The news about Marcus being seen with a child spread quickly, and soon, Mrs. Thompson heard about it. She was in the kitchen when one of her friends called, excitedly telling her about how her son had been spotted with a little boy at his office.Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, gripping the phone tightly.“Of course, I am. My niece works at Marcus’s office, and she saw them together. She said they looked alike.”Mrs. Thompson’s heart skipped a beat. If this was true, then it could only mean one thing—Matt had finally met his father.Without wasting another second, she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and hurried to her room to get her phone. Her fingers shook slightly as she dialed Marcus’s number.The phone rang twice before he picked up.“Hello?”“Mom,” Marcus greeted.“Where are you?” Mrs. Thompson asked without wasting time.“I’m at work. What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, leaning back in his chair.“Is it true?”“Is what true?”“That my gr
Marcus stepped into his house, shutting the door behind him. The quietness of the space greeted him, offering a rare moment of solitude after a long day.With a sigh, he loosened his tie and walked over to the couch, sinking into it. His muscles ached slightly from exhaustion, but he didn’t mind. He just needed a few minutes to rest before heading upstairs.As he leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes drifted shut.Ringggggggg!The sudden shrill ringing of his phone jolted him upright.Frowning, he reached into his pocket and pulled it out. His brows furrowed when he saw the caller ID—an unsaved number.Normally, he wouldn’t bother picking up unknown calls, especially this late at night. But for some reason, he felt an odd urge to answer this one.With a sigh, he swiped to accept the call.“Hello,” he said, his tone cold and unreadable.“Is Lilian with you?” A deep male voice asked, wasting no time on pleasantries.Marcus’s grip on the phone tightened. “No, she’s not. Who is
The following morning, Marcus drove down to the Gabriel family’s house to meet them.Franklin was the one who opened the door. He stepped aside, allowing Marcus to walk in.The living room was well-furnished, elegant yet cozy. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and a large chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling. Everything about the space spoke of quiet wealth and refinement.Marcus briefly took in the surroundings before shifting his focus back to the reason he was here.Gabriel, the head of the family, sat on one of the large leather chairs. He raised his head and looked at Marcus, his gaze calm but assessing.“Mr. Marcus,” he greeted.Marcus gave a respectful nod and bowed his head slightly. “Good morning, sir.”Gabriel acknowledged the greeting with a small nod but didn’t say anything further.Moses, however, wasted no time getting to the point. His face was tight with tension, his voice clipped.“Is there any update?” he asked.Marcus exhaled and sh
There was no response.Marcus and Moses stood in the middle of the abandoned building, listening carefully, but all they could hear was the faint sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls.The silence was unsettling.They moved cautiously through the space, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete floor. The building was empty—completely deserted.They searched every room, checking behind old, rusted beams and through partially constructed hallways. Still, there was no sign of Lilian.Moses let out a frustrated sigh. “There’s nothing here.”Marcus didn’t respond right away. His sharp eyes scanned the area, his mind racing through possibilities. He wasn’t willing to accept that this was a dead end. There had to be something they were missing.After double-checking every possible hiding place, they finally walked out of the building.Moses ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowed in frustration.“How come?” he muttered, shaking his head.Marcus crossed
Marcus’s eyes locked onto the message. His heartbeat quickened slightly, but his face remained unreadable.We found something. Sending the details now.A second later, an attachment followed.He quickly opened it.It was a partial surveillance recovery—not from the abandoned building, but from a nearby street camera.The footage was grainy, but it clearly showed a black van parked a few blocks away from the site.Then, a blurry figure appeared—carrying someone.Marcus’s jaw clenched.Though the footage wasn’t clear enough to see faces, the situation was obvious. Lilian had been moved into that van.And now, he had a lead.He wasted no time.Dialing Hilary, he barked his next order. “Find that van. I need the plates traced immediately. Why is everything so slow? You guys should do better!” His frown deepened, irritation evident in his voice.Hilary, already sensing the urgency, responded quickly. “On it, boss.”Marcus exhaled sharply, his mind racing.He needed to stay sharp. Every se
Lilian’s head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes. A dull, relentless pain pulsed at the back of her skull, and her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by exhaustion. Blinking a few times, she struggled to adjust to her surroundings. The dimly lit room had cracked concrete walls, unfinished and cold, with no windows in sight. The air smelled of damp cement and rusted metal, making her stomach churn.Panic rushed through her veins as her mind raced to piece everything together.Where am I?Then, like a sudden wave crashing over her, the memory hit her.The text message.A chilling sensation crawled up her spine as she remembered. The message had claimed that Matt had been kidnapped, urging her to leave the company and come here. It had seemed urgent—so real. And now, she was the one trapped.“You’re finally awake,” a deep, hardened voice broke through the silence.Lilian turned her head sharply, her body tensing. A man stood a few feet away, his bulky figure outlined in the dim l
Lilian looked around, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She was surrounded by towering trees, their thick branches twisting overhead, blocking most of the sky. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, a never-ending sea of green and brown. She had no idea where she was or which way would lead her to safety.Her pulse pounded in her ears as panic settled in. How had she ended up here? Just hours ago—or was it days?—she had been in a completely different place, far from this nightmare. But now, she was lost, alone, and running for her life.She took a hesitant step forward, then another. The dry leaves crunched beneath her feet, the sound too loud in the suffocating silence of the forest. Her heart clenched. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long. They were looking for her.Suddenly, voices broke through the quiet.Lilian froze.The sound came from her right, deep and sharp, carried by the still air. She barely had time to react before the words became clear.“If
Lilian was sure she had been shot.The force of the impact sent her crashing to the ground, her body frozen in shock. But as the pain she expected didn’t come, she slowly raised her head, her vision still spinning.Two of the men who had been chasing her were now writhing on the ground in pain.Her breath hitched. What just happened?“Lilian…”A weak, strained voice called her name from beside her.She turned her head, her pulse hammering.Her eyes widened in horror.Marcus.He lay just a few feet away, his face pale, his shirt soaked with blood. His right hand clutched his side, red seeping between his fingers.Lilian’s stomach twisted. “Marcus?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.She scrambled toward him, hands shaking as she hovered over his body. The realization hit her like a punch to the chest.The shooter had meant to kill her. But Marcus had taken the bullet instead.Why?Her vision blurred. This didn’t make sense. Why would Marcus put himself in danger for her?“
Twenty-four hours later, Marcus finally woke up after the operation.His eyelids fluttered weakly before opening completely, adjusting to the bright hospital room. A dull ache spread through his body, reminding him of everything that had happened. His head felt heavy, but he forced himself to focus on his surroundings.The first thing he saw was Lilian sitting by his bedside, her hands clasped together as if she had been praying. When she noticed his eyes open, relief flooded her face.“Thank goodness,” she breathed, placing a hand over her chest as if to calm her racing heart.Marcus managed a small, tired smile. “Were you worried I wouldn’t wake up?” he asked, his voice hoarse from lack of use.Lilian met his gaze, hesitating for a moment before responding. “Yes… After all, you’re in this bed because of me. If things had gone differently, I would have been the one lying here instead.” Her voice softened, guilt laced through every word. “I feel horrible about it.”Marcus’ smile faded
Lilian was sure she had been shot.The force of the impact sent her crashing to the ground, her body frozen in shock. But as the pain she expected didn’t come, she slowly raised her head, her vision still spinning.Two of the men who had been chasing her were now writhing on the ground in pain.Her breath hitched. What just happened?“Lilian…”A weak, strained voice called her name from beside her.She turned her head, her pulse hammering.Her eyes widened in horror.Marcus.He lay just a few feet away, his face pale, his shirt soaked with blood. His right hand clutched his side, red seeping between his fingers.Lilian’s stomach twisted. “Marcus?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.She scrambled toward him, hands shaking as she hovered over his body. The realization hit her like a punch to the chest.The shooter had meant to kill her. But Marcus had taken the bullet instead.Why?Her vision blurred. This didn’t make sense. Why would Marcus put himself in danger for her?“
Lilian looked around, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She was surrounded by towering trees, their thick branches twisting overhead, blocking most of the sky. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, a never-ending sea of green and brown. She had no idea where she was or which way would lead her to safety.Her pulse pounded in her ears as panic settled in. How had she ended up here? Just hours ago—or was it days?—she had been in a completely different place, far from this nightmare. But now, she was lost, alone, and running for her life.She took a hesitant step forward, then another. The dry leaves crunched beneath her feet, the sound too loud in the suffocating silence of the forest. Her heart clenched. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long. They were looking for her.Suddenly, voices broke through the quiet.Lilian froze.The sound came from her right, deep and sharp, carried by the still air. She barely had time to react before the words became clear.“If
Lilian’s head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes. A dull, relentless pain pulsed at the back of her skull, and her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by exhaustion. Blinking a few times, she struggled to adjust to her surroundings. The dimly lit room had cracked concrete walls, unfinished and cold, with no windows in sight. The air smelled of damp cement and rusted metal, making her stomach churn.Panic rushed through her veins as her mind raced to piece everything together.Where am I?Then, like a sudden wave crashing over her, the memory hit her.The text message.A chilling sensation crawled up her spine as she remembered. The message had claimed that Matt had been kidnapped, urging her to leave the company and come here. It had seemed urgent—so real. And now, she was the one trapped.“You’re finally awake,” a deep, hardened voice broke through the silence.Lilian turned her head sharply, her body tensing. A man stood a few feet away, his bulky figure outlined in the dim l
Marcus’s eyes locked onto the message. His heartbeat quickened slightly, but his face remained unreadable.We found something. Sending the details now.A second later, an attachment followed.He quickly opened it.It was a partial surveillance recovery—not from the abandoned building, but from a nearby street camera.The footage was grainy, but it clearly showed a black van parked a few blocks away from the site.Then, a blurry figure appeared—carrying someone.Marcus’s jaw clenched.Though the footage wasn’t clear enough to see faces, the situation was obvious. Lilian had been moved into that van.And now, he had a lead.He wasted no time.Dialing Hilary, he barked his next order. “Find that van. I need the plates traced immediately. Why is everything so slow? You guys should do better!” His frown deepened, irritation evident in his voice.Hilary, already sensing the urgency, responded quickly. “On it, boss.”Marcus exhaled sharply, his mind racing.He needed to stay sharp. Every se
There was no response.Marcus and Moses stood in the middle of the abandoned building, listening carefully, but all they could hear was the faint sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls.The silence was unsettling.They moved cautiously through the space, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete floor. The building was empty—completely deserted.They searched every room, checking behind old, rusted beams and through partially constructed hallways. Still, there was no sign of Lilian.Moses let out a frustrated sigh. “There’s nothing here.”Marcus didn’t respond right away. His sharp eyes scanned the area, his mind racing through possibilities. He wasn’t willing to accept that this was a dead end. There had to be something they were missing.After double-checking every possible hiding place, they finally walked out of the building.Moses ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowed in frustration.“How come?” he muttered, shaking his head.Marcus crossed
The following morning, Marcus drove down to the Gabriel family’s house to meet them.Franklin was the one who opened the door. He stepped aside, allowing Marcus to walk in.The living room was well-furnished, elegant yet cozy. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and a large chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling. Everything about the space spoke of quiet wealth and refinement.Marcus briefly took in the surroundings before shifting his focus back to the reason he was here.Gabriel, the head of the family, sat on one of the large leather chairs. He raised his head and looked at Marcus, his gaze calm but assessing.“Mr. Marcus,” he greeted.Marcus gave a respectful nod and bowed his head slightly. “Good morning, sir.”Gabriel acknowledged the greeting with a small nod but didn’t say anything further.Moses, however, wasted no time getting to the point. His face was tight with tension, his voice clipped.“Is there any update?” he asked.Marcus exhaled and sh
Marcus stepped into his house, shutting the door behind him. The quietness of the space greeted him, offering a rare moment of solitude after a long day.With a sigh, he loosened his tie and walked over to the couch, sinking into it. His muscles ached slightly from exhaustion, but he didn’t mind. He just needed a few minutes to rest before heading upstairs.As he leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes drifted shut.Ringggggggg!The sudden shrill ringing of his phone jolted him upright.Frowning, he reached into his pocket and pulled it out. His brows furrowed when he saw the caller ID—an unsaved number.Normally, he wouldn’t bother picking up unknown calls, especially this late at night. But for some reason, he felt an odd urge to answer this one.With a sigh, he swiped to accept the call.“Hello,” he said, his tone cold and unreadable.“Is Lilian with you?” A deep male voice asked, wasting no time on pleasantries.Marcus’s grip on the phone tightened. “No, she’s not. Who is
The news about Marcus being seen with a child spread quickly, and soon, Mrs. Thompson heard about it. She was in the kitchen when one of her friends called, excitedly telling her about how her son had been spotted with a little boy at his office.Mrs. Thompson’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, gripping the phone tightly.“Of course, I am. My niece works at Marcus’s office, and she saw them together. She said they looked alike.”Mrs. Thompson’s heart skipped a beat. If this was true, then it could only mean one thing—Matt had finally met his father.Without wasting another second, she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and hurried to her room to get her phone. Her fingers shook slightly as she dialed Marcus’s number.The phone rang twice before he picked up.“Hello?”“Mom,” Marcus greeted.“Where are you?” Mrs. Thompson asked without wasting time.“I’m at work. What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, leaning back in his chair.“Is it true?”“Is what true?”“That my gr