** Max **“Jordan, get the team ready. We have a more important task to get done,” I said sternly.“What's going on?” Jordan asked.“Sydney Talker has been kidnapped again right under our noses,” I replied.“This is becoming serious. We have to do something about it but what is the next step that you want to take? I and the team are ready to cover any expenses,” Jordan said.“We are going to storm the Talker's mansion and interrogate every household in that family. Anyone who is susceptible to the events that happened to Sydney Talker will be arrested immediately and tortured until he or she spills the tea about Sydney's whereabouts,” I said.It was not only Spencer that was in rage about what happened to Sydney. I am also angry at whoever that tried to pull this game up for the second time, it was absurd and annoying. But this time, I'm determined to get to the root of the matter. Sydney is a woman with a good heart, no matter the outcome of the things that she has been through in l
** Spencer **As soon as Max told me that Andrea was arrested and the reason behind the arrest, I and Collins rushed to the warehouse where Andrea will be given a special treatment. Her hands have been chained by the time I get there, now the decision to squeeze the truth out of her mouth was in my hands.“What are you planning on doing to her?” Collins asked.“I don't know,” I replied. I was truly confused about what to do next, I badly wanted Sydney to be found as soon as possible but at the same time, I was scared that I might be a little too late and lose Sydney forever. I don't know if torturing Andrea was the best idea.“Come on, man, you have to be sure of what you want to do next… remember that she is helping the mastermind to treat Sydney badly, you have to torture her and make her say the truth,” Collins said.Max tapped me gently on my shoulders. “Can we have a moment outside, Spencer?” He asked.I nodded and followed him to the premises of the warehouse. I knew what that l
“Spencer, what the hell is wrong with you?” Max asked when he had pulled me out of there.I wiped off the beads of sweat on my face. It was as if I was trying to recollect my thoughts back. When I was inside there, I had absolutely lost control and didn't know what I was doing. I can't even believe that I hurt Andrea to that extent, it wasn't intentional but I was not in control of myself.“Max, I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't understand why I lost control earlier,” I replied honestly.I had never seen myself in such a rage before and this was because of Sydney's Kidnapping… What would happen if I eventually lost her?. There will be chaos and burning hell in this city.“You have to learn how to control your emotions especially when you are in rage. What you did to Andrea was terrible and might give people a different perspective about who you truly are. I know that you are angry because Sydney was kidnapped but you have to remember that if you're not calm, you are nowhere cl
** Collins **I returned home after but this time, I had in my mind that the confidence I had about eliminating Spencer easily had vanished. What my eyes witnessed in that warehouse was an enough reason for me to be careful on how I'm tampering with Spencer. He looked bloody, more like when the devil is devouring on his prey. Of course, I know that Andrea is innocent. She wasn't the one who told me about the back gate, the culprit was still in the Talker's mansion and roaming around freely. If it was the culprit that Max had caught and the motherfucker spilled the beans about our deal, I would have been a dead meat by now. “You look so worried, Collins,” Tessa said when she entered the room.“What my eyes have seen today has put a deep fear into my body,” I replied.“Well, suck it in because old man Lee will be here soon. You wouldn't want him to believe that you are a coward and afraid of carrying out one simple task,” she snarled.I went to her swiftly and grabbed her neck. Tessa
I clenched my fists in anger as I entered the empty building where Sydney was being kept in the meantime. This was supposed to be the best time to lure Spencer here and complete the mission but I'm beginning to doubt that doing that immediately would be the best thing to do.My phone rang, it was old man Lee that was calling me. He was damn thirsty for blood and torture that's why he wants me to hurt Sydney so that Spencer's emotional side will be triggered badly.But Sydney is not just any woman, she's pregnant with a child, and hurting her would be the most inhumane thing to do. Spencer would surely kill me if he found out that I hurt Sydney or I was the one behind the kidnap.“Well, are you going to pick up the call or not?” Tessa asked me.My anger increased as her annoying voice rang in my head but I had to suppress it because it wasn't the right time yet. I have to get the power that I long for first before getting her out of my way. In the meantime, I have to tolerate her annoy
** Aiden **Joyceline grabbed my shirt as soon as mother was taken away by Spencer's security team. Her eyes were filled with tears and rage as she glared right into my eyes.“How could you let them take her away like that?” She cried.I just looked at her, dumbfounded by what had happened earlier. I hated Spencer, not because he refused to be business partners with me. It was because I noticed his closeness to Sydney and I dislike that. Even though Sydney and I were torn apart by her inability to have a child, I still have feelings for her because she was the woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Unfortunately, Joyceline came along and gave me what I wanted and in turn, I had to give her what she was after - money, a home and marriage. But after seeing how Spencer was angry because Sydney was kidnapped here, a part of me was devastated as the suspicion of a blossoming relationship between them kicked in my mind. Even although Spencer denied it when I asked him about
I watched from a dark corner as Joyceline waited for Alan in the hallway. My phone was already on sound recording so that the evidence of Alan's confession would be recorded. I don't know how Joyceline wants to pull this off, but I'm hoping that it is going to work out. I needed my mother to be free and also Sydney too. And if it turns out that Alan was truly the one who helped them, I would make sure that he is punished severely for what he did.Few minutes after we waited for him to come along, Alan showed up. He was probably on his way to his room. He stopped a few steps away from Joyceline and folded his arms.“What are you doing here?” He asked.“I'm here to reason with you about something important,” Joyceline replied.Alan scoffed, ‘’And what could that be?”“What else is it going to be about? I want to hear from you how you saw Andrea making unusual calls in this house,” she said.“I don't have time for this banter with you. I've already explained it to them and I'm not going
** Spencer **As soon as I ended the call with Aiden, I called Max. My call with Collins was recorded and sent to the security, so I was waiting for their response so we could swing into action. I was not expecting Aiden to call and tell me that his mother was innocent and Alan was the culprit - damn the crazy Alan.“Spencer…” “Max, something's going on. Aiden just called me to say that Andrea was innocent and Alan is the suspect,” I said.“What did you tell him? Did you tell him about what you did to his mother?” Max asked.“I couldn't bring myself to say it. I'm regretting it but there's no way I can reverse it. I just want to focus on getting Sydney out of that darkened hell that Collins put her in,” I said.“But you should have known better, Spencer. I tried to stop you but you didn't even listen to me, it was as if you were overwhelmed by your emotions.”I sighed, “I know how it felt then. I wanted to stop but my heart was pained by what had happened to Sydney. If I had known th
** Sydney ** The day had finally arrived. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe. The white dress I wore was a dream, elegant and simple, yet breathtaking in its detail. The lace sleeves hugged my arms, and the fabric flowed down like a waterfall, pooling gently at my feet. I could hardly believe it was me. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day I would marry Spencer—the man who had walked into my life at a time when I needed him the most, and the man I had grown to love more than I ever thought possible. The past few months had been a whirlwind, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us. There was a knock at the door, and Lydia, my best friend and now my maid of honor, peeked her head in. “You ready?” she asked with a grin. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, my voice shaking sli
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney ** I had thought about it for days before deciding to make the trip to see Joyceline. Part of me had wanted to avoid her altogether, to leave everything she had done in the past where it belonged—behind me. But there was another part, the part that needed closure, that needed to confront her, not out of anger or vengeance, but to finally put everything to rest. The drive to the jail was long, giving me too much time to think. As I parked the car and walked inside, my heart beat steadily in my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or resolve. It felt surreal, walking into this place, knowing that the woman who had once been my friend had turned against me in such a cruel way. They led me through the dimly lit hallways to a small room, separated by a pane of glass. Joyceline would be brought in soon, and I would finally face her. I sat down on the cold metal chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table as I waited. When she entered, escorted by
** Sydney ** The pen trembled slightly in my hand as I hovered over the final line of the divorce papers. It was surreal to think that after everything, it was finally coming to an end. My marriage to Aiden—the lies, the manipulation, the deceit—was all about to be over with one stroke of a pen. I let out a deep breath and pressed the ink down, signing my name for the last time as his wife. It was done. I was free. I sat back in my chair, feeling both a weight lift off my chest and a strange emptiness settle in its place. It wasn’t like I was sad to see Aiden go. In fact, I was relieved. But the reality of it all—how much I had endured, how much I had fought for, only to end up here—left me feeling raw, exposed. “You alright?” Spencer’s voice cut through my thoughts, gentle but concerned. He was sitting across from me, his eyes soft as he watched me. I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah. It’s just… surreal.” He reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a comfortin
** Spencer ** “Sydney, we need to talk about this now,” I said. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to hold back more tears. “I just… I don’t know what to do or say now.” I gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Sydney. You’re strong. And whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you. Always.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and for a moment, the tension in the room lifted. We sat there in silence, just the two of us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay again. I stayed close to Sydney, watching as the emotions played across her face. Her eyes, once filled with hurt and confusion, softened slightly as the reality of everything settled in. I could see the exhaustion in her, both from the ordeal with Aiden and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on ever since he came back into her life. For a moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I just held her hand, letting the sil
Spencer’s POV I lost track of time after they took Sydney in. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in, and the ticking of the clock in the waiting room was deafening. I kept pacing, back and forth, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if the drug Joyceline gave her had lasting effects? What if the baby was harmed? Every minute felt like a lifetime. Max had come by earlier, sitting with me for a bit before he had to head out. His presence had been grounding, but now I was alone, back to circling the room. The nurses occasionally gave me sympathetic looks, but none of them had any answers. I ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the waiting room swung open. I spun around, my heart pounding as the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. I rushed up to him before he could even say a word. “How is she? Is Sydney okay? And the bab
**Spencer** The tension in the police van was palpable, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence as we raced toward the location Collins had texted me. My hands were clenched tight, knuckles white from the grip I had on my phone. The moment the message had come through, I knew this was it—this was where Joyceline was holding Sydney. A sense of dread had been eating at me ever since I found out what Joyceline had planned. I should have seen it coming. After all, she was never one to back down, especially not when it came to getting what she wanted. But this… this was insane, even for her. I glanced at the police officers sitting beside me, their faces grim and focused. They had been briefed, and they knew how delicate this situation was. Sydney was pregnant, and any wrong move could not only endanger her but also the baby. The head of the task force, Officer Richards, looked over at me. “We’re almost there. Stay calm, Martin. We’ll handle this.” I nodded, swallowin
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree