Ryan’s mind raced. He knew something was wrong. He made a few calls, mobilizing his contacts to find her at her mother's house and at the club. Hours passed with no word, and his fear and anger grew.Iris searched the abandoned house with her eyes for anything that would help her escape, her heart thumping in her chest the whole time. Her gaze settled on a loose piece of metal lying on the floor.Just as she grabbed it, one of the men noticed. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, diving at her.Iris swung the metal piece, hitting him across the face. He staggered back, giving her a moment to run. Spotting a small, dirty window high on the wall, she took a deep breath, gathering all her courage. She quietly moved towards the window, trying not to draw any attention from the second man.The piece of metal she had grabbed earlier was still clutched in her hand. Using it, she pried open the rusted latch. The window was small, but she was determined. She squeezed through, he
Sarah brought the first aid supplies, and Ryan began cleaning and dressing Iris’s wound. He worked with surprising tenderness, his earlier anger replaced by concern. When Sarah returned with a glass of water, Ryan helped Iris drink it. He covered her with a blanket and watched her until she fell into a fitful sleep. He stayed by her side, his mind racing with questions and worryFirst thing in the morning, Ryan called the family doctor. The doctor arrived promptly, carrying his medical bag. He examined Iris thoroughly, running a few tests and checking her vitals."She’s been through a lot," the doctor said, his tone serious. "What happened?"Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. She went out and came back looking distressed and with bruises. She hasn’t told me what happened yet."The doctor nodded, prescribing some medication. "Let her rest. She’ll be fine, but she needs time to recover."Ryan thanked the doctor and saw him out. He didn’t go to the office that
At the ringing of their phone, nervously and excitedly."It's him," he muttered, gesturing for silence as he answered. "We've got her Boss. She's at the location."A sinister voice crackled through the phone, sending shivers down the spines of those present. "Excellent. I'll be there shortly. Make sure she's secure."The call ended, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The men exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of their task pressing down on them.Meanwhile, the unknown caller, their boss, smirked as he ended the call. His plan was coming together perfectly.Soon, he would have what he wanted. He strode towards his car, ready to finish the job.Back at the hideout, the minutes dragged on. Iris’s kidnappers grew restless, They called their boss and in one ring he picked up, the leader spoke, his voice shaking slightly."She's escaped!" one of the kidnappers blurted out, panic evident in his voice. "We're after her now, but she’s fast. We won't let her get away."The unknown caller's
The unknown caller was on the phone again, his voice cold and calculating. "I want surveillance on the Kendrick Mansion. Find out everything about Iris's movements. We can't afford another mistake.""Yes, sir," came the prompt reply.He hung up the phone and leaned back, his brain working on a new strategy already. He had underestimated Iris's determination, but he was not going to let that stop him. Not when he was so close to achieving his goal."Enjoy your safety while it lasts, Iris," he murmured to himself, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Because it won't last long.”Ryan’s assistant,Luca, was already waiting in his study room when he arrived. Luca had been briefed on the situation and had spent the night gathering information.“Ryan,” Luca greeted, concern evident in his eyes. “How is Iris?”“She’s resting,” Ryan replied, his voice tight with worry. “We need to find out who’s behind this. Any leads?”Luca nodded, spreading out a few documents on the desk. “I did some digging
“I understand you’ve got a serious situation on your hands.”“Yes,” Ryan said, leading him to a private room where they could talk. “Iris was kidnapped, and we need to find out who’s behind it and why.”Jack nodded, pulling out a notepad. “Alright. Let’s start with everything you know so far.Hours LaterAfter an extensive debriefing with Jack, Ryan and Iris felt a glimmer of hope. Jack had promised to start his investigation immediately and report back with any findings.“I feel better already,” Iris admitted as they walked back to her room. “At least we’re doing something.”Ryan squeezed her hand reassuringly. “We’ll get through this, Iris. Together.”As they sat together, a newfound bond of trust and determination began to form between them. They were no longer just partners in a forced marriage, they were allies, united against a common enemy but not for long.The unknown Man received another call, this time from a different source.“I have some information for you,” the voice said.
Bella paused, considering her answer. “It’s about knowing what you want and not being afraid to go after it. Confidence, Ivy. Confidence is key. And, of course, always staying one step ahead of the trends.”Ivy nodded, absorbing the advice.“You make it sound so simple.”“It’s not always easy,” Bella admitted, her expression softening. “There are sacrifices and hard decisions. But it’s worth it. When you love something as much as we love fashion, it’s all worth it.”Their conversation was interrupted by a boutique assistant, who handed Bella a glass of champagne. “For you, Ms. Bella,” she said with a smile.“Thank you,” Bella said graciously, taking the glass.She turned to Ivy. “Join me?”“Absolutely,” Ivy said, accepting a glass from another assistant.They toasted to their successes and the exciting future that lay ahead. Ivy felt a surge of gratitude toward Bella. She was more than a mentor; she was a friend, someone who understood her aspirations and fears.As they sipped their cham
“Anytime, darling,” Bella said, giving Ivy a final hug. “And remember, confidence is key. You’ve got this.”With that, Bella swept out of the boutique, leaving Ivy feeling inspired and excited.Ivy couldn't help but feel admiration for Bella as she made her graceful exit. Bella had done so much for her.Later That Evening Ivy returned home, her arms full of shopping bags and her heart full of hope. She couldn’t wait to tell Ryan about the CHANNEL opportunity, but as she walked through the door, she found herself thinking about Bella’s words. “Confidence was key”. As she unpacked her new clothes and accessories, Ivy’s mind wandered back to their conversation. Bella had always been a multifaceted person in her life. A friend, mentor, and puzzle all at once. Ivy wondered what drove Bella’s actions and if there was more to her interest in Ryan than met the eye.Despite her lingering questions, Ivy felt a renewed sense of determination. She would make the most of the opportunities ahead
“Not well,” Ivy admitted. “He’s so stubborn, Bella. He won’t listen to reason.”Bella sighed sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. But don’t lose hope, Ivy. Sometimes, these things take time.”“I hope you’re alright,” Ivy said. “I just feel so helpless.”“You’re not alone,” Bella said firmly. “We’ll figure something out together. In the meantime, focus on your upcoming audition. You need to be at your best.”“You’re right,” Ivy said, feeling a surge of determination. “Thanks, Bella. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”“Anytime, darling,” Bella said. “Now go out there and show them what you’re made of.”The Following WeekIvy received an email confirming her audition for the CHANNEL campaign. She spent the next few days preparing, pouring over her portfolio and practicing her runway walk. Bella’s support had given her the boost she needed, and she was determined to make the most of it.On the day of the audition, Ivy arrived at the CHANNEL headquarters, feeling a mixture of nerv