, his hand gently resting on my back as we watched our children steal the show. The evening felt like it was slipping by in the most
(Thomas)The day had finally arrived. Our wedding day.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for the fifth time, trying to focus on the simple task instead of the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in, images of Lydia in a wedding dress years ago, her radiant smile lighting up the room, and the way my heart had soared knowing she was about to become my wife.And then, the accident. The chaos, the pain, the years we spent finding our way back to each other.Today wasn’t just about vows or rings. It was about us. About the journey we had taken, the battles we had fought, and the love that had carried us through it all.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Jack stepped in, looking sharp in his suit, his usual easygoing expression replaced by something softer.“You doing okay?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.I nodded, though my reflection betrayed me. “Just...a lot to process.”Jack walked over, clapping
(Lydia)With only a week left until the wedding, the house felt like a beehive, everyone buzzing with purpose, energy, and, occasionally, a touch of chaos. I stood in the middle of it all, both exhilarated and slightly overwhelmed.Ruby was in the corner of Mama’s room, hunched over her sewing machine, her brow furrowed in concentration. My wedding dress hung on a nearby mannequin, almost complete but still needing those final, intricate touches that only Ruby could master. She was doing this here because if she needed to know any adjustments, I would just be a few rooms away.She was holed up in Mama’s room because she didn’t want Thomas to get a glimpse of the wedding dress, not until the day of the wedding as I walked down the aisle.“Are you sure you don’t need a break?” I asked, holding out a cup of tea for her.Ruby looked up, her eyes tired but determined. “Not until this hem is perfect. You’re going to look stunning, Lydia. Just trust me.”“I do,” I said softly, setting the te
(Thomas)The moment we pulled up to the venue, I felt a mix of anticipation and pride. The sprawling garden, framed by blooming flowers and soft sunlight, looked like something out of a dream. This was it, the place where Lydia and I would officially start the next chapter of our lives.Mabel and Miles were already buzzing with excitement, craning their necks to get a better look as the car slowed to a stop.“Is that where we’re going to walk with the flowers?” Mabel asked, pointing to the long stone pathway that led to the main garden.“It is,” I said, glancing at Lydia, who was smiling softly.“It’s so pretty!” Miles added, practically bouncing in his seat.Once we were out of the car, the kids ran ahead, their laughter echoing in the crisp air. Lydia and I followed at a slower pace, her hand tucked into mine.“Can you believe it’s almost here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.I shook my head. “It feels surreal. But seeing this place again...it makes it all feel real.”T
(Lydia)Sitting at the dining table with Thomas, a notebook in front of me and a pen in hand, I felt an odd mix of excitement and dread. Finalizing the guest list for our wedding should have been a straightforward task, but when Margaret got involved, nothing ever stayed simple for long.I glanced at Thomas, who was scrolling through his phone, cross-checking names. He looked calm, but I knew better. We were both bracing ourselves for the inevitable drama.“Are we really going to put up with Margaret’s list of distant cousins and relatives we’ve never met?” I asked, my voice low but pointed.Thomas sighed and set his phone down. “You know how mother is. She thinks a wedding is a chance to show off family connections.”“Well, it’s not her wedding,” I said firmly. “It’s ours, and I want it to feel personal, not like some society gala.”Thomas reached over and squeezed my hand. “I agree with you. But let’s try to handle this delicately. You know how she can get.”Before I could respond,
(Thomas)The house was alive with energy, and it all revolved around two very determined little people: Mabel and Miles. Ever since we’d told them they were going to be the flower girl and flower boy at the wedding, their excitement had reached a whole new level. They were taking their roles very seriously, perhaps even more seriously than Lydia and I were taking the rest of the wedding planning.This morning, the focus was on their outfits. Lydia and I had arranged for a tailor to come to the house to ensure everything fit perfectly. Mabel was already dressed in a soft pink dress with layers of tulle that made her look like a little princess. She twirled in front of the mirror, her curls bouncing with every spin.“Do you think I need a tiara, Daddy?” she asked, her big brown eyes wide with sincerity.I crouched down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are, sweetheart. But if you really want a tiara, we can look for one.”Mabel c
(Lydia)The morning sun streamed through the windows as I parked outside Ruby’s boutique. My heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. In just two weeks, I would be walking down the aisle to marry Thomas, the man who had stood by me through everything. But today, all I could think about was my first fitting for the wedding dress Ruby had been tirelessly designing.As I stepped into the boutique, the soft chime of the bell announced my arrival. Ruby appeared from the back room, her face lighting up with a smile that instantly put me at ease.“You’re here!” she said, walking over to hug me. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”“I’ve been counting down the days,” I admitted, hugging her back. “I’m nervous, though. What if the dress doesn’t feel right? What if-”Ruby placed her hands on my shoulders, her expression firm but kind. “Stop right there. This dress is going to be perfect because it’s made for you, by me. Trust me, Lydia.”I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. I t
(Lydia)The sunlight poured down as I stepped out of the car, grocery list in hand. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder or scanning the parking lot for anything suspicious. Ben, my personal bodyguard, walked a few paces behind me, his presence a quiet reassurance. But today, I didn’t feel like I needed him as much as I had in the past.The air felt lighter, and so did I. It was as if the dark cloud that had loomed over my life for so long had finally dissipated. Nathan was gone, Lucien was behind bars, and the world was moving on. So was I.Inside the grocery store, I grabbed a cart and started down the aisles. It felt good to do something as ordinary as picking out apples and comparing cereal brands. For so long, I’d avoided public places, afraid of the whispers and stares. But today, there were none. People walked past me, absorbed in their own lives, and it was blissfully normal.I paused by the bakery section, tempted by the scent of fre
(Lydia)The sleek glass doors of the event management company slid open, and Thomas and I stepped inside. The lobby was stunning, a perfect balance of elegance and modernity. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandelier lights, and a gentle floral scent wafted through the air. A cheerful receptionist greeted us, offering sparkling water while we waited for our meeting.Thomas leaned toward me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. “This place screams ‘perfect wedding,’ doesn’t it?”I smiled, squeezing his arm. “Let’s see if they can live up to the hype.”It was Margaret who had given us the name of this event management company after making her calls and asking around for suggestions. And as far as I could tell, the place looked like the sort of company I would have chosen for myself.Moments later, a tall, impeccably dressed man approached us with a wide smile. His tailored navy suit and silk pocket square spoke volumes about his attention to detail.