EmilyHe sauntered there for a while before his stiff face melted into a smile. It felt like seeing the girls torturing themselves with fear gave him his share of peace. I didn't think he was ready to face the girls with their fear written all over their faces. The fear in their eyes only made it easy for men like this to prey on them. He came closer to me as he knew me earlier; there was something on his face that felt like I was deeply content with him. It was clear that he might have known me, and she had told me that he sorta had this flare of knowing these girls personally before giving them off or allowing them to stay kidnapped. They were running a successful ring and it pissed me even more to think that all of these were happening right under our roses. I wanted to protest as he treated the girls even worse. He kept choosing them and everything that they were clinging to tell before their eyes. I wanted to help them in the ways that I could but she held my hands down, stoppi
CedricIt has been two days. Two goddamn days, and still, no word. The tension in my chest has been tightening like a noose, squeezing tighter with every passing hour. Emily’s disappearance—no, her kidnapping—was the only thing I can think about. My men are useless. They’ve scoured the city, tapped into contacts in every underworld corner, but there has been nothing. Not a single lead. Not a damn trace of her.This wasn’t some random abduction. If it was for money, I would’ve received a ransom note by now. There’s no other explanation. This is personal. Someone wants to hurt me, and they’re using Emily as a pawn.I’m sitting in my office, staring at the glass of scotch in front of me. I haven’t touched it, not even a sip, but the amber liquid swirls in the light, mocking me with the promise of numbness. But I can’t afford to be numb right now. I can’t lose focus. Emily was the key to everything. Without her, the whole empire collapses. Every carefully laid plan I’ve built might crumbl
Emily"We are never going to leave here." With the way this place is made, it was difficult to actually be optimistic about leaving here. I had nothing else to do, with the amount of girls that do not return I doubt that I was ever going to see the light of day. That my baby was ever going to make it out of me alive. The only friend I had made, sighed watching me as the reality of this place finally sinked in ."What was your life like outside this place, apart from being married to a billionaire." I grimaced, urging her to keep her voice down. It was bad enough that I had been suspected of being someone else. From the way, they look at me, the guards, it's only a matter of time before they dragged me out of here, facing the doom that's outside of here. I didn't want to know what that was like and at the same fucking time, I didn't want to stay here either."You are going to get me in trouble." I whispered to her, tilting my head low so no one hears me. "We are already in trouble.
EmilyI was desperate. My fingers trembled as I reached for the door, the cold metal against my palm a chilling reminder of how far from safety I truly was. I shouldn't have been able to open it, but luck seemed to favor me for a fleeting moment. I needed that luck now more than ever. The door creaked open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man standing just outside."Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the hours of screaming and sobbing that had long since gone unanswered. "Please help me. There are more girls inside. They they need saving."His eyes met mine, dark and calculating. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of sympathy. He put a hand up, almost reassuringly, and I felt a spark of hope. But as I studied his face, something didn't feel right. The hope that had blossomed in my chest withered away. There was a coldness in his gaze that set me on edge.He leaned forward slightly, his tone soft but firm. "Calm down. You're safe now."Safe? The word echoed mockingly in
Emily I sat in the corner of the cold, damp cell, my arms wrapped around my knees as my stomach twisted painfully with hunger. Days had passed since they last gave me food. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with the weight of hopelessness. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cedric’s face, his cold, indifferent stare as he signed the contract that bound me to him.I had been a pawn, given up for my father’s freedom. Cedric never wanted me. He made that clear. And now, carrying his child—our child—I was more unwanted than ever. He had never wanted this child. This baby was just as much an inconvenience to him as I had been.The door to my cell creaked open, breaking the silence. I didn’t look up immediately, but I knew who it was before he spoke. The man I had stabbed. The man who had tried to take from me what I refused to give.“Well, well,” he sneered. “Look at you. So pitiful now, aren’t you?”I didn’t respond, keeping my eyes downcast. I wouldn’t give him th
Emily I felt the ground beneath me disappear as my knees buckled, collapsing onto the cold, hard floor. Panic surged through me, my throat tightening as I screamed, “No! You can’t take me! Please!”The sound of my voice bounced off the walls, desperate and raw. I clawed at the ground, dragging myself backward, my vision blurred with terror. My body trembled uncontrollably as the cold hand of dread gripped my chest. This couldn’t be happening. I wasn’t just some object they could pass off like this. I wasn’t some commodity to be bought and sold.The boss snarled, his face contorting in anger as he stepped toward me. “Get up!” he barked, his voice sharp, filled with impatience. He raised his hand, his knuckles white with the intent to strike.I flinched, closing my eyes, bracing myself for the blow. But it never came.“Stop.” The buyer’s voice cut through the tension, firm and cold.I opened my eyes slowly, seeing the boss hesitate, his hand freezing mid-air. The buyer didn’t even glan
Cedric The stress was beginning to eat away at me. Every passing day without Emily felt like sand slipping through my fingers. She had been my ticket to everything—wealth, power, and respect. And now, she was gone. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on me. I’d once imagined the day I’d be free of her, free to enjoy the benefits of everything she brought into my life without having to deal with the baggage of our arranged marriage. But now, with her disappearance, I realized how desperately I needed her back. Not out of love—I wasn’t foolish enough to call it that—but because without Emily, everything I’d built was at risk of collapsing.My affair with Celine wasn’t helping either. If anything, it was making things worse. The physical distraction wasn’t enough to chase away the thoughts that plagued me at night. Emily was always there, in my mind, in my dreams, and haunting me during the day. No matter how many times I found myself in Celine’s arms, it was Emily’s absence that kept haunt
EmilyI woke up with a jolt, my heart hammering in my chest. Disoriented, I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The cold, sterile room smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the soft beeping of medical machines filled the air. My head was spinning, but it wasn’t the room or the machines that held my attention—it was Elliot.He stood near the foot of my bed, his face twisted with an anger I hadn’t seen before. His eyes, normally so gentle and filled with warmth, were dark, stormy. The tension in the room was suffocating. Without thinking, I reached out, trying to offer some form of comfort, trying to hug him. I needed him close, needed his steady presence.“Elliot…” I whispered, my voice hoarse as I tried to pull him into an embrace.But he pushed me away.The rejection hit me like a slap, leaving me stunned and confused. “What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What happened?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists at
CedricI stared at her. It was the least I could do to keep my emotions at bay. I didn't know how to approach the situation, especially when Elliott had related to me about their relationship. I knew something was going on, but they were willing to deny everything while I was watching them. I became more furious, seeing how she had sold herself to a man like Elliott. I couldn't think of anything else that could be more demeaning than coming to terms with the fact that she had been with him all along. It made me rethink the story of her kidnap. Was she truly missing? What was she up to? I saw how she stretched herself, in her seat. I wanted to help her, but then that she still had that thing in her womb even after I had Instructed that she had gotten rid of it. It was the same issue that caused her disappearance for weeks. Something that hadn't settled well with me since then.The air around us was tense. She was under my predatory glance every time as she stared out the window. I cou
CedricEmily was glaring at me, her eyes wild with fury, but I didn’t care. Not anymore. I had no time for her tantrums or misplaced anger. After everything I’d done for her, the least she could do was listen."Emily’s just going through a lot right now," Elliot said, his voice calm but strained. He was standing too close to her, like he always did. It made my blood boil. "You should take her home, Cedric."I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that echoed off the walls. "You must think I’m stupid, Elliot." I took a step closer, eyes narrowing on him. “Are you sleeping with my wife?”He flinched, just a small movement, but enough for me to see. I could smell the guilt on him like cheap cologne. His eyes darted to Emily for the briefest second before he quickly shook his head. “No. Of course not.”Emily stood up straighter, chin held high, defiance written all over her face. “How does it affect you, Cedric?" she shot back. "When you’re cheating on me yourself?”I turned to her, rage flashin
EmilyI stood there, my body tense, my eyes fixed on Cedric as he stepped closer. His presence was always unnerving, but this time, it was more than that. He had been absent when I needed him most, and now he thought he could simply demand my return, as if nothing had happened. I was not going back without answers."Emily, you need to go home," Elliot's voice came from beside me, low and urgent. He reached out to touch my arm, but I pulled away, glaring at him."Home?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Where was he when I was missing? Where the hell were you?" My voice rose, filled with the frustration and betrayal that had been building up ever since my disappearance.Cedric’s jaw tightened as he looked at me, his eyes cold. "I don’t have to explain myself to you," he said, voice calm but edged with threat. He was always like this—untouchable, self-assured. “Return with me now, or you’ll face the consequences.”Consequences. The word sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to back down
Emily Elliot had been behaving strangely. The softness he had when I first arrived seemed to have vanished into thin air. I tried to think of what I might have done that would create such indifference in him before he left. I couldn't come up with anything. I knew how I was with Cedric, and he hadn't made me feel even the slightest way Elliot had made me feel. I felt safe for the first time in a long while, and that was why I felt sick to my stomach. Knowing that something was off with him when I knew that was not how he reacted.I sighed, wandering around the house, not knowing how to release the anxiety that settled in my bones. "Ma'am?!" I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the subtle voice of the maid. Subtle but sharp. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were standing there.""I guess you are worried. If there is anything I can do to help." I smiled, shaking my head. She dropped the tray holding the glass of juice in place. "It's fine. It's just been a few hours since Elliot w
CedricI drove with purpose, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I navigated through the city streets toward Elliott ’s club. The day was overcast, a fitting backdrop for the irritation gnawing at me. Elliott. His name had come up far too often lately, and I wasn’t about to let him continue slipping under the radar. Emily’s disappearance had changed everything. I had to know if he was involved, no matter how friendly he acted.When I arrived, Elliott was already waiting for me outside the club, leaning casually against the side of his car. He straightened up as I pulled into the lot and stepped out. As usual, his face held that annoyingly neutral expression, the one that made it hard to gauge what he was really thinking.I approached him, taking a deep breath to calm the simmering anger inside me. I wasn’t here to start a fight. Not yet."Elliott," I greeted, keeping my voice steady."Hey, Cedric," he replied, flashing me that too-friendly grin of his. "What's going
EmilyI wandered through Elliott’s house, letting my mind drift as I moved from room to room. There was something calming about the quiet space, the soft hum of the wind outside, the creak of the floorboards under my feet. After everything that had happened, I needed this—a moment of peace, of silence, where I could pretend, just for a little while, that things weren’t so complicated.As I ran my hand along the wall, I started to daydream. I imagined a life here, with Elliott. Me, him, and our child. I could see it so clearly, like a picture-perfect fantasy that felt almost within reach. I pictured Elliott in the kitchen, cooking like he did this morning, laughing as our child ran around the house. The thought brought a small smile to my face, even though deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple. Nothing ever was. But in that moment, I allowed myself to dream.Eventually, I found myself standing in front of Elliott’s bedroom door. Curiosity tugged at me, and I pushed it open gently, st
ElliottI headed into the kitchen, wanting to clear my head. The quiet sounds of chopping vegetables, the simmer of a pan—cooking had always been my escape, even when I was a kid. Emily was resting in the other room, and I figured she could use a good meal. After everything that happened, she deserved something normal. Something that didn’t remind her of the nightmare she had just escaped.I heard the soft shuffle of feet behind me and turned around to see her, dressed in my clothes. They were a little too big on her, but she looked comfortable, almost at peace for the first time since I’d found her. My heart clenched at the sight, a mix of emotions I wasn’t used to feeling.“Smells good,” she said with a small smile, walking closer to the counter. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”I turned back to the stove, focusing on the food instead of her. “When I was a kid,” I answered, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “Had to learn since… I didn’t have a mother to do it for
CedricI clenched my fists as I prepared to leave, the frustration boiling beneath my skin. This entire situation was spiraling out of control. Emily had been missing for days, and with each passing moment, the stress gnawed at me. I could barely think straight. My mind was clouded with a mix of anger, fear, and something I didn’t want to admit—regret.Claude, of course, wasn’t helping.“You really think you’ll find her here?” he asked, trailing behind me like an annoying shadow. His tone was casual, almost amused, as if this whole thing was some kind of game to him.I stopped in my tracks, spinning around to face him. “Why the hell are you following me?” I snapped, my patience running thin. “This isn’t a joke, Claude. Emily’s missing, and I don’t have time for your games.”He raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. “Relax, Cedric. I’m just here for the show. You know how much I enjoy watching you squirm.”I narrowed my eyes at him, resisting the urge to punch
Elliott The door creaked open as I pushed it with my shoulder, my arms full of clean clothes for Emily. I wasn't sure if she'd be awake, or if she even wanted to see me. But I needed to check on her, to make sure she was comfortable. As I stepped into the room, the first thing I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. The clothes slipped from my hands and fell to the floor.Emily stood there, barely dressed, her skin still glistening with the moisture from her shower. The sight of her half-naked body froze every coherent thought in my mind. My pulse quickened as my eyes roamed over her, unwillingly taking in every inch of her exposed skin. I wasn't prepared for this.She didn't seem to notice my reaction. "Your bathroom is amazing." she said casually, as if she wasn't walking toward me like that. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed hard, trying to pull my thoughts back together.I averted my eyes, forcing myself to look anywhere but at her. "Here," I muttered, picking up the clothes and t