Chloe’s povThe weight of the situation was heavy on my shoulders, how do we find this mysterious man? A suggestions comes across my mind but all the S’s eyes were on me. I wish we could get a chance to copy the footage but with the situation and the eyes on me I don't think I would be able to make a statementAs if Liam could read through my mind, he used his unique style to copy the footage onto his own phone, and I was surprised. How come we were thinking the same. Watching Liam work his magic was like witnessing a true artist at work. His fingers danced across the screen with a fluidity that was mesmerizing. It was as if he had a special connection with technology, effortlessly navigating its complexities. I couldn't help but be in awe of his skills and the way he made the impossible seem possible. I notice the S’s eyes trying to beep on what Liam was up to. I stylish come across them, blocking them with my body. Once the footage was securely copied, we stepped outside to gathe
Chloe’s pov. My eyes darted around, searching for answers amidst the uncertainty that hung in the air. The impending marriage of the mysterious man to Lia had cast a shadow of doubt over our chances of finding her again. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.I turned to look at Liam, and it was clear from the expression on his face that he shared the same concerns as me. We were both determined to uncover the truth, to find a way to reunite with Lia before it was too late.As I locked eyes with the man, I could sense that he had something important to share. It was as if he had been carrying a weight on his shoulders, hesitant to speak but desperate to find answers. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension.With a hint of caution, I asked him directly, "Is there something you wanted to tell me? Or a question you wanted to ask" he nodded gently and that confirmed my suspicions, and I braced myself for what he was about to reveal."Yes," he began, his voice
Liam’s pov. Another message beeped on my phone and my gaze shifted to it. My heart raced as I stared at the message, my mind spinning with a mix of excitement and concern. The words seemed to leap off the screen, begging to be shared with my Rogue. But before I could even utter a sound, my thoughts whisked me away into a world of possibilities.Chloe, with a angry look swiftly snatched the phone from my grasp and read the message aloud. “the man is into slavery and according to the rumors surrounding him, he has a supernatural power” Her voice echoed through the room, causing gasps to escape the lips of everyone in our tight-knit group, the Rogues.As I glanced at each of their faces through the rearview mirror, I saw a mixture of determination and trepidation. We all knew what we had to do is too act fast as Lia was in danger, and we couldn't stand idly by.Feeling a surge of determination, I snatched the phone back from Chloe, my fingers flying across the screen. With each tap,
Author’s pov. As Mendy walked back to her village, her mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The unexpected turn of events had left her pondering the intricacies of life and the connections it weaves.The man who had come to her rescue, unbeknownst to her at the time, was none other than her friend's husband. It was a twist of fate that brought them together again but in a completely different context. Memories from their high school days flooded her mind, reminding her of the times she had bullied Ivory. Reflecting on her past actions, Mendy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. The realization of the hurtful words she had once directed toward her weighed heavily on her conscience. It was a sobering moment that made her question the impact of her past behavior.As she continued her journey, Mendy's heart swelled with gratitude towards her friend's husband. Despite their history, he had shown her compassion and came to her aid when she needed it the most. This
Chloe’s pov. We approached the mansion cautiously, keeping a close eye on the guards patrolling the perimeter. Their every move seemed calculated and precise, a testament to the level of security we were up against. We knew we had to be careful, every step had to be deliberate.As we reached the first obstacle, a towering fence topped with razor wire, Liam skillfully disabled the electric current running through it. It was a risky move, but he managed to do it without raising any alarms. We slipped through the opening and continued towards the main entrance.The grand doors of the mansion loomed before us, guarded by an intricate system of locks. Luke, the expert lock-picker, skillfully worked his magic, his nimble fingers dancing across the mechanisms. It was like watching a master artist at work. With a satisfying click, the doors swung open, revealing the opulent interior.But our journey was far from over. The mansion was filled with a labyrinth of hallways, each leading to a dif
Liam’s pov. As Chloe and I entered the room, our eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Lia, completely naked, stood in the center of the room, surrounded by two men who were playing with her nipples. It was a sight that took us completely by surprise.The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. The three men sitting on the beautiful chair seemed unfazed, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity. It was as if they were watching a bizarre performance, finding humor in the situation. I could recognize the man sitting in the middle as the main man that kidnapped Lia. His lips held the most awful smile ever. Lia looked terrified. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a small "O" of surprise as she caught sight of us entering the room. It was clear that she hadn't expected us to be here. It was clear enough that she was not Okay with the pastime they were trolling her. my expressions mir
Liam’s pov. As our bodies collided amid the intense fight, I could feel the heat of the battle coursing through my veins. The man I was up against, too possessed the power of a wolf, and as soon as the fight began, he swiftly shifted into his formidable wolf form.The clash between us was fierce, using my strength, agility, and instincts to gain the upper hand. The adrenaline pumped through my body, fueling my determination to protect Lia, who had been stripped and left vulnerable by these particular men.Despite my rogue attempting to aid me in the fight, I knew that this was a battle I had to face alone. I motioned for them to step back, their eyes filled with concern and worry for both me and Lia. They understood my silent command, standing by as witnesses to the struggle that unfolded before them.I saw an opening and swiftly launched a powerful punch towards the man's stomach. The impact landed with a solid thud, causing the man to double over in pain.But the man wasn't about t
Liam’s pov. As my fist connected with the man's face, a surge of anger and adrenaline coursed through my veins. The pain of Lia's injury fueled my rage, pushing me to fight back with ferocity. At that moment, all I could think about was the moment I heard Lia screaming. With each blow, my fists moved with a mix of precision and raw emotion. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The world around me seemed to fade away as the only thing that mattered was the fight unfolding before me.But amidst the chaos, my mind remained sharp. I knew that we couldn't stay in the crowded room any longer. We needed to find a way to get Lia to safety without drawing attention. With a glance around, I spotted a side door leading to the alley behind the building.I carried Lia in a bridal style, my rogue eyes following my every move, I whispered urgently, "We need to get out of here. Follow me." They nodded and we moved swiftly, our steps silent as we made our way toward the e
Chloe’s POV The house was unusually quiet when Chloe returned. Normally, the laughter and chatter of her children greeted her at the door, but this time, only the faint rustle of maids working in the background broke the silence. She glanced at her phone as she stepped inside, hoping for a message from Liam, but her notifications were blank.Chloe inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax. Liam will handle it, she reminded herself. He had promised to confront Mendy, and if there was one thing Liam excelled at, it was handling difficult situations. She pushed aside her worry and decided to make the most of the evening.“Mrs. Liam,” one of the maids greeted her with a polite smile, “would you like us to prepare anything for dinner?”Chloe shook her head, an idea forming in her mind. “No, I’ll take care of it tonight. I want to do something special.”The maid’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Chloe rarely took over in the kitchen, but tonight felt like the perf
Author’s POVMendy’s sharp eye was on Liam, his presence commanding attention. She felt the weight of her anger bubbling beneath her carefully composed exterior, but she masked it with a small smile. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if she had all the time in the world.Liam’s expression was the opposite—his jaw was clenched tight, and his fiery gaze was locked on her. Even without his Alpha aura pressing down on the room, his presence was intimidating enough. The principal, standing nearby, cleared his throat nervously.“Mr. Liam, perhaps we can—”“This doesn’t concern you,” Liam cut her off sharply, his tone cold but controlled. He turned his attention back to Mendy, his voice steady but laced with steel. “We need to talk. Alone.”The principal hesitated, but Mendy stepped forward, gesturing for him to leave. “It’s fine,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with false politeness. “I can handle this. There’s no need to worry.” She added. The principal looked between them, he
Liam’s POV The house was eerily quiet when I stepped inside. Too quiet. I called out Chloe’s name, my voice echoing in the space. No answer. My eyes swept the living room, every corner tidy as usual, but something about the silence felt off. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere.“Chloe?” I tried again, moving toward the kitchen. Nothing.My pulse quickened, an uneasy knot forming in my chest. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number for the third time, only to hear it ring faintly from somewhere upstairs. She wasn’t answering. I bolted up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom, and found her phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with my name.“She left without it,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.Panic began to creep in. Chloe wasn’t careless with her phone, and the thought of her being unreachable only amplified my worry. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to think. She might have gone to her office. That seemed like the logical explanation.Without
Liam’s POV The meeting room was quiet, except for the sound of the projector humming as it displayed charts and statistics. My foreign clients sat stiffly across the table, their expressions grim. I could see the anger in their eyes, the way their eyes darted nervously. They were losing faith in me, and it was starting to show.“Your warehouses are no longer safe,” one of them said, breaking the silence. His voice was sharp, accusing. “It’s like someone knows every location. This isn’t just a coincidence, Mr. Liam. We’re being targeted.” He uttered with a greeted teeth. I leaned back in my chair, forcing a calm smile onto my face. “I understand your concerns,” I said evenly, though inside I was seething. “But I assure you, my team is handling the situation. We’ve reinforced security measures, and we’re monitoring all activities closely.” I tried to reassure them but their gaze was unyielding. “Are you sure that’s enough? This isn’t just bad luck,” one of them said, his voice cold.
Chloe’s POV The very next day, I found myself standing in front of the school, my kids clutching each of my hands. It was supposed to feel normal, dropping the kids off, and watching them run through the gates. But it didn’t. My chest tightened with each step closer to the entrance. Liam had reassured me endlessly last night, but no amount of comforting words could erase the lingering unease swirling in my mind.“Mommy, can we go now?” Aria tugged at my hand impatiently, breaking my train of thought.“Not yet, sweetheart,” I said, forcing a smile and crouching down to their level. “I need you both to promise me something. If anything feels wrong or someone says something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell your dad or come straight to me. Okay?”“Okay,” they chorused, although Asher gave me a skeptical look. He had her father’s no-nonsense expression, sharp for a six-year-old.I kissed their foreheads and sent them through the gates, my heart sinking further as they disappeared in
Chloe’s POV The first few days of Mendy’s presence at the school had been uneventful. It was almost as if she were trying to prove herself, and I couldn’t figure out why that bothered me so much. Whenever I went to drop the kids off, she would always smile to greet the kids, praising them for every little thing, acting like the perfect, doting teacher. But the way she looked at them, the way she got just a little too close, set my nerves on edge.It wasn’t even the way she treated them that bothered me. It was how my children were responding to her. Every day, it seemed, I’d hear them tell me how great Mendy was, how she helped them with this or that, how she made them feel so special. I tried to smile, to be supportive, but deep down, a jealousy I couldn’t control bubbled up inside me. I wanted them to see me that way. I wanted to be the one they ran to when they needed praise or affection.The worst part was how they’d grown so attached to her. They came home with stories about Men
Chloe’s POV The car engine hummed beneath me, but my thoughts were a constant, swirling storm. I couldn’t shake the image of Mendy’s face from my mind. Her too-sweet smile, her fake warmth toward my children—it was all wrong. Something about her felt off. I gripped the steering wheel harder, my fingers aching from the pressure. I needed to talk to Liam. I needed to hear his voice, to feel some semblance of calm, and also to inform him about Mendy. I pulled over to the side of the road, brought out my phone, and dialed his number.The phone rang twice before he picked up, his voice strained. “Chloe?”“Liam, I—” I stopped myself, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know what to do. The principal introduced Mendy as the kids’ new teacher today. She’s been assigned to their class permanently. I can’t— I just can’t trust her with them.”I could hear Liam take a sharp breath on the other end of the line. He sounded tired and worn out, and I hated that. I hated that he had so much on
Chloe’s POV I couldn’t stop the guilt creeping up my spine as I marched into the principal’s office, demanding a transfer for Aria and Luis. The decision gnawed at me, a tiny voice whispering that I was letting my anger control me, but I shoved it aside. My children didn’t belong in a classroom with Mendy.“I understand your concerns, Mrs. Liam,” the principal said, her tone professional but edged with impatience. “However, I must remind you that we’re the top school in the city. Transferring them now would not only disrupt their education but limit their future opportunities.”I folded my arms, my frustration bubbling over. “And I understand that you think this is the best school, but you don’t understand the history I have with that woman. She’s not safe to be around my children.”The principal sighed, looking at me as if I were a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. “Mendy has done nothing to warrant such concerns. She’s been a model professional since she started here. I’ve reviewe
Chloe’s POV The moment the words left the principal’s mouth, I froze, every part of me stiffening like I’d been struck by lightning.“Yes,” she said, “She’ll be Aria and Luis’ teacher this year. We’re so lucky to have her, she’s been an absolute gem.”I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, my voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. “You’re saying Mendy is my children’s teacher? Or am I just mishearing?”“No you’re not mishearing,” the principal replied, beaming. “She graciously agreed to step in after the original teacher had an accident. We’re very fortunate to have someone so qualified and committed join us at such short notice.” She explained. I stared at her, my mind struggling to process the words. My heart began to race, panic rising in my chest. Mendy. Of all people. Why is this happening to me? “You’ve got to be joking,” I said, my voice sharper now.The principal frowned slightly, the warmth in her expression faltering. “I’m not joking, Mrs. Liam.