Chapter 23“I missed you,” Kathryn said finally, her voice muffled. “Oh, my baby,” her mom replied, pulling back just enough to look at her face. “I missed you so much. What took you so long to come home?” Kathryn smiled weakly, trying to hold back more tears. “Life,” she said simply. Their mom nodded, cupping Kathryn’s face in her hands. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.” Trisha leaned against the wall, watching the reunion with a satisfied smile. “Told you this was a good idea,” she said, crossing her arms. Their mom turned to Trisha and swatted her playfully. “You should have told me! I would’ve prepared something special.” Kathryn laughed softly, wiping her eyes. “You’re always prepared, Mom.” Their mom chuckled, pulling both of them into a group hug. “Come inside, both of you. Tell me everything. I want to hear it all.” ——Kathryn sat on the old familiar couch, running her fingers over the fabric. It felt strange but comforting to be back. Her mom sat acr
Chapter 24The morning sun was soft, casting a glow over the Alberto mansion’s garden. Fiona was crouched low, her hands carefully trimming the overgrown edges of the flowerbed. The vibrant flowers swayed gently in the breeze as she worked, humming softly to herself. Her focus was sharp, making sure not to cut off the wrong stems. Just then, Martins strolled out from the side of the house, his usual easygoing stride carrying him toward her. He noticed how absorbed she was in her task and smirked slightly. “Still at it, Fiona?” he called out. She glanced up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and narrowed her eyes. “These flowers won’t trim themselves,” she replied politely, but there was a teasing edge to her tone. He chuckled, stepping closer. “Is Lyon still inside?” “Yes,” Fiona said, her voice lowering slightly. She looked at the house briefly, then back to her work. Martins nodded and started for the door, his hand reaching for the handle. But just as he was about
Chapter 25The next few hours were a whirlwind. Lyon worked closely with the finance team, going through spreadsheets line by line to identify where the issues were. His sharp eye for detail and quick thinking helped uncover the mistake, a junior accountant had mistakenly duplicated several entries. Once the error was fixed, Lyon instructed the team to generate corrected reports. He personally reviewed them before giving his approval. Meanwhile, Martins returned with the PR team’s draft statement, which Lyon fine-tuned to ensure it struck the right tone. By the time everything was resolved, it was well past noon. The board members, visibly relieved, thanked Lyon for his leadership. As he left the conference room, the assistant who had first briefed him approached cautiously. “Sir, the media has already started sharing the revised statement. Public response seems positive so far.” Lyon gave her a brief nod. “Good. Make sure the reports are sent to every stakeholder before the e
Chapter 26His laughter wasn't one of joy, but of triumph, like he had orchestrated the whole thing for his own amusement. Lyon’s heart skipped a beat as the words echoed in the air, and everything seemed to stop for a moment. "Du…what?" Martins muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to Lyon. They both watched in disbelief as the man continued to laugh, his body shaking with the force of it. It was as if the entire world had been fooled, like they had walked right into a trap that they couldn’t even see. The blood-stained man raised a hand, still laughing as if the joke was the punchline of some twisted comedy show. “You thought you could save the day, huh?” he jeered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, guess what? You’ve just been played.”Lyon’s breath hitched. He felt the weight of the man’s words like a punch to the gut. It was as if the whole scene, the angry crowd, the stolen goods, the chaos, had been a set-up, an act to manipulate him into making the wrong decision
Chapter 27Kathryn laid quietly on the bed, staring at her phone that had been ringing. “Lyon…” she muttered and sighs deeply.“There's no way I'm answering this call,” Kathryn said, pushing the phone away.Trisha pushed open the door to Kathryn's room slowly, peeking inside before stepping fully in. The sight in front of her made her sigh heavily. Kathryn was curled up on the edge of the bed, her face turned toward the wall. Her phone lay on the floor, a few feet away, as though it had been tossed aside in frustration.“Lyon, right?” Trisha’s voice broke the silence, soft but with an edge of irritation. Kathryn turned her face slightly and gave a faint nod. Trisha walked over, picked up the phone, and placed it on the nightstand. Then she crossed her arms and leaned against the dresser, shaking her head. “I never liked that Lyon of a guy for one day,” she said bluntly. “If not for Dad, I swear, I would have told you not to go back to him.”Kathryn didn’t say anything. Her hands res
Chapter 28Lyon stepped out of the house, his movements sharp, but there was a tension in the way his shoulders held. His suit was crisp, his tie slightly undone, but he didn’t care. He adjusted his cufflinks once, twice, as though trying to focus his restless energy. Martins was already outside, leaning casually against the car door, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as Lyon approached, immediately straightening and slipping the phone into his pocket. "Sir," Martins greeted, opening the car door for him. Lyon didn’t waste time. “We’re going to Kathryn’s house,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge that left no room for discussion. Martins paused for a split second, his brows pulling together slightly in silent question, but he quickly nodded. He walked around to the driver’s side, pulling open the door. Just as Lyon was about to step into the car, Fiona came hurrying out from the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her apron.Lyon's suit was sharp, perfectly tailo
Chapter 29Lyon stepped forward hesitantly, his hands hovering in the air as though unsure if he was allowed to touch her. But seeing her like that, so broken and vulnerable, pushed him past his hesitation. Gently, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around her trembling frame. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair. “I’m so sorry, Kathryn. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”Kathryn didn’t resist. Instead, she melted into him, her hands gripping his jacket tightly as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. The warmth of his embrace, the steadiness of his voice, broke down the last of her defenses. Her tears soaked through his shirt, but Lyon didn’t care. He held her as though letting go was no longer an option, his arms tightening around her with each passing second. From a few feet away, Martins stood watching the scene unfold. He leaned against the car, his arms crossed, his face a mask of quiet contemplation. He h
Chapter 30Kathryn’s father took Lyon's hand,, shaking firmly, his grip lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” he remarked, glancing at the spread on the table before returning his attention to Lyon. “I guess you’re here for your wife?” he continued, his tone light but laced with something that wasn’t entirely welcoming. Kathryn's mom stared angrily at him for welcoming Lyon so well, knowing fully well, what he had done.The dining table was finally clear, and the clatter of plates being stacked and taken to the kitchen echoed faintly through the room. Lyon sat upright in his chair, his gaze shifting from the cleared table to Kathryn’s mother, who was meticulously wiping her hands with a towel. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then spoke. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he said, his tone respectful but slightly uneasy. “It was delicious.” Kathryn’s mother didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at him. Instead,
Chapter 60A month passed in a jiffy. Finally, Lyon and Kathryn could have their baby.Lyon and Kathryn arrived at the hospital with quiet excitement, the kind that comes when you know life is about to change forever. The ride there had been mostly silent, Kathryn holding Lyon’s hand the entire way, her mind racing as Martins drove. For weeks, they had dreamed of this moment, and now it was finally here.When they stepped into the hospital, the halls were familiar, but everything felt different this time. There was no rush, no panic. Lyon held onto Kathryn gently as they made their way to the nursery.A nurse met them with a kind smile, “Mr. and Mrs. Alberto, I’ll get your son for you.”Kathryn’s breath caught as the nurse disappeared behind a door. Her fingers gripped Lyon’s arm. “I can’t believe we’re finally bringing him home,” she whispered.Lyon looked at her, his voice low and calm. “We’ve waited long enough.”The nurse returned, pushing a small bassinet with their baby in it, w
Chapter 59“It's a boy!” The doctor said, turning back, grabbing Lyon's hand, who was on his knees, for a handshake, “congratulations once again, Mr Lyon.”They weren't allowed in for some hours, though they stood at a distance.“You can see her now.” One of the nurses said as Lyon nodded.Lyon walked into the room quietly, the soft beeping of the machines filling the silence. He stood there for a moment, just watching Kathryn, her face peaceful as she slept. It felt unreal, how close he had come to losing her. But now she was here, still breathing, still alive. He could hardly believe it.Turning to Martins and James, Lyon spoke softly. “I need a minute with her,” he said, voice rough. “I’ll be out in a bit.”The two men nodded, understanding without needing to say much. They stepped out, leaving Lyon and Kathryn alone in the room.Lyon moved to her bedside, the sound of his footsteps too loud in the stillness. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand gently in his, feeli
Chapter 58“Kathryn…!!!” Lyon shouted, his mouth opened wide.Kathryn’s scream echoed in the room, the sound of pain slicing through Lyon like a knife. He watched helplessly as she jerked in the chair, her leg buckling under the force of the shot. Blood began to pool around her, spreading across the floor, and Lyon’s mind went blank. He couldn’t breathe.Kathryn!” He shouted, struggling against the men holding him, his body trembling. She was everything to him. His life. His future. And now, this monster, Wendy, was trying to take her away from him.Kathryn’s breath was shallow, her face a mask of pain. Her body was shaking, but she still managed to look at Lyon, her eyes filled with tears.“Lyon... I... I’m sorry,” she whispered, but it barely registered through the haze of panic in his mind. He didn’t know if she was apologizing for what had happened, for what Wendy was doing to her... or maybe it was for something else.But he couldn’t think about that right now. He had to save he
Chapter 57Lyon had barely loosened the last knot on Kathryn’s restraints when a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room. The sound was smug, sharp, like a knife slicing through the air.“Well, well, well…” Wendy’s voice came from the doorway, sickly sweet and dripping with malice. Lyon’s head snapped up, and there she stood, leaning against the frame with a cruel smirk plastered across her face. Two enormous men flanked her, their broad shoulders filling the entryway like silent, unmovable walls.“I’ve been expecting you, Lyon,” Wendy purred, taking a slow step into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. Her confidence oozed from every step, every calculated motion.Lyon’s entire body stiffened. He rose to his feet, shielding Kathryn instinctively as if his presence alone could protect her. “Wendy…” His voice was low, strained, fighting the rage building in his chest. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”Wendy’s smirk deepened as her eyes locked with his. “You t
Chapter 56Lyon stepped off the plane, barely feeling the ground beneath his feet. The cool breeze brushed his face, but it didn't calm anything he was feeling.He pulled his phone out from his pocket, he dialed Martins’ number, his hand trembling slightly.“Where are you?” Lyon’s voice was tight, sharp, cutting through the noise of the bustling airport. His eyes darted around, scanning the crowd.“Right outside. I’m here.” Martins’ voice was steady but had that edge of urgency.Lyon pushed through the throngs of people.The noise, the movement, all of it was a blur. He didn’t stop until he spotted Martins near the car, waving with a slight tilt of his head. Without a word, Lyon slid into the passenger seat, the door slamming shut behind him. Martins pulled away from the curb, the tires rolling like they, too, knew there wasn’t time to waste.Inside the car, silence hung heavy. Lyon’s mind was racing, the weight of every possible outcome pressing down on him like bricks. His phone buz
Chapter 55Lyon gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as the voice on the other end came through."We've found where Kathryn is," the voice said.Lyon stopped dead in his tracks. His heartbeat felt like it had jumped to his throat. "Where?" he said sharply, his voice low but steady."An old warehouse just outside the city," the voice continued, pausing for a second. "But Lyon… it's Wendy. She's not working alone. There's something off about everything.”Lyon’s mind raced, staring straight at the empty space ahead of him. Wendy. Of course. “Wendy’s cunning. This isn’t going to be simple, but, it will.” Lyon muttered to himself. He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying to keep his rage in check. “Listen, make more investigation. Keep a close eye on Wendy. I’ll be there in two hours.”“Understood.” The line went dead.Lyon lowered the phone and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady the storm coming up inside him. When he opened them again, they were cold and
Chapter 54MR LYON ALBERTO–ALLEGED MULDER DISMISSED FROM HIS CHAIRMANSHIP POSITION AT OIL GAS WORLD WIDE.Trisha read from the headies, everything happened so fast and Trisha imagined the string this Wendy lady pulled, because it seemed like she connected everything waiting to pull and she did.“Where are we headed right now?” Inquisitive, Trisha inquired.“The station,” Martins replied. “We have to get our next line of action from Lyon.”———Kathryn gasped awake, the shock of ice-cold water jolting her back to life. Her chest heaved, her hair soaked and sticking to her face. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, and that’s when she saw her.Wendy. She stood there smirking, arms crossed like she’d been waiting for this moment all her life.Wendy let out a slow, cruel laugh. “Oh, look who’s awake. Did you enjoy your little nap, Kathryn?”Kathryn didn’t answer, her heart pounding in her chest. Her wrists ached where the ropes dug into her skin, her ankles just as trapped. “Wendy… wh
Chapter 53Lyon's mind was racing, trying to piece together the situation. His gut told him something wasn’t right. “I have this feeling... It is Wendy. I just know it.”Martins stood quietly beside him, his arms crossed as he observed the scene. He didn’t speak at first, just watching Lyon carefully. “The police should be reporting back soon,” Martins said, his voice calm despite the tension. “But we can’t just wait for them. This is moving too fast.”Lyon paused in his pacing and turned to look at Martins. There was a silent understanding between them, and Lyon’s gaze hardened. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what to do. He had to act now.He turned back to Trisha, crouching down in front of her. His eyes softened for a moment, though his voice was still firm. “Trisha, listen to me. We’ll find her. I promise you, we’ll bring Kathryn back.”Trisha’s eyes welled up with fresh tears as she looked at him. She shook her head slowly. “I should’ve... I should’ve done something. I was to
Chapter 52The sun was warm, and a light breeze rustled the trees. Kathryn let out a slow breath as they walked, taking it all in.“See? Feels nice, right?” Trisha said, glancing over at her.Kathryn nodded slowly. “I guess it’s not so bad.”“Not so bad?” Trisha laughed. “Please. I know you’re enjoying this.”A faint smile crept onto Kathryn’s face. “Maybe a little.”Trisha looked at her, her voice softening. “You’ve been through a lot, Kath. I know you don’t like to talk about it, but you’re back now. That’s all that matters.”Kathryn glanced down, her steps slowing a bit. “It’s just... sometimes I don’t know if I’m ready. Being here again... it’s not easy.”Trisha squeezed her arm gently. “One step at a time. That’s all you need to do. And when you don’t feel strong enough, I’ll remind you that you are.”Kathryn looked at her sister, her throat tightening for a second. “Thanks, Trish. You always know what to say.”“Of course I do. It’s my job as your annoying little sister,” Trisha