Stacy’s POVIt’s starting to get dark, Ella already fell asleep on the floor beside me, she had cried so much earlier and I had no choice but to hold back my tears and be strong for her. I wonder if Marcelo is back and has discovered we aren’t home.I need to find a way to escape but I can’t think of any. Our hands are still tied to our back, I wonder how uncomfortable it is for Ella. She’s just a little girl who wanted to have fun and wanted a few days off.She got out to have fun but she got kidnapped instead. I’m sure she would have a bad perspective about a life outside the mansion.I heard footsteps coming our way and soon someone entered. I gaze warily as one of the masked men who kidnapped us entered with a tray in his hand. He's smirking as he sets down the tray of food. I can see his eyes gleaming with malice behind the mask he wore which covered the upper part of his face and the lower part leaving his eyes, nose and mouth exposed.“Enjoy your meal, ladies,” he sneers, his v
Marcelo’s POVI pace back and forth in my study, my mind racing with thoughts of Ella and Stacy. They should be home by now, but there's no sign of them. I try to push aside the growing sense of unease, telling myself they're probably just out having fun.Maybe they decided to go shopping, or did they go visit Stacy’s mum in the hospital or is it her friend’s place. I know for a fact that Stacy didn’t go out to see Betty today, if not my private investigator would have called me to tell me saw them together. And I don’t think Stacy would have taken Ella to see her mum in the hospital. I mean Ella doesn’t even know about her mother's sickness.I feel like I’m going crazy right now, I’ve created different scenarios in my head, I’m so frustrated and Ryan isn’t here yet. If Cathy is here she would have known what to do and who to call. The problem now is that I don’t know where to start looking for them.They should have at least told me they were going out, I would have known where to lo
Marcelo’s POVIt was long before Ryan arrived at the mansion and met me in my office.“Boss,” he said as he entered,I turned to look at him. “Ryan, you're here,” I said.“Yes boss, what’s the next line of action,” he asked.“I really don’t know to be honest that’s why I called you here, you know what let’s start by checking the surveillance cameras around the area.” I suggested.“That might take time sir. Sir, remember you gave Ella a necklace you told me to prepare some months back?” He asked,“Yes I do remember, what about it and what does that have to do with finding them?” I asked, in frustration.Why is he bringing up a stupid necklace in this situation when we have bigger issues. I remember telling him to prepare a necklace for Ella after Stacy found her then and I just wanted to give her something as a gift and I thought a necklace would be a good idea and truth be told she loved the necklace when I gave her but I still don’t know how it can help us in this situation.“I might
Stacy’s POVAfter I finished feeding Ella, the man tied our hands back but didn’t cover our mouths this time at least we will be able breathe well . He proceed to pack the tray and left us in the room.Now, we're sitting in a dark, damp room, our hands tied behind our backs. I can hear Ella’s ragged breathing beside me, and I try to reassure her with a gentle nudge.“Stacy , I'm scared," she whispers, her voice trembling.“Don't be, everything will be fine baby, we will be out of here soon.” I reply, trying to keep my own fear at bay. “We'll get through this. Marcelo will find us.”“Stacy I’m sorry,” she said.“Sorry for what?” I asked confused on why she is apologizing.“If I didn’t beg you to come to the park with me, we wouldn’t be here, we would be in the mansion handing dinner,” she said with tears in her eyes.“It’s not your fault baby, it’s the bad guys fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You are just a little eight year old that wants to have fun and you aren’t wrong for want
Marcelo’s POVThompson speed through the night, my heart racing with anticipation. I've finally tracked down the location of Ella and Stacy. I can't believe I indulged Jones so much that made him have the boldness to take them. He has no idea who he’s messing with, he must think I’m the Marcelo he knew some years ago.As we draw closer, my mind replays all the scenarios that could have led to this. I should have been more careful, more vigilant. But I won't make that mistake again.I glance at Thompson, who is driving while I ride shotgun. “We're getting close,” he says, his voice steady.My private investigator is currently at the back and he’s eyes are fixated on the screen of the laptop making sure that we are heading towards the right direction while Ryan is in the second car behind us with some of our men. Marlo would be joining us there, then the more men we have with us the better.I can feel my anger simmering just below the surface. Jones will is going to pay for what he has
Stacy’s POVI strain my ears, trying to pick up any sound that might indicate someone is coming. The silence is deafening, and I'm starting to lose hope. Ella is still beside me sleeping in the most uncommon position.Suddenly, I hear a faint noise. Footsteps. Light, cautious footsteps. My heart skips a beat as I try to locate the source of the sound.The footsteps grow louder, and I can tell they're coming from outside the room. I see Ella stir in her sleep,A woman enters the room, her eyes scanning us before settling on me. She's dressed in a simple black shirt and black pants, her hair pulled back in a ponytail but her face covered with a mask.“Who are you?” I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.The woman doesn't answer. Instead, she walks over to me and examines the ropes binding my wrists. She nods to herself, then pulls out a small knife and begins to cut through the ropes.I'm shocked. “What are you doing?” I ask, my mind racing.The woman finally speaks, her voice low an
Marcelo’s POVI'm currently sitting in front of the car, while Marlo is in the backseat with my PI. Marlo already left his car where he met us earlier and joined us in the car."Sir, I'm not getting anything," My private investigator said, his eyes fixed on his laptop while he drove profusely as we kept driving towards the location of the warehouse.I nod, my mind racing. Where did they go? Can they really be in the warehouse like Marlo suggested? I really hope they will be there, what will I do if I don’t see them? I thought, I keep asking myself different questions.But then, just as we're turning the corner onto the warehouse street, My PI eyes light up. ‘“ir, I've got something!”I turned to look at him. “What?” I asked,“The signal is back, although it’s a little weak but there’s hope it means they are still within the perimeter sir,” he explains.“Good Good, Thompson, step on the pedal, we need to find them,” I ordered.As we moved closer my PI kept typing furiously on the keypa
Stacy’s POVCathy, did you hate me that much?” I asked with tears in my eyes.“I f**king hates you with all the fibre in my body and yes I told her to take you because since you came and Marcelo ignores me, something he hasn't done before. He starts listening to you more while he sees me as evil, he looks at you in a way he has never looked at me when I’m the one that has been by his side from the very beginning,” she said all at once, her words dripping with disgust and her hatred for me.“But you know the whole truth, you know why he married me, you know it’s all a charade.” I said.“Of course I know but why did he choose you for that charade and not me? I’ve sacrificed my time for him, I’ve served him and protected him with all my strength yet he picked you just because you saved his sister. That doesn’t beat everything I’ve done for him,” she yelled.“I didn’t choose for this to happen, you know he came to me first.” I explained with tears in my eyes. I can’t wrap my head around a
Marcelo’s POVI walk back into Stacy’s hospital ward, my mind still reeling from the news about Cassie. I'm glad to be back by her side, to see her safe and recovering.I already called her friend after Ryan sent her number, she almost screamed my ears off when I told her Stacy is in the hospital. I wonder what she would do if she hears the circumstances surrounding it.As I sat down in the chair beside her bed waiting for her friend to come I did something weird that I don’t think I’ve ever done before, I sang. I sang, “stay with me,” by Sam smith.I didn’t know when the door opened, until I saw a familiar face in my peripheral vision. It's Jennifer and she was giving me a weird look.“What?” I asked.“Nothing. Don’t just ever try using singing as a career,” she says in a mocking tone. I scowled at her immediately and she turned back.“So,” Jenny says softly, as she approaches the bed. “How is she?”“She’s stable,” I said, repeating what the doctor said.“What really happened?” She a
Marcelo’s POVThe doctor comes out of the operating room, a look of relief on his face. “It's done,” he says. “The bullet is out, and she's stable.”I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you doctor,” I said gratefully.“But there’s one more thing;” he said and my heart beat accelerated. “We can’t say when she will wake up,”“Do you mean she’s in a coma?” I asked,“I won’t put it that way, you know in a coma we aren’t sure if the patient will wake up but I can assure you your wife will wake up so literally she’s not in coma. Let’s say she’s taking a deep sleep,” he explains.I nod my head not knowing what to say. At least there’s hope that she will be up.“We will move her to the private ward as you requested,” he said. I gave him a small grateful smile.I watch as the nurses wheel her into the ward while I follow closely behind them.After they left I sat beside Stacy’s hospital bed, my heart racing with anxiety as I gaze at her pale face. Just hours ago, she was in the clutches of that
Stacy’s POVI feel myself floating, weightless, in a sea of darkness. I try to open my eyes, but they won't budge. I'm trapped in this abyss, unable to escape.I remember being shot by Cassie, it feels like I’m in the warehouse again, this time it’s just me and Cassie and she’s pointing a gun at me and threatening to shoot me and I was pleading for her not to shoot me but she didn’t listen and shot me but before I could fall to the ground. I’m suddenly transported to a vivid dream. I'm walking through a beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the warm sunshine. Marcelo by my side, holding my hand. We're laughing and smiling, without a care in the world. I didn’t see Cassie or Cathy in this dream and I didn’t see Mr Jones or the masked men here. Everywhere looks so beautiful and peaceful.But the dream shifts, and I'm back in the darkness. I hear beeping sounds and muffled voices. I try to speak, but my voice is barely a whisper. The sound of the beeps reminds me of my mo
Marcelo’s POVCassie is still pointing her gun at me, we all look helpless even Cathy, her sister can’t stop her. Seems like this Cassie lady is living in her own delusion.“Chris brings that bitch in,” Then I see Chris bring Betty in from an entrance different from the one we came in. No wonder we didn’t see anyone outside. There's another entrance that leads to the underground.Betty is gagged and bound, her eyes wide with fear. Chris stands there unable to look me in the eyes.I feel a rush of emotion as I take in the sight. Betty, the woman I once loved, now a pawn in this twisted game.How did she even get involved from the very beginning? I don’t think I can ever see her the same way anymore, the betrayal, the pain and the torture I went through because I thought she died because I couldn’t protect her not knowing she was working with them.Cassie laughs. “Surprise,” she says. “I decided to do a small reunion for you and your women,” she said, still laughing.I feel a wave of ra
Marcelo’s POV“Story time,” Cassie screamed. I’m starting to think she’s actually bipolar because of someone who was pointing a gun a few minutes ago.“There was a man and woman, they were lovers and the woman loves him and the man loves the woman so much or that’s just what the woman thinks.”“During their time together the man wants to be rich and was looking for something else but the woman loves him regardless. Then one day the man started making little money, then he decided the woman wasn't good enough for him and you know what he did?” She asked, looking around the room like the maniac she is. Waiting for someone to give her an answer.“How are we supposed to have the answer to your question,” I said with a scowl on my face. I just wanted to strangle her.“Maybe you don’t but my sister does,” she said pointing at Cathy.“Anyway moving on,” she continues. “He left her, he left the woman that loves him for another woman. The woman tried to find love again after the betrayal but s
Marcelo’s POVI keep looking at the weird lady Cassie, apparently she has been watching me for a long time then it clicked. She’s definitely the one that sent a picture of me and my private investigator.“Wait, wait, before you start your story have you been the one sending me pictures?” I asked,“Oh that is one of the many things I’ve done to you,” she laughed. I’m trying to wrap my head around all of this. Then she speaks again. “You remember when your wife was followed when she came to visit you one time? Yes I did that too in fact Chris the head of your security was behind the wheel,” she revealed.I can see Stacy’s surprised expression and Ella is just looking confused. She obviously doesn’t understand what’s going on, I need to get her out of here. I signalled Marlo who was standing close to me and whispered something to him.“Get both of them out of here safely,” I told him.But before Marlo can move, Cassie steps forward, her hand emerging from her jacket with a gun. “I don't
Stacy’s POVI see the door of the room burst open, and my heart skips a beat as I see Marcelo standing in the doorway, his gun drawn and a fierce look in his eyes. He looks scary, I haven’t ever seen him like this before but today he looks so different. And behind him is one of the men I’ve seen around the mansion, I think he’s name is Thompson or so.“Ella, Stacy,” he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse.I'm shocked, disbelieving. How did he find us? How did he get here so fast? I knew he was going to come for us but I didn’t think he would find us quickly especially in the middle of the night.Marcelo’s eyes scan the room, looking at everyone in the room. He rushes towards us, his face etched with worry and relief.“Are you guys okay?” He asks, his voice laced with emotion. I nod, still in shock. “Y-yes, we're fine.”He pulls us into a tight hug, holding us close. “I was so worried about you,” he whispers. “I'm so sorry I didn't protect you better.” He sounded l
Marcelo POVAs we go down the stairs, I discover the place is even wider than I thought. How can anyone think of building an underground here? I would have argued this type of place isn’t in the warehouse to even think it’s this wide.We soon got to the end of the stairs, as Thompson and I moved deeper into the darkness, I could hear noise coming from the top meaning there is chaos outside my men have attacked.I stopped immediately and I saw a room that has a door. This is probably where the voice has been coming from. The voice is getting clearer and I can make out some of the conversation.“Then why did you agree to the contract? Why didn’t you just say no? You're just a f**king gold digger.” I hear a familiar voice, I think I can tell who it is but I’m not so sure yet.“My mum was sick, I had to agree because I needed the money for her surgery, what could I have done,” That’s definitely Stacy’s voice, there’s no way I can miss that.“I really don’t care, you know, but now I’m lite
Stacy’s POVCathy, did you hate me that much?” I asked with tears in my eyes.“I f**king hates you with all the fibre in my body and yes I told her to take you because since you came and Marcelo ignores me, something he hasn't done before. He starts listening to you more while he sees me as evil, he looks at you in a way he has never looked at me when I’m the one that has been by his side from the very beginning,” she said all at once, her words dripping with disgust and her hatred for me.“But you know the whole truth, you know why he married me, you know it’s all a charade.” I said.“Of course I know but why did he choose you for that charade and not me? I’ve sacrificed my time for him, I’ve served him and protected him with all my strength yet he picked you just because you saved his sister. That doesn’t beat everything I’ve done for him,” she yelled.“I didn’t choose for this to happen, you know he came to me first.” I explained with tears in my eyes. I can’t wrap my head around a