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ISABELLA’S POV“We found something.”It was early morning, and Alaric and I drove to the station after the policeman called. My body was still sore from last night, and my heart was beating so fast that I held tightly onto Alaric’s hand. The street was barely empty, yet he managed to maneuver his way, and in minutes, we were standing in front of the police station. I dragged in a big breath as I wondered what news awaited me. This was either going to scar me for life or save my best friend. It was as though he noticed my fear because he held my hand.“If you ever feel uncomfortable, let me know, and we are out of here.” His words held a reassuring tone, which made me slightly calm. Two unfamiliar faces were there when we got to the office they had directed us to. One was sitting in front of a laptop while the other man, who seemed older, stood beside him. “From the tattoo in the picture, we managed to narrow it down to these three men.” The older man informed me, and I watched the
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ISABELLA’S POV Was I dumb for sending a message to this unknown person? Even though the doorman claimed a delivery man delivered it, I wanted to believe he would come again. It was three in the night. I couldn't sleep, even though Alaric had done everything to calm me down. Our flight was scheduled to leave in the morning, and I was pacing up and down the room. “Be a man and face me, coward.” This was the message in the paper I had given him. Did the mystery man collect it yet? My nerves went on the verge of breaking. My heart was hammering so fast against my ribcage while my fingers were as cold as ice. After long, heart-crushing minutes of thinking, I finally snuck out of the room and headed down the elevator. As soon as I stepped out, I saw him in the corridor. “Any news?” I asked and watched him shake his head in denial. An exasperated sign slipped free, and I ran my fingers through my hair, a million trains of thoughts whirling in my head. The weather was chilly, best f
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ISABELLA’S POVWhen I got to the restaurant, four people were inside. It was 6:45, so I sat at the corner, checking the time while I awaited the mystery man. Somehow, the time seemed to stretch longer. “Your chicken, ma’am.” I heard a waiter say, causing me to raise my head and look his way. He was dressed in a brown shirt and pants with a white apron around his neck and holding a tray.“I didn't place an order,” I informed him, watching him smile before placing it down.“You don’t have to worry, ma’am. It has been paid for.” With time, he disappeared behind the doors, standing in the far corner of the shop.My eyes darted around the room in confusion. Something vibrated against my lap, and I pulled out both phones to realise it was the burner phone. “How do you like your chicken?” The voice on the other end penetrated the air.“Who are you? What do you want?” I questioned, firmly gripping the phone. I tried to stop my voice from cracking.“You didn't come all that way to play games
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ALARIC’S POV“How can you tell me to calm down?” I roared, hitting my fist against the wall. A sharp pain coursed through me, but I barely felt it. “My wife is missing, dammit. I don't know what she is going through or if he has his hands on her.” Anger surges through me. The urge to pull this policeman’s gun and shoot the culprit between the eyes engulfed me.The only problem is that we haven't found him yet. If they don’t, I will.I went into our hotel room this morning only to find it empty, and she wasn't even picking up. I had always known my wife to be stubborn and adamant. I should have expected this; maybe I would have been more prepared. I was standing in their office, more like pacing up and down their office. I watched as they tried to track her number since her phone was switched off. It was 11 am already, and it didn't look like she was coming home anytime soon.“Are you sure she didn't mention something to you? We can only deem her missing after twenty-five hours.” Anot
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ISABELLA’S POVI can’t tell how long had passed. Every bit of will had started to seep from me for the hours that passed. My throat was so parched to the point that I could drink my pee. Would that be bad? My stomach was rumbling too. Damn! I should have eaten the rice when I had the chance. Finally, the door burst open with a kick, and I looked up dreamily, hoping it was food. “Step out bitches. Time for some exercise.” The hefty man with the bushy brown beard spoke before five men walked in, pulling each by the arm and shoving us out the door. I dragged my feet weakly as they led us, wiping those who slowed us down. I was so weak, and I knew this wasn't going to be easy.I mean ditching them and finding my best friend. I had to think fast. We had to find a way to leave before being sold. A bright idea popped into my head, and I put my feet forward, causing the lady before me to trip. She crashed into someone, then another and soon, some were on the floor. The men got so pissed,
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ISABELLA’S POVSince they carried Mireille out of this room, I could not sleep. I have spent most of my time crying and blaming my cursed life for making life difficult for me. For us.Was she buried? Where?Those men never came back, so I had no idea who to ask. Days had passed that I was sure of because my strength had diminished, and now I could barely breathe. I haven't had food or water since I stepped in here. My stomach had stopped rumbling at this point, and the worm in it had started feasting on my insides, causing me sharp pains. My throat was so dry that even a drop of water would go a long way.“Is anyone there?” I yelled with all my strength, and desperation to cling to dear faith consumed me. My eyes barely had tears left to cry. “Hello,” I added weakly. My head was falling forward.The door creaked open, and a young-looking male walked forward. He wasn't as huge as the others but he still looked scary. He wore a white cotton shirt, black leather pants, and brown shoes.
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ALARIC’S POVIt didn't work. The police’s effort, the attempt to get the girl to recollect anything, nothing worked. Two days of agony went by, and after night, staring at the space and hoping I didn't have to do the feared, I eventually picked up the phone and made that one call I never wanted to make again.“To what do I owe this call, Mr Wolfe?” Nam’s mocking voice cut through the air, and I felt my stomach churn in annoyance,I exhaled; my palm balled into a fist on my knee. “I need a favour.” I finally let out, and silence lingered in the air, then a crack.“Nothing is free, Wolfy, but what is life without comprises.” He laughed. “You know where to meet me.” With this, he ended the call.I ran my fingers through my hair, a voice scolding me for turning to my worst enemy. But I would do anything for my wife, even if it meant plucking every fingernail of mine off its bud. Hot coal dug deep into my skin even if I had to watch. Isabella wasn't just my wife. She was the reason the s
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THIRD PERSON’S POVAlaric ran his fingers through his hair as he huffed. His anger was brewing, but not at her but himself. Maybe he had overreacted a little. This person was her boss, after all; this was her dream, her line of work, and he might have to accept. But how was he supposed to stand there and watch another man touch his wife?Adjusting his tie, he slammed the car door shut and then stormed after her.“Isa!! Stop!” He ordered, but she didn't budge. She had heard him, but she would be damned to let him have his way. She could feel the volcano in her about to erupt, coupled with the twist deep in her stomach.“Fuck Isa. Do you always have to be so stubborn?” He increased his pace, and so did she. Finally, she sighted the door and stormed in, fiddling with the lock when it was pushed open.“Fuck Isa. Fuck!” He yelled, looking at everything but her. “I am going to have hypertension at this point.” He was breathing heavily and running his fingers through his hair again. “Wha
