Hennessey Wilson fooled me twice

Hennessey's POV

My sister should probably be married to that jerk by now. The thought gnawed at me. She didn’t want any of this, but neither did she want me trapped in a marriage set for her. Like a coward, I was running away again.

I stared blankly out the window, the hum of the plane around me as the pilot made his announcement. My heart clenched. I had contributed to this mess. My mission was to make him hate her, but instead, I made him desire her more. That man hated my guts, and that damned contract... My heart twisted just thinking about the pain Helena would have to endure.

No. There was still time, I hoped. I stood up, my mind set on ruining her wedding—even if it had already happened. I wouldn’t leave her again—not now that I had some power over my own life. My parents could disown me, but Helena needed me more than ever.

Before I could even take a step, men in uniform appeared, causing a ripple of panic through the plane.

“Miss Hennessey Wilson, show yourself. You are wanted,” the burly man in black barked, his voice cutting through the confusion. His colleagues moved quickly, scanning the rows.

I froze, my throat tightening. Slowly, I raised my hands. “I… I’m here.”

The lieutenant saw me, and before I could even react, two men were on me, their hands rough as they twisted my arms behind me.

“You will cooperate, or we will use force,” one threatened, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.

I squirmed, my breath catching. “You’re hurting me! What’s going on? What crime have I committed? This is a violation of my rights!”

My protests bounced off them like stones. No one answered, no explanation given. Instead, they shoved me toward a van with “ESSS” stamped across the side. Economic State Security Service? They dealt with financial criminals, not people like me.SO what did they want from me?

I felt a hot surge of anger flood my chest. “You’re violating my human rights!” I shouted as they shoved me inside. “I want my lawyer. I won’t speak until I see him.”

But my demands fell on deaf ears. The men beside me remained unnervingly silent, their grim expressions unchanging. As they forced me to sit, I realized something—this wasn’t just an arrest. It felt like a kidnapping.

I kicked my legs, thrashing against their iron grip, but it only made them press down harder, forcing me flat against the van’s cold metal floor.

“Will you stay still, you fucking bitch?” the lieutenant in front sneered, his breath hot and foul.

I laughed, though it came out shaky and bitter. “This is a kidnapping, isn’t it? Well, newsflash—my parents are broke. You’ve got the wrong person!”

They ignored me again, their faces impassive. The van lurched forward, and I realized the futility of my outbursts. The car was soundproof, and the engine hummed steadily, almost as if everything they were doing was somehow... legal. But it wasn’t, not with the stench of stale cigarettes and unwashed bodies choking the air. I tried not to gag, but the smell was overwhelming, a thick cloud of rot that made my stomach churn. I couldn’t tell which was worse—the foul odor or the fear creeping up my spine.

Almost twenty minutes later, the van came to a halt, and I was shoved out once again. The harsh light of the sun barely pierced my eyes before I was forced to move. I looked ahead, and dread filled my core. We were at the headquarters of ESSS, boldly emblazoned at the top of the five-story building.

The men continued their mistreatment as we entered the building, their colleagues—both male and female—minding their business while men twice my size treated me like a terrorist. I was shoved into an elevator, this time with only the lieutenant and one other agent.

Sweat drenched my forehead, my hands trembling at my sides. “Wha-why am I here?” I asked, but they didn’t answer.

I was led into a room where unexpected faces greeted me. My parents and twin were all handcuffed, sitting in the room as if they were waiting for me all along.

“Henn!” my sister rasped, trying to hug me, but the agent pushed her back down. “I thought you already left. Why are you still here?”

Tears filled my eyes as I smiled sarcastically. “Sister over freedom.”

Helena burst into tears while smiling. “You should have gone. Now we’re both in deep shit,” she joked.

The lieutenant shoved me by her side, thankfully, before he and the agent exited.

I turned to my sister, slightly frowning as I assessed her appearance. She was still in her wedding dress, and my parents also looked dressed for the occasion. What exactly had happened?

Before I could ask, my mother spat venom at me. “This is all your fault. If only you’d stayed where you were, none of this would have happened.”

I had been expecting her attack, but it was my father who terrified me. He sat there, staring at the door, his gaze cold and icy. He was the only one who hadn’t known about my return, and I could see the abuse he’d rained down on me days ago in his thoughts—directed now at Helena. I knew he wanted to kill me, and that thought made my stomach drop.

The doors finally opened after a long, suffocating silence. In walked Kellen, dressed in a three-piece tuxedo, presumably for his wedding. His eyes burned with untamed anger, and those furious eyes were fixed on me, unblinking, as he approached.

He sat in the seat prepared for him, facing me and my family. His eyes shot daggers at me, and it felt as though my soul was being torn from my body. I had never seen anyone so angry, not even my father.

Then, suddenly, he laughed. The sound was maniacally cold, echoing through the room before it abruptly stopped. His gaze never left me. “I’ll be damned. Hennessey Wilson fooled me twice.”