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48: The Awakening of the Wolf
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I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. .49: No Sense of Time
Cap.49: No Sense of Time“Lizi…” Molly called as she ran down the hallway, desperately searching for her. “Lizi!!” Her voice echoed down the hall, filled with anguish. Suddenly, the memory of Braston’s office hit her. With her heart pounding, she ran toward it. The door was locked, but from the other side, she could hear the faint crying of the baby.“Lizi, it’s me…” she called, pressing her face against the cold wood. Tears streamed down her face as she anxiously waited for a response. Suddenly, the sound of the lock turning echoed down the hall, and the door slowly opened.“Molly!” Lizi exclaimed, surprised to see her friend’s face covered in blood. “What happened?” The question came in a whisper, full of concern.“Braston, he’s gone crazy!” Molly vented, her tears flowing freely. “He didn’t even seem like himself… Thank goodness you were hiding with my son…” Her voice trembled with emotion as she hugged Lizi tightly.“Yes! Has he calmed down?” Lizi asked, still shaken by what she
Last Updated : 2025-02-07I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. .50: For those who love, everything's fine.
Cap.50: For those wo love, everything's fine. Molly watched him silently as he stood frozen under the water, his eyes lost in thought. Suddenly, he turned his back, pressing his face against the wall. "Is this how it's going to be?" Molly asked with hurt. "Please... Why are you ignoring me?" Her eyes welled up in frustration. He seemed not to hear her, but Braston squeezed his eyes shut, still trying to overcome the image that even Molly had already moved past. "Fabrízio... Do you want me to leave? Do you want me to leave your house?" she asked, hoping to hear some words, but there was nothing. She was starting to feel lost. She didn’t want to leave, but she was also scared to hear him say yes. "Nothing makes sense if I hurt you. It's not worth it, I just want to be alone for a while." "Please..." she pleaded, hugging his waist as the water fell, soaking both of them. "I missed you so much... Is this it? Are you going to keep ignoring me?" She paused, taking a deep breath. "You m
Last Updated : 2025-02-07I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 51: First Birthday
Chapter 51: First Birthday"Finally!" Braston exclaimed as he took his son into his arms after bringing Molly to the room and waiting for her to change. It felt like an eternity since he had last held the little child. The hunger he felt intensified threefold, yet there was no exhaustion in his body. At that moment, however, he was focused on his conversation with his right-hand man, Mustafá./ So? I know you've spent these days investigating. Do you know what they did while we were in the room?/ Braston asked, eager for answers./ Unfortunately, we don’t know what happened in those thirty minutes,/ Mustafá responded regretfully. / At least, we found no signs of abuse./A chill ran down Braston’s spine as he imagined what could have happened. He couldn’t believe how much he had put himself at risk./ Maybe he has plans for the future,/ Braston pondered, concerned./ Are you going to tell Molly about your wife?/ Mustafá asked hesitantly./ I've already said she means nothing to me, and
Last Updated : 2025-02-07I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 52: Matheus Is the Father
Chapter 52: Matheus Is the FatherMolly became even more confused when Matheus entered the hall, accompanied by several men some police officers and another who appeared to be a court official.“This is him, gentlemen,” Matheus calmly pointed at his brother.“Mr. Fabrízio Braston Morrigam?” the court official asked, holding a document.“Yes,” Braston confirmed.“Do you have any record proving that this child is yours?” the official inquired. Molly immediately understood and was overcome with despair.“No, but he is my son,” Braston asserted.“We received a complaint and came with the child’s father to return the child to him and Mrs. Bernarda.”“No chance,” Braston scoffed in disbelief. “Officers, let’s talk in my office. This can be resolved…” Braston tried to say, but his father pulled him aside before he could finish.“Son, come with me,” Jeff urged, worried.“What’s wrong?” Braston asked after stepping away from the crowd.“You can’t negotiate with the local police here. We don’t
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Chapter 53: Nowhere to Hide"Is the location really correct?" Mustafa asked, sweating cold. The city stretched before them, dark and menacing. He knew Madock by name the "mad dog" but the idea of confronting him was terrifying."It is. They’re at his house," Braston replied, his voice firm. His eyes, however, revealed deep concern."Braston... this isn't going to work." Mustafa tried to dissuade him, but he knew it was useless."I just need to make a call." He pulled his phone from his pocket, his expression hardening. "Madock has my son. Even a man like him fears death."As he dialed the number, Mustafa observed the city. The tall, dark houses seemed to watch them. The atmosphere was oppressive, heavy with electric tension./ "Hey, Braston, what a surprise!" Madock answered, his rough, raspy voice echoing through the phone. / "I thought you had retired." / "I did, but you know I never back down. Still, I’ve been keeping quiet lately." / "That’s not what I heard. What the hell are
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Chapter 54: The Best Place“Well, it’s already late. I have to take the baby home, introduce him, and finally sleep in my bed next to my wife with dignity,” he said with a proud air, his voice vibrating with genuine anticipation.Madock watched him with a mix of admiration and concern. “Good luck with your new life. You know as well as I do that this life doesn’t lead to a safe place, so don’t take anyone with you. But if you want someone by your side, leave all this behind,” he advised once more, his grave tone attempting to dissuade his friend.Braston smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know, Madock. But this little one needs a home.” And, as if to confirm his words, he went into the room, finishing dressing the baby in warm clothes. Madock observed from a distance, impressed by how naturally Braston prepared the bottle. The scene was incongruent with the dangerous life they both led, but in that moment, Braston was just a father taking care of his child.“I bet eve
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Chap. 55: Test Result?The darkness of the early morning was interrupted only by a faint moonbeam filtering through the kitchen window as Braston unlocked the door, searching for a glass of water. The dim light revealed Mustafá sitting at the table. Braston found him hunched over the cold wooden surface, his face contorted in frustration, elbows resting on the table, and his head in his hands. A nearly empty glass of wine sat beside him."Still awake?" Braston asked, his voice rough from sleep.Mustafá lifted his gaze, his eyes red and swollen. "I can't sleep, Braston. I can't stop thinking about all of this.""Are you torturing yourself over this?" Braston asked, sitting at the table."It's more than that. This situation is spiraling out of control. And you… you don't seem to care about the danger we're in."Braston sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "I do care, Mustafá. But what can I do? I feel like I'm trapped in a cage.""The paternity test results arrive tomorrow, right?
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Chapter 56: A Prank, a ReliefBraston woke up sweating and breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. Looking around, the dimness of the room enveloped him in a cloak of distress. Molly, beside him, had also woken up, her wide eyes full of concern. The baby, calm, slept in his crib.“What happened?” Molly asked, her soft voice breaking the silence of the dawn. Braston curled up, hugging his knees, the image of the nightmare still vivid in his mind. “Did you have a nightmare?” she pressed, trying to get his attention. He only nodded, his voice faltering.“Ah... so that’s it, come here,” she whispered, opening her arms to embrace him. Braston let himself be enveloped by her warmth, seeking comfort in her embrace. “It was just a nightmare.”“But I hurt you in it... I hurt our son, it was the worst dream I’ve ever had in my life,” he confessed, his voice breaking. The image of Molly lying on the floor, blood staining the stairs, tormented him.“It was just a dream, love,” she repeated,
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Chapter 92: Cave‘No…’ he muttered with a grunt, wanting to curse loudly but holding himself back. ‘What the hell do you want? Weren’t you sleeping?’ he asked, clearly annoyed. ‘I was, but I saw you leaving… Everyone left with their partners and it’s just the two of us. Let’s go out together?’ she asked, as he unceremoniously removed her from his back. ‘Go back home!’ he stated, not even looking her in the eyes. ‘And what about what happened at the hotel?’ she insisted, quickening her pace to stay by his side. ‘Nothing happened! I was drunk, woke up the same way I fell asleep, except without my shirt and with my car vomited in. That’s because this little thing, who doesn’t know how to drink, ruined everything.’ He spoke with irritation, but without raising his tone. ‘When are you going to stop treating me like a child? Are you blind?’ Laysa asked indignantly. ‘I treat women like women. I treat children like children. And you need to stop thinking you’re a woman,’ he grumbled, ir
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Cap.91: What Happened to Matheus"Matheus had moved in with Mariana, returning to his old house in Russia. He didn’t understand why she chose this destination, the same city where his mother had lived."Why are we here?" he asked, confused."My family lives here, and this is our country. Besides, it's been a long time since you visited your mother's grave, right?" she replied, her tone apprehensive.Matheus had only visited that place once after becoming an adult. His last memory of being there was when he was nine. Now, being back made his heart tighten. Life seemed so unfair, and all of this because of the greed of a cruel man."To think my mother was his woman... And that, in the end, he traded her, reduced her to a mistress. I always judged her, thought she was greedy for wanting a rich man. I remember well... One time, I even yelled at her, just days before she was murdered," he said, his voice choking, as his knees touched the snow-covered ground in front of his mother’s grave.
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 90: Beware of him, not me.
Cap.90: Beware of him, not me.Cassius hadn't realized that he had held Laysa in his arms the entire night. She had completely passed out, and both of them were drunk. In the morning, no one remembered anything. Cassius was the first to wake up and, to his surprise, found Laysa’s arms wrapped around him, resting peacefully on his chest. For a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face as he gazed at her serene, smiling expression.However, as his eyes traveled down her body, he noticed her shirt was lifted, revealing part of her backside. His conscience weighed heavily on him, and his expression shifted to concern. Discreetly, he pulled her shirt down to cover her better. He sighed in relief when he saw that she was still wearing her underwear. "Thank God nothing happened," he thought. Then, he checked his own clothes and felt even more relieved to see he still had his pants on."Supposedly, she doesn't remember sleeping on top of me. If I move her slowly, she won't notice. Damn it...
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. second
“To think that I love you,” she muttered, crying.“Cut the crap! I already told you, stop saying that bullshit,” he snapped, annoyed.“Look!” Laysa said, pointing at where they were.“I see it, a hotel. So what?” he replied with disdain.Laysa stared at him in disbelief while he laughed incredulously.“No way. The last time I went into a hotel with you, and mind you, it was an apartment, I got arrested. You’re trouble.”“But I’m a woman now, there’s no problem with that. Look at me! I need a shower; this smell is making me sick.”“The mix of booze and vomit is hell, baby girl. That’s your punishment. And I don’t know who put it in your head that you’re a woman.”“What the hell? What do you think I am, then?” she asked, unable to believe what she had just heard.“Look, I’ll take you there, you’ll clean yourself up, and we’ll leave before the cops show up,” he said seriously.Laysa almost jumped with joy, but Cassius kept his distance from her, clearly uncomfortable.He rented a room an
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 89: Your View of Me
Chap. 89: Your View of MeCassius stayed on the party floor, not far from the stage where the dancers performed. Francine and the girls were going wild, while he, with a stern expression, kept disapproving of the situation. He was close to his limit, thinking about ending the party with gunfire, but he suppressed the urge with alcohol even though he was responsible for taking the group home.Laysa remained near Francine but didn’t blend in. The poor thing only watched Cassius from afar. After three failed attempts to approach him, she drowned her shame in mixed drinks, even after so many rejections.“Lay, stop staring at that brute! Look at how many hot, handsome guys are around!” Francine shouted, trying to compete with the loud music as she pulled her friend to dance.But Laysa had no enthusiasm for anything.“You don’t understand… I love him… I’m crazy about him!” she confessed, her voice thick with alcohol and emotion.“Look, girl, I’ll be honest,” Francine said, already slurring.
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. part:2
"He pushed me?" Laysa murmured to herself, confused. "But there's only one man who would do that..." she said, while Molly fought Braston and Layane practically assaulted Frederick's chest.Laysa didn't waste time."I knew it! Cassius!" she exclaimed, ripping off his mask and throwing herself at him in a hug.Annoyed, Cassius pushed her away and left the stage without saying a word."What?!" Layane reacted, her heart racing. When she took off Frederick’s mask, he stood up furiously and dragged her off the stage without giving her a chance to react."Layla... what is going on?" Molly asked, her face pale and eyes brimming with tears.Layla just stared at her, full of remorse."Oh, Molly... You were advised not to come." That was all she said before turning her back and jumping off the stage straight into Caio’s arms.Molly looked at Braston, hesitant. Summoning her courage, she removed his mask, and as soon as she saw her husband's face, she nearly fainted."Is this a party?" Braston g
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 88: The Sisters’ Punishment
88: The Sisters’ Punishment"Oh, so Layane went to see naked men?" Frederick asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger."But there's still time for you to catch them before the party starts!" Layla assured, anxious about her friends' fate."What do you mean?" Frederick frowned, intrigued."It's only seven o'clock; the dancers don't arrive until eight. You can go now and catch them by surprise!" Layla suggested, clearly uncomfortable."Right now!" Frederick declared, already preparing to leave, but Braston grabbed his arm, thoughtful."Wait, I have a much better idea," Braston said, a malicious smile sparking everyone's curiosity."My wife will have to explain this nonsense to me. A married woman, really? Does she think I'll forgive this? What’s your idea, Braston? Because time is running out." Frederick crossed his arms, impatient."Layla, you're going to take us there. From what I understand, there will only be three men on stage at this party. We'll catch them off guard.""Ge
I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son. 87: The Final Judgment
87: The Final Judgment"Everything is ready. All the suitcases are already downstairs," Cassius announced, carrying his own luggage. The living room was already packed with the belongings of the four men. That night would be the trial, and in the morning, they would leave for Europe.Braston was on the brink of emotional exhaustion, his anxiety eating away at his patience. As a result, he spent most of his time with a closed expression and a distant gaze, almost oblivious to his brothers' conversations."Married life. Ugh!" Cassius spat the words out, noticing Braston’s distracted state and immediately understanding the reason.Braston’s mind seemed dark and turbulent, but he wasn’t the only one in a bad mood."Today is going to be a tense day for the youngest. Let’s get everything organized since he’s convinced that tomorrow he’ll reunite with his beloved. But, honestly, I don’t even want to go. Damn it! Not even with the best investigators can I find my damn wife. If she’s cheating
