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Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter Episode 43
DareWatching Sky go was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. My body felt like it had been dipped in concrete, every muscle burning, but none of that compared to the ache in my chest as she disappeared from my view. I tried to fight, to stop them, but the pain in my stomach and the blood pooling beneath me won out. My vision clouded, the edges of my world darkening until everything went black.When I opened my eyes again, bright lights burned into them, and my head swam. Voices drifted in and out, muffled at first, but soon sharpening just enough for me to catch fragments of their conversation.“You cannot bring him here,” a man complained, his tone irritated but not angry. “You know he's retired, Mark. I don’t treat people outside the pact.”“Do this for me,” Mark’s voice slithered through the haze. Even half-conscious, I could recognize that smug tone anywhere. “You owe me. This is your repayment.”The other man—Dr. Farley, I realized—sighed heavily. “Fine. But if anyone finds
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DareThe world slowly came back to me, my eyelids heavy as I blinked against the darkness surrounding me. My body felt weighed down, and as I tried to move, I realized why. Cold metal dug into my skin, the sharp chill of it biting into my wrists and ankles. I was chained to a chair—thick, silver chains wound tightly around me, crossing my chest and pinning my arms to my sides like a caged animal. My legs were bound to the chair legs, the rough edges of the chains scraping against my skin with every slight movement.The room was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of silence that buzzes in your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own shallow breathing. The air was stale, carrying the faint smell of damp concrete and metal. A faint hum came from above—a ventilation fan, its blades spinning lazily, offering no relief to the oppressive atmosphere.I glanced up, the dim light from a single bulb barely illuminating the room. Shadows danced along the walls, but there was nothing there—no windows,
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Dare The door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder. Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?” I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved. Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.” They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as the
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For a moment, there was silence, heavy and breathtaking. Then Mark straightened, his lips curling into a slow, sinister smile. “You always did have a sharp tongue,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “And you’re right. I’d never let her go, no matter what you said. But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy making you suffer for it.” I didn’t flinch under his gaze, didn’t let him see the flicker of fear that threatened to surface. Instead, I locked my eyes on his, letting him see that no matter what he did, I wasn’t going to break. Mark turned to the men standing by the door and gave a sharp nod. “We’re not done here,” he said, his voice cold and final. “Get him ready for round two.” As they moved toward me, unhooking the chains and dragging me to my feet, I kept my focus on Mark. He could try to tear me apart, to crush me, but he wouldn’t win. Not as long as I kept my silence. Because in this game, silence was my only weapon. And I would wield it until the very end. Once
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Dare Hanging by the cold, unyielding chains, my wrists raw and bloodied, I stared at the door, waiting for the inevitable. It had been three days of this hell, three days of relentless torture as Mark tried to break me. My body was weak, every muscle screaming in pain, but my mind clung to one thing: Sky. As expected, the door creaked open, and Mark strode in, his presence like a dark cloud that suffocated the room. “Hello, Brother,” he greeted, his voice smooth and mocking, as if this were some casual family reunion and not his sadistic playground. I lifted my head, my eyes burning with hatred as I watched him approach. He wore that smug smile, the one he always had when he thought he was in control. “Gonna talk, Dare? Or do you just love seeing me every day?” Mark teased, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. I ignored his taunts, my voice sharp and unwavering as I demanded, “Where is Sky? What have you done to her?” Her name was the only thing that kept me alive, th
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SkyI lay there, vulnerable and exposed, every inch of me trembling not from cold but from the utter helplessness that consumed me. The sterile surface of the table beneath me pressed against my skin, intensifying the humiliation I was drowning in. My breathing was shallow, and my chest heaved with the effort to stay composed, though tears blurred my vision.Mark knelt between my legs, enjoying the view he saw. His smug grin made my stomach churn. I tried to twist my head, desperate to catch a glimpse of Dare through the mirrored glass. I knew he was watching, forced to witness every second of this nightmare. My heart broke for him, for us, as Mark made merry in the pain he inflicted on us.“Please, don’t do this,” I begged, my voice trembling, the words barely audible. My throat felt raw, as if the sweetness was gone from it.Mark’s grin widened at my plea. He tilted his head, his gaze flickering over me like I was nothing more than prey he’d caught in his trap. “Begging now, darling
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“Are you going to talk now, Dare?” Mark asked, though we both knew Dare couldn’t hear him—not yet, anyway. Mark’s voice filled with irony as he continued. “Are you still going to keep your mouth shut after seeing her like this? You’ve no idea the plans I have for her. The things I’ll do to her. And I’ll make sure you watch every second of it.” He glanced at me, his cold smile widening. “So you understand that you are the cause of all this. She didn’t ask for any of it.”Mark pointed accusingly at him through the glass, as if he were scolding a child. He couldn’t hear a word, but it didn’t matter—Mark was enjoying the theatrics.“Connect the sound system,” Mark suddenly ordered, his tone sharp. One of his men stepped forward, fiddling with a control panel near the wall. A faint hum filled the room as the audio link clicked on.The first sound I heard was Dare’s voice. Even in my disoriented state, I could hear him as cold as the night but it faded out quickly.“I swear to you, Mark,” H
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DareTwo days. It’s been two goddamn days since I told Mark I’d talk. Since I broke and gave him the one thing he wanted from me—my willingness to give in. And yet, not a single soul has come into this room. No food. No water. No Mark. Just me, dangling from these chains like a forgotten animal in a cage.My body is weak, the weight of the chains pulling at my wrists, my shoulders screaming in pain. I can’t stand upright anymore, not even when I force my legs to push against the floor. My head hangs low, and all I can hear is the sound of my own ragged breathing echoing in this cursed room.The red light from the camera blinks at me from the corner, they’re watching me. But they don’t say a word. No taunts, no orders, just silence.Mark is playing his game. Letting me stew in my thoughts, letting my imagination run wild. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I’ve been left to think of the worst—that he’s already harmed Sky, that he’s done something unspeakable to her, or that he’s plannin
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Morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of Darla’s room, painting delicate patterns across the hardwood floor. The warmth was gentle, almost coaxing, but she remained curled beneath the covers, knees drawn to her chest, eyes fixed on the phone in her hands. It was an older model, chipped at the edges and slow to respond, but it held pieces of her past she couldn’t bring herself to erase.A hesitant knock at the door broke the silence, and Darla tensed instinctively, fingers tightening around the phone. But the voice that followed was warm, familiar, and a little rough with age.“Darla?” Marcel called softly. “Breakfast is ready downstairs. I made some coffee too—figured you could use it.”She exhaled slowly, the tension bleeding from her shoulders. Marcel’s presence was still new, a puzzle piece she hadn’t expected but found herself clinging to. He was a stranger in some ways—his eyes older, face lined with years of grief and weariness—but the kindness in his gaze was th
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Ethan’s knuckles rapped against the door for the third time, the hollow sound echoing through the deserted hotel hallway. He leaned in, jaw clenched tight, heart hammering painfully against his ribcage. Silence stretched on the other side—deafening, absolute. Not even a whisper of movement.He swore under his breath, frustration spiking hot and sharp through his veins. Darla had to be inside. She wasn’t the type to ignore people, no matter how furious or hurt she might have been. Not unless…His breath hitched at the thought, fingers flexing against the smooth wood of the door. No. She couldn’t have left—not without a word, not when there was so much unresolved between them.But the silence lingered, unbroken and oppressive, taunting him with every heartbeat.“Darla!” he called, voice low but urgent, fingers tightening around the door handle. “Open up. We need to talk.”Nothing.An icy tendril of dread curled in his gut, twisting tighter with each passing second. His eyes narrowed, pu
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The suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes hastily folded and shoes shoved into corners. Darla’s hands trembled as she reached for another dress, the soft fabric slipping between her fingers as she struggled to breathe evenly. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her pulse a dull roar in her ears.She bit down on her lip, hard enough to sting, and forced herself to focus—one item at a time, one movement at a time. Pack, zip, leave. Simple. Necessary. Anything to escape the suffocating walls of the hotel room and the possibility of running into him again.Ethan.The name alone sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through her, her fingers faltering around the edge of a blouse. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flashed unbidden in her mind—the way they’d looked at her in the lobby, a mixture of shock and something else she couldn’t name. Something raw and aching that left her chest tight and her breath shallow.She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the memory aw
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Esther’s eyes flicked to the clock on her office wall for the fifth time in as many minutes. Each tick seemed to echo louder than the last, pounding in her ears like a cruel reminder. It was past seven in the evening, the sky outside her floor-to-ceiling windows a dull gray, streaked with the last traces of daylight. Her phone lay face-up on her desk, dark and silent despite the dozen missed calls she had made.She drew in a shaky breath, forcing herself to focus on the financial reports open on her monitor, but the numbers blurred together, meaningless. The cursor blinked accusingly, a taunt to her futile attempts at distraction. Her manicured fingers drummed nervously against the mahogany desk, a tremor betraying her otherwise composed exterior.Two hours.For two hours, she had been calling Roy.And for two hours, he had not picked up. Not once.Her chest tightened painfully, a dull ache settling beneath her ribs. The same ache that had been festering since that night—since Darla h
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Author’s POVThe low buzz of conversation filled the VIP section of the Rooftop Bar, but Roy barely registered it. His fingers curled around the neck of his beer bottle, the cool glass slick against his palm. It was already past three in the afternoon, and he was on his third bottle—maybe fourth. He wasn’t even sure anymore.He had come here thinking a few drinks with the boys might clear his head. It didn’t.King’s voice cut through the haze, smooth and casual. “What’s on your mind, buddy?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. The bottle in his hand clinked softly against the table, but Roy’s eyes remained distant, fixed somewhere beyond the dim blue lights flickering above.The atmosphere was suffocating. The heavy curtains blocked out any sunlight, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night. But the gloom felt fitting—an external mirror of the storm churning inside him.Darla.Her name surfaced in his mind unbidden, bringing with it a flood of memories he’d tried and faile
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Ethan’s knuckles had turned red the moment he stepped out of the car, his fingers clenched so tightly that the veins beneath his skin protruded like strained cables. He flexed his hand absently, a futile attempt to shake off the tension that seemed embedded too deep to dislodge. The car ride had been mortifying, the low hum of conversation between John and Carlo barely registering. Their voices melded into the background—mere noise compared to the chaos raging inside his head.Darla.She had been right there. Right in front of him. And yet, the instant their eyes met, she had turned and fled. As if he were something to be avoided. As if he were nothing.How many times was she going to keep running from him?A sharp exhale left him, his jaw tightening with barely restrained frustration. He could never forget that face—those eyes, the way her lips parted in that fleeting second before she bolted like a coward. His chest burned with something raw and unnameable.Anger?Frustration?Pain?
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The shrill ringing of the alarm clock waked Darla up. She groaned, her hand fumbling blindly across the nightstand until her fingers closed around her phone. Squinting against the harsh light of the screen, her eyes widened at the numbers glaring back at her.9:12 AM.Panic jolted her up, sending a violent pulse of pain through her skull.Shit. Shit. Shit.Her meeting was at 10 AM. She was supposed to wake up early, go over her notes one last time—not drown herself in alcohol and pass out fully dressed. The nausea hit first, causing the room to spin dangerously. Gritting her teeth, Darla pressed her fingers to her temples as if that could somehow hold her brain together.This is what you get, Darla.The floor tilted beneath her feet as she stumbled into the bathroom. She barely registered the icy chill of the shower before a sharp gasp tore from her throat. The shock of cold water slammed into her, dulling the pounding in her head just enough to think.You don’t have time for this.S
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Revenge is a slow burn—a fire that starts deep in your gut and spreads until it consumes everything in its path.People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out.But they never talk about the rush.The satisfaction.The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble under the weight of their own sins.Darla never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight.She had seen the way their expressions twisted—first shock, then anger, then finally settling into pure hatred.At least, hers did.Esther.God, she hated Darla.It was written all over her perfectly painted face, hidden beneath layers of artificial charm. The way she clutched Roy’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve as if Darla were a ghost who had returned to haunt her.And maybe she had.Maybe she wanted to be.She couldn’t stand Esther.Not just because she had married Darla’s fiancé, but because she had stolen the life Darla was supposed to have. The love. The family she had envisioned.Esther h
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Roy Claus was still pisded about his anniversary being ruined, his entire world was unraveling in the span of a single night.After four years of silence, four years of pretending she never existed, of pushing her memory into the darkest corners of his mind—she came back.And she wrecked everything.The sound of shattering glass still echoed in his head.His perfect night—ruined. He could step out and face the guests, he felt so ashamed.A soft touch landed on his arm.“Roy…”Esther called him.Her voice was gentle, careful—too careful. As if she were willing the room to forget what had just happened, to pretend that Darla hadn’t just torn open a wound that was never meant to heal.Roy turned to her sharply, his hand grabbing her wrist before he even realized what he was doing.She flinched.“What the hell did she mean?” he raked, demanding answers he wasn’t sure he wanted.But he needed them.He couldn't forget the scene where Darla whispered into her ears, it made him feel like he wa
