The days following Lucas’s abduction were a blur of anguish and relentless effort. Every second that passed without him felt like an eternity. Leon and I poured everything we had into finding him, leaving no stone unturned.“Call the authorities,” Leon said firmly after we returned home the day Lucas was taken. “We’ll need their resources to widen the search.”I nodded, dialing the local police. Soon, officers and detectives filled the house, setting up a makeshift command center. Maps of the city were pinned to the walls, and every piece of information we had was scrutinized.“Mr. Laurent,” Detective Carter said, addressing Leon. “We’re treating this as a high-priority case. Child abductions often involve someone with a personal connection. Do you know anyone who might want to harm your family?”Leon’s jaw tightened. “Kent Ravenson,” he said without hesitation. “He’s been trying to destroy me for years. He’d stoop to anything, even taking my son.”The detective’s expression turned se
(Leon’s POV)The world around me buzzed with relief and the soft glow of family. Lucas was safe. Margarette was by my side. Yet, beneath the surface, a fire burned. Kent. That name wouldn’t leave my mind.I couldn’t ignore the sense that he wasn’t just guilty—he was proud of what he’d done. The thought of him smirking, thinking he’d won, churned my stomach.After making sure Lucas and Margarette were settled, I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.“Where are you going?” Margarette’s voice stopped me.I turned to see her standing in the hallway, her arms crossed, concern etched on her face.“To see Kent,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.“Leon,” she said softly, stepping closer. “What if this makes things worse?”I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check. “He took our son, Margarette. He has to answer for it.”She hesitated, then nodded. “Just... be careful.”Kent’s office was exactly as I remembered it: sleek, polished, and cold—much like the man himself. His
(Leon’s POV)The drive home was a blur of headlights and darkened streets. The city felt empty, a hollow shell reflecting my own unease. By the time I parked outside the house, the weight of my promise to Lucas and Margarette pressed harder against my chest.As I stepped inside, Margarette was waiting for me in the living room, pacing nervously. The sight of her brought a pang of guilt—I knew she was just as worried, just as desperate.“Leon,” she said, rushing over to me. “Did something happen? Did the detective say anything?”I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “They’re watching Kent. They found some suspicious financial activity but nothing solid enough to pin him down.”Her expression hardened, her fists clenching at her sides. “That man... he’s a monster. Lucas is out there, scared, because of him.”I stepped closer, placing my hands gently on her shoulders. “I know. And I won’t stop until we bring him home.”Margarette’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “What if... what
The dimly lit warehouse loomed before me, its windows shattered and walls streaked with graffiti. My contact, Laurent, waited near the entrance, his leather jacket blending into the shadows."You came alone?" he asked, glancing over my shoulder."Just like you said," I replied. "What do you have for me?"Laurent handed me a manila folder. "Details on one of Kent's suspected hideouts. I've cross-checked the locations with recent activities from his known associates. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s a strong lead."I opened the folder and studied the address. My chest tightened. "This is where they’re holding Lucas?"Laurent shrugged. "If he’s there, you’ll find out soon enough. But Leon, this isn’t a game. These people are dangerous.""I know exactly what they are," I said, turning on my heel.Armed with determination and the address, I made my way to an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. The place was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and distant sounds of tra
MARGARETTE’S POVThe moment I saw Leon emerge from the warehouse with Lucas in his arms, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Relief, fear, and overwhelming gratitude surged through me all at once. My legs moved on their own, carrying me toward them as fast as I could.“Lucas!” I cried, my voice cracking with emotion.His small arms reached out for me as soon as I got close enough. Leon handed him to me gently, his own face etched with exhaustion and pain.“Mommy!” Lucas sobbed, burying his face in my neck. His little body trembled, his fingers clutching at my shirt like a lifeline.“I’m here, baby,” I whispered, holding him tightly. “You’re safe now. Mommy and Daddy are here. No one will hurt you again.”I kissed the top of his head, feeling the dampness of his tears against my skin. My heart shattered as I felt how tightly he clung to me, his fear evident in every small movement.Leon’s hand rested on my back, grounding me. “He’s okay now,” he said softly, though his voice held a tremor
A few days later, Leon received a tip from one of his investigators. They had uncovered a series of encrypted messages between Kent and an unknown contact, detailing payments and plans that aligned with Lucas’s kidnapping.“This is it,” Leon said, his voice steely as he showed me the evidence.My stomach churned as I read the messages. “So, what happens now?”“I hand this over to the authorities,” Leon said, his tone firm. “But I’m not stopping there. Kent needs to know that he messed with the wrong family.”I placed a hand on his arm. “Leon, I want justice too, but we have to be careful. Lucas needs us to be here for him.”Leon’s eyes softened, and he pulled me into a hug. “I know. I’ll make sure we’re protected. I promise.”That night, as Lucas slept peacefully for the first time since the ordeal, Leon and I sat together, watching over him.“We’ll get through this,” I whispered, leaning into Leon.He wrapped an arm around me, his gaze fixed on Lucas. “We will. And we’ll make sure he
That evening, after Lucas had gone to bed, Leon and I sat in the living room. The soft hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in the room.“Today was a good day,” Leon said, his voice quiet but hopeful.I nodded, leaning against him. “It’s a start. Seeing him smile again… it reminded me that we’re not losing him completely.”Leon’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. “We won’t lose him, Margarette. He’s strong, just like his mom.”I gave a small laugh, wiping away a tear. “And his dad.”Leon kissed the top of my head. “We’ll get through this. No matter how long it takes, we’ll get our boy back.”Just as we were beginning to settle into this new rhythm, the phone rang late one evening. It was one of the detectives working on Lucas’s case.“We’ve made progress,” the detective said. “We’ve located a potential lead on the kidnappers’ whereabouts. It might be connected to Kent’s operation.”My heart skipped a beat. “Do you have proof?”“Not yet, but we’re closing in. We’ll need Le
The next few weeks felt like a delicate balancing act. Every decision we made revolved around Lucas—his routines, his therapy sessions, and his healing process. Despite the difficulties, Leon and I were committed to staying strong for him.One afternoon, during one of Lucas’s therapy sessions, Dr. Marlow invited Leon and me to join him. It was a special session meant to bridge the gap between Lucas’s inner fears and his trust in us as his parents.Lucas sat on a small couch, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. He looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes as Dr. Marlow guided us through an activity.“Lucas,” she said gently, “can you show Mommy and Daddy how you feel when you think about the scary day?”Lucas hesitated, then slowly drew a picture on a piece of paper. It was a simple but heartbreaking image—a stick figure of a small boy surrounded by dark shadows.I felt my chest tighten as I knelt beside him. “That must have been really scary, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice tr
The next few days passed in a blur of careful planning and tense anticipation. Elise’s information had given us a direction, but we still had work to do—connections to make, leverage to gather. It should have consumed all my focus.But Leon was a distraction I couldn’t shake.No matter how much I told myself that our night together hadn’t changed anything, I felt it in the way he looked at me, in the way his fingers brushed against mine when he handed me a file, in the way his presence filled every quiet moment. He didn’t push, didn’t demand more than I could give, but the weight of everything left unsaid pressed down on me.I wasn’t sure if I was grateful or terrified.***Late one night, I found myself pacing the penthouse balcony, the cold air biting through my thin sweater. The city sprawled beneath me, glittering and endless, yet I felt trapped in my own thoughts.“You’re thinking too loud again.”I turned to see Leon stepping onto the balcony, his hands tucked into the pockets o
The meeting with Elise was set. That should have been my focus. But my mind kept replaying last night—Leon’s lips on mine, the way he held me as if he couldn’t bear to let go.I inhaled sharply and pushed the thought away. There was no space for distractions.The restaurant Elise had chosen was a high-end establishment, the kind that catered to politicians and business elites who wanted to talk without prying eyes listening in. The dim lighting and low chatter made it the perfect place for clandestine discussions.Leon and I arrived together, though we were careful not to look too familiar. Dorian had insisted on waiting outside, just in case.Elise was already seated when we arrived. She was dressed elegantly in a dark blazer, her posture stiff with tension. As soon as she spotted us, her eyes flicked to Leon, then to me.“You came,” she said, her voice steady but guarded.I slid into the seat across from her, Leon taking the one beside me. “You asked, we answered.”Her lips pressed
The weight of Leon’s words settled over me, thick and inescapable. I could feel the heat of his gaze, his possessiveness wrapping around me like an invisible chain. A part of me wanted to push back, to tell him that I didn’t belong to anyone. But the other part—the part that craved the way he looked at me, the way his presence consumed me—refused to speak.Instead, I exhaled sharply and turned away, fingers tightening around my phone. "I haven't decided yet," I said, my voice even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer.Leon hummed low in his throat, stepping closer. "Decide carefully, Margarette."I refused to face him, but I could feel the warmth of his body behind me. The air between us buzzed with unspoken words, unsatisfied tension.Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.***Later that evening, I sat curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone, staring at Noah’s message.Drinks sometime? To catch up. No pressure.It should have been s
The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but its warmth did little to ease the tension curling in my stomach. Elise’s message played over and over in my mind.Meet me at noon. My place. No one else.Leon sat across from me, fingers drumming against the table as he studied the message. He was too quiet. That meant he was already three steps ahead, calculating risks, preparing for anything.Dorian whistled from where he lounged on the couch, sipping his coffee like this was just another casual morning. “So, we’re going or not?”I shot him a glare before turning back to Leon. “What do you think?”Leon leaned back in his chair, considering. “It’s suspicious. Either she’s truly desperate, or she wants us walking into something.”I crossed my arms. “I think we should go.”His gaze flickered to me, sharp and assessing. “If we do, we’re doing it my way.”I nodded. “Fine.”Leon studied me a second longer, then let out a low sigh. “Then let’s get moving.”
The night breeze rolled over the pier, carrying the scent of salt and damp wood. Elise had disappeared into the fog, but the weight of her decision lingered in the air. Leon stood beside me, silent, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat.“She’s scared,” I murmured.Leon let out a low hum. “Good. Fear makes people careful.”I glanced at him. “And desperate.”He met my gaze, his dark eyes unreadable. “Desperation is useful. If she’s smart, she’ll realize we’re offering her an out before everything collapses.”I let out a slow breath, my mind racing. “And if she’s not?”Leon’s jaw tightened. “Then we make sure she doesn’t get in our way.”There was a finality in his tone that sent a chill down my spine. He wasn’t a man who took risks lightly. He weighed every move, calculated every possibility. It was why I trusted him, even when the path ahead was uncertain.Dorian, who had been leaning against a lamppost, pushed off and stretched lazily. “Well, that was fun. I say we celebrate.
The days turned into weeks, and for the first time in a long time, my life wasn’t consumed by revenge or survival. It was strange, almost unsettling, to wake up without the weight of the past pressing down on me.But Leon made it easier.We spent our days in a quiet rhythm—mornings wrapped in each other, afternoons exploring parts of the city I had never truly appreciated, and evenings spent talking about everything and nothing.One afternoon, Leon surprised me with a drive outside the city. The road stretched ahead of us, winding through rolling green hills and open fields.I turned to him, curious. “Where are we going?”He glanced at me with a smirk. “You’ll see.”After about an hour, we pulled up to a secluded property. A modern house with wide glass windows sat on a hill, overlooking a lake. The air smelled of fresh grass and wildflowers, and the only sound was the distant chirping of birds.I stepped out of the car, taking in the view. “Leon… what is this place?”He walked up bes
The days that followed were a whirlwind of chaos.My father’s downfall was splashed across every news outlet. Financial crimes, money laundering, illegal dealings—his empire was collapsing, and with it, his reputation. His allies abandoned him one by one, choosing self-preservation over loyalty.But he wasn’t the kind of man to go down without a fight.That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I received the message.A single text.Suite 1103. One last talk. Come alone.Leon was furious. “Absolutely not.”I expected that reaction. I also knew there was no changing my mind.“Leon, this is my fight. My ending to write.”His eyes darkened. “He’s cornered, Margarette. That makes him more dangerous than ever.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I’ll be fine.”He exhaled sharply. “I don’t trust him.”I smiled softly. “Good. Neither do I.”The Last Conversation—AgainSuite 1103 was dimly lit when I walked in. My father sat by the window, a drink in his hand, staring out at the city he once rule
We had expected my father to retaliate, but I knew he wouldn’t be careless. No, he’d take his time. He’d make sure his counterattack hurt.Which meant we had to strike first.Leon was already making calls before I even had to say anything. His contacts, his men—every piece of leverage we had was being mobilized.Victor paced across the penthouse, his expression tense. “Margarette, I don’t think you understand how much you just provoked him.”I crossed my arms. “Oh, I understand, Victor. That’s the point.”Leon smirked at my words, but his eyes were sharp as he cut in. “We need to draw him out. He’s not going to sit back and lick his wounds. He’s going to come for you.”Victor sighed. “And you’re just waiting for that to happen?”I walked over to the window, watching the city below. “No.” My voice was calm. “We’re leading him exactly where we want.”Victor ran a hand through his hair. “And where is that, exactly?”Leon leaned against the counter, his voice casual but firm. “A place whe
Dorian was right. My father wasn’t sitting idle. He was moving his pieces, fortifying his position before I could strike.But he underestimated me.By morning, I was already on the phone, making calls, pulling in every favor I had left. I wasn’t just going to fight him—I was going to destroy him.Leon watched me from across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and despite the weight of everything we were up against, he looked completely composed.It irritated me.“Do you ever worry?” I muttered, ending a call and tossing my phone on the counter.Leon smirked. “Constantly.”I gave him a look. “You don’t seem worried.”He set his mug down and closed the distance between us. “Because I don’t show it the way you do.”I exhaled. “I feel like we’re on the edge of something big. Like we’re one wrong move away from losing everything.”Leon tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Margarette.” His