In New York, the Livingston household was enveloped in an atmosphere of turmoil and frenzy. The sudden disappearance of Bella had stirred a tempest within the usually composed and rigid family.Richard and Isabella Livingston were both stricken with disbelief and anger, but mostly it was rage. Their attempts to locate Bella had hit numerous dead ends, sending ripples of frustration through the household. Calls were made, investigators summoned, but there was no trace of their daughter.Isabella paced the living room, her eyes clouded with concern. "Richard, we need to find her. Who knows what she's gotten herself into? We can’t allow this pregnancy to progress or the bastard to become public knowledge."Richard, trying to maintain his composure, paced in tandem with his wife. "I've reached out to everyone I know, but there's no sign of her. She vanished into thin air. Even Reid is trying to locate her. How the hell had she the resources to vanish like this?"The house was filled with
Reid's sanctuary was the leather-clad couch in his living room, yet its comfort couldn't shelter him from the tempest of old memories that crashed through his mind like a relentless storm. As he reclined, the shadows of the past clawed their way back, haunting him with memories of what he once believed was happiness alongside Victoria.He recalled the euphoria of his initial success as an investor. It was a time when life seemed to pivot towards prosperity, a stark contrast to the hardships that had marked his earlier years. Money was finally a companion, not an elusive dream, and for someone who'd known deprivation, it felt nothing short of miraculous.In the mosaic of memories, Victoria's presence was bright, but the luster had faded with time, revealing the blemishes beneath the surface. Reid remembered the tense exchanges they shared over her father's ailing restaurant. She'd implored him to invest more, painting it as a family legacy that needed rescuing.Initially, Reid had been
Reid woke up the next morning feeling as though he'd traversed a tempest in his dreams. The memories, long buried and painstakingly avoided, had surged forth like a relentless tide, drowning him in the agony of the previous day. He cast a disconcerted glance at the abandoned glass of whisky on the nightstand, its contents a stark reminder of the previous night's unspoken turmoil. Rubbing his eyes, he staggered out of bed, his mind still lingering in the labyrinth of his haunting past.The ensuing days slipped by in a haze for Reid, his determination to dive headfirst into work a subconscious defense against the unsettling thoughts that threatened to consume him. With relentless dedication, he buried himself in projects, his focus a facade shielding him from the impending results of his medical tests. Fertility. The word echoed in his mind, a spectre of uncertainty he was unwilling to confront.Amidst the cacophony of ringing phones and buzzing emails, one persistent caller stood out—R
As Bella delved deeper into her writing, her days were often an intricate dance between creativity and the trials of pregnancy. At times, the words flowed effortlessly from her mind to the screen, while on others, her focus wavered, disrupted by dizzy spells and mood swings. The weight of her changing body sometimes made it hard to concentrate, but she persisted, determined to forge ahead.Weeks went by, marking the passage of time and the steady growth of her baby. It was around her 20th week when she felt the first gentle fluttering movements within her womb. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her as she placed a hand on her belly, tears streaming down her cheeks. These tiny, fluttering sensations were like the soft whispers of hope, reminders of the miracle she was nurturing within.She found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Amidst the joy of feeling her baby move, there were moments of longing for the life she had left behind in New York. Memories of her family,
The relentless tick-tock of the clock echoed through Reid's office, mirroring the impatience and frustration that consumed him. Another week had slipped away since the revelation of his medical results and the undeniable truth that the child growing in Bella's belly was his. The weight of the unknown gnawed at him, pushing him to the brink of insanity.Seated behind his imposing desk, Reid shot a glance at Boris, his head of security, who stood before him with a somber expression. The air in the room was charged with tension, and Reid's voice cut through the silence, sharp and impatient."Boris, I need answers. It's been a week, and we're no closer to finding her. How is that even possible?" Reid's frustration seeped into every word, the controlled composure he usually wore crumbling in the face of the unknown.Boris sighed, a tinge of apology in his eyes. "Mr. Carter, I've exhausted every resource we have. There are no trails, no hints. It's like she vanished into thin air."Reid cle
As Boris entered Reid's office, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Reid leaned forward, his eyes locked on Boris, his demeanour a mix of tension and eagerness. Boris held a report in his hands, the culmination of their relentless search for Bella."I've got news, Mr. Carter," Boris began, his voice steady but edged with urgency.Reid's focus sharpened, "What is it? Have you found her?"Boris nodded, his gaze meeting Reid's. "We may have a lead. We employed a hacker to track Bella's social media activity, specifically through her best friend Lily's account. Just recently, a new profile accessed Lily's account, and we traced the IP address."Reid's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. "Where? Where is she?"Boris continued, his words measured yet laden with significance. "The IP led us to Dallas, Texas."The name of the city struck a chord within Reid, setting off a whirlwind of emotions. Dallas, the place where Bella had vanished, where their paths had
As the plane's wheels touched down on Texas soil, Reid was greeted by the liaison waiting for him. The liaison, a seasoned local, briefed him on the latest developments regarding Bella's location. With the sun starting its descent, casting an amber hue across the horizon, Reid felt a surge of impatience and determination.He gathered his security team and boarded two SUVs with tinted windows. The vehicles carved their way through the Texas landscape, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Reid's thoughts raced, anticipation fuelling his every breath. The drive seemed interminable, every minute dragging on like an eternity.When they approached the farm, the last rays of daylight were slipping away. Reid instructed his team to stay in the car, not wanting to alarm anyone. With his heart pounding against his chest, he took resolute steps toward the farmhouse. His mind buzzed with a mix of anxiety and determination.Reid reached the door, and with a steadying brea
As Bella untangled herself from Reid's unexpected embrace, she found herself flustered and taken aback by the flood of emotions that moment had unleashed. His tight hug, so filled with sincerity and emotion, was a side of him she had never seen before. She had anticipated a confrontation, perhaps even a demand or threat, but certainly not this display of vulnerability.Looking at Reid's face, she realized she had only seen such expressiveness once before—on the night they had conceived their baby. It was a stark contrast to the usual cold and impassive demeanor he wore like armor, an impenetrable shield.Outside, the sky was transitioning into twilight, signaling the approaching darkness. Bella felt a sudden urgency to use the washroom, a common occurrence in her pregnancy. She glanced at Reid, who seemed momentarily lost in his thoughts, and then asked if he'd like to join her for tea. His nod of agreement was almost eager, surprising her once again.Bella quickly hurried from the ro