Ellen's POV I stood beside my father on the presidential floor, our eyes glued to the TV screen showing the live feed from the room where Kamille was with the kidnapper we had hired. I was delighted by how miserable Kamille looked. We just needed her damned signature on the documents. Was that so hard for her to do and get her pathetic self out of my face?Instead, she chose to stay in the room, her eyes red and swollen from crying and ceaselessly demanding to see her kids first. I felt a twisted satisfaction seeing her like that. She deserved this, every bit of it. We could not give her kids first because they were still unconscious and miserable just like their mother. But then, out of nowhere, Zeke appeared on the screen. My heart sank, and an overwhelming sense of rage bubbled up inside me. “Why can he not just stay away from Kamille?” I yelled, unable to contain my frustration. “What is it about her that makes him love her so much, to neglect me?” My father placed a calming
Zeke's POV As the masked man fell down dead, Kamille's expression felt as if her hopes of finding out kids were thrown into a raving sea.Her gaze at me also held unspoken fright for me and it caused my heart to ache. I could not bear for her to look at me like that. But almost immediately, she tore her gaze away from me and looked at the man lying in his own pool of blood.Her cries gradually turned into frantic whispers. “No, no, no!” she scrambled out of my arms and fell to her knees beside the masked man. “Wake up! Tell me where my kids are!”“Kamille, we have to go,” I urged her.She clung to me. “But my children, Zeke. We have to get them back.”“Our Children,” I corrected. “We will. I promise.”Her desperation was heartbreaking, and I felt a surge of anger towards Ellen for orchestrating this nightmare. As I pulled Kamille away from the lifeless body, I noticed a small camera in the corner of the room. Ellen was watching us. I cursed her inwardly, my anger boiling over.The d
Chris's POV I sat in my clubhouse feeling angry at the state of things. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, the rich aroma mingling with the faint tang of fear that always seemed to linger in these walls. "Boss," My second in command, Paul began hesitantly, breaking the heavy silence, "Should we launch a raid and search for the kids?"I exhaled a plume of smoke, the tendrils curling and dissipating into the dimly lit room. "And when I take the kids to her," I replied, my voice edged with frustration, "How will I tell her I found them? What am I supposed to say?"Hey Kamille, your kids got dropped off at my school and I brought them back to you. I scoffed at the absurdity of it.It was already enough grip at my neck that the kids were taken from right beneath my fucking nose and they have stayed missing for the past two weeks. Finding them and not having an explanation to how I found them, would only let loose whatever demon is left in Ezekiel Reid.If he makes it alive
Ellen's POV I tossed comfortably in bed, allowing the softness of the silk sheets to caress my skin with its smoothened and fine exterior. I flickered my eyes open as the early morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of my room back in the Manor mansion, where I was treated like the queen I was. I rose up from the bed and walked up to the window, then I spread the curtains properly, to allow the sunlight filter in properly.I decided to bask a little while in the warm glow of the sunlight, enjoying the effect of its golden rays on my skin.Way better than that pothole Zeke put me in. I walked back into the bathroom and had a warm bath. After freshening up, I descended the grand staircase to the dining room, where breakfast was being served. I had missed all the good things at Zeke's mansion because I wasn't welcome, but I will make sure that all those little lowlifes pay for all they did to me. Listening to Zeke and paying little attention to me.My father was notabl
Chris's POV I woke up in my luxurious apartment, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains. It was a Monday morning, but unlike every other Monday where I usually woke up early, eager to get to school so I wouldn't miss Kamille's arrival with the kids, but today was different. I knew there wasn't going to be any Kamille anywhere. I lay in bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, her absence pressing heavily on my chest. With a sigh, I threw off the covers and made my way to the bathroom. The water was hot as it cascaded over me, but it did little to wash away the frustration gnawing at my insides. As I dried myself off, memories of Kamille flooded my mind—her laugh, her touch, the way her lips tasted pressed against mine.“Fuck,” I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the sink. “What the hell have you done to me, Kamille?”That night in the car when I kissed her felt like the earth had met the sun. It was a simple brush of our lips, but that kiss had hun
Kamille's POV “Reon?” I called out as I heard his voice echo in the wind.“Mummy,” I turned at the sound of Tyris’s voice, but I did not see any of them.“Tyris baby, come on out to mama,” I pleaded, but my pleas fell on deaf ears .The same went on for Royer and Torin and no matter how much I pleaded, they were unresponsive.Then I sat down and began to cry on the floor and all four of them began running in my direction, but as they got closer to me, they were intercepted by a giant thrice as tall as I was.“Be gone, if you want to see them alive!” The voice roared.*****************************************************************************I jerked awake from bed to meet the beautiful morning light that filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over my room. I lay in bed, my body heavy with the weight of worry and despair. It had been two weeks since my children were taken, and I felt like I was living in a nightmare.So many freaking nightmares! The days blurred toge
Zeke's POV The day had been long, filled with worry and exhaustion. Kamille had barely slept the previous night, and today had been no better. Her friends and I stayed with her, trying to provide comfort and support. I could see the strain on her face, the deep circles under her eyes, and the constant worry etched in every line.As the evening approached, I stepped out onto the balcony, needing a moment to clear my head. I pulled out my phone and dialed Mr. Rogers. He picked up on the second ring.“Mr. Reid,” he greeted, his voice steady as always.“Rogers, I need an update on the situation at the office,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.“The office is running smoothly, sir. We’ve made significant progress on the Williams deal, and the new marketing campaign has been well-received,” Rogers reported.“That’s good,” I replied, though my mind was barely in the office.I had good faith in Mr Roger’s capabilities. “There’s one more thing,” Rogers continued. “We’ve noticed a rise in
Zeke's POV Quietly I looked around for a weapon, something I could use to defend myself. I found lots of car repairs, tools and parts alike. I picked an iron rod, then I tiptoed towards the door. From my analysis, there were about a dozen men and I was surrounded. They had guns and well, I had an iron rod.I walked out of the door and snuck in on one of the men, I took him out and hurried to my car. “We've got sight of him,” Damn it.They began firing and I had to hurry away since I had not brought out my shotgun. I threw the rod at one of them and ran ahead into my car, took out my gun and shot at a few of them before zooming off.The van screeched around the corner, hot on my tail as I swerved through the city streets. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I sped up, my eyes scanning the road ahead for any opportunity to lose them. Up ahead, I saw an alleyway. I took a sharp turn, tires screeching as I barreled into the alley. The van hesitated for