Emma nodded, her mind racing. "I don’t even understand why Mrs. Williams promoted me after Jeff’s threats. It doesn’t make sense."Sam glanced at her, his brow furrowed. "Maybe it’s a test. Or maybe Mrs. Williams knows something we don’t."Emma swallowed hard. The weight of her new position was starting to settle in, but the mystery behind it gnawed at her. "We need to figure out what Jeff’s endgame is," she said quietly. "Why would he threaten me? What does he want?"Sam paced the room, his mind clearly turning over the possibilities. "We need to dig deeper into Jeff’s connections. If Mrs. Williams promoted you, maybe she sees you as someone who can stand up to him. But we need to be prepared for whatever comes next."Emma stood up from her desk, determination in her eyes. "You're right. Let's start investigating. We need to know what Jeff’s planning before it’s too late."Just as she spoke, her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number flashed on the screen; "You're in over
Just as Mrs. Williams closed the drawer, she heard a soft knock on her door. Emma walked in without waiting for any response. Her face was pale, her hands clutching her phone tightly.We need to talk," Emma said, her voice barely steady.Mrs. Williams gestured for her to sit, amazed at the sight of Emma’s shaken expression. She wasn't expecting her to come forward so soon.“What is the matter, Emma?”“I got a message,” Emma said, trembling slightly as she handed the phone over. She read the message with Emma sitting across her table. "You're in over your head. Walk away, or you'll regret it."Mrs. Williams's face was neutral, but inside, her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. She had expected Jeff to make a move, but not this quickly. Emma wasn’t ready for this—not yet. Still, there was no turning back now.“Emma, I need you to stay calm,” she said in her most reassuring tone. “This message is meant to scare you. It’s exactly what Jeff does—he tries to intimidate anyone who g
It was late in the evening, Emma sat in her living room thinking about the threat message earlier. I tried to focus on my kids, but the threat keep ringing in my head. my phone buzzed, and hurriedly pick to check if it’s another threat. It was a news app notification, flashing a headline: “CEO Jeff Anderson Accused of Fraud.”Her heart raced. It was the same man she had been warned about. What had he done this time? Was he really capable of more than just intimidation? She opened the article with trembling fingers. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. What if i turn the tables? What if i gathered evidence against Jeff instead of waiting for the next threat? But then the fear crept back in, was that not too risky?Getting evidence against the man i had kids with.Emma was lost in thought when her phone rang. It was Mrs. Williams. Emma answered, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination.“Emma, I just wanted to check on you. How are you holding up?” Mrs. Williams asked, her tone wa
As the car speed off from the office, Emma’s mind raced and her heart pounding continuously with possibilities and fears. She couldn’t stop thinking and the image of Jeff lurking in the shadow, a threat she had underestimated for too long.“Where are we heading to?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “To a safe house owned by a friend. It’s discreet and secure. We’ll lay low until we figure out our next move.” Your kids are in safe hands too, you need not to worry, Mrs Williams said. Emma nodded, her heart still pounding. The thought of hiding felt terrifying and but necessary. She glanced out the window, watching familiar streets blur past, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. Everything was changing so fast. When they arrived, the safe house was unassuming a small, well-kept bungalow nestled in a quiet neighborhood. Mrs. Williams led Emma inside, and the warm atmosphere calm her nerves.“I’ll be here with you,” Mrs. Williams assured her. Emma pulled out her laptop, eager to
As Emma and Mrs. Williams prepared to leave, a sense of urgency filled the air. They quickly gathered essentials, a flashlight, pepper spray, and Mrs. Williams's trusted burner phone. “We have to stay focused, no matter what happens,” Mrs. Williams reminded her as she handed Emma the phone.“Are you sure about this?” Emma asked, anxiety creeping back in. “What if it is a trap?”Mrs. Williams looked her in the eye. “We can’t let fear set us back. We need Knowledge; if this person knows where you are, we must find out how.”With their hearts pounding, they stepped outside into the cool night. The neighborhood was quiet, the stars hidden behind clouds. Mrs. Williams led the way to the car, her senses alert for any signs of danger.Once inside, Mrs. Williams glanced at Emma. “Are you ready?” Emma took a deep breath, nodding. “I'm in, let's do this.”They drove to the warehouse in a quiet and sober mood, and the car at a very high speed. Emma’s mind raced, and lots of questions running thr
As they speed through the dark streets, Emma’s mind drifted to her twins. Jeff had barely acknowledged them in their early years, more interested in his schemes than in being a father. But now, that Jeff was aware of our location and our intentions, she feared he might try to use the twins to manipulate her.Suddenly, the car stopped as a thumping noise grew louder. “We’re losing a tire!” Mrs. Williams shouted, gripping the wheel tightly. They pulled over on a scary and deserted road, and the man scanned their surroundings anxiously. “We’re too exposed here,” he said.Just then, Emma’s phone buzzed. It was an unknown number—again. Fear gripped her heart, her hand trembling as she picked up the call. “Hello?”“Emma,” Jeff’s cold voice crackled through the line. Her blood ran cold. “You’ve taken something from me, you left with my PA and also worked with my rival to pull me down, now it’s my turn. I have the twins.”Emma’s heart dropped. “No… Jeff, you wouldn’t dare!”“Oh, but I would.
With the determination in Emma's eyes, the team wasted no time in preparing their next steps. They reached the safe house and immediately began to sort through Derek’s evidence, cataloging each document and preparing a digital file to send directly to the authorities. Every paper, every transaction was another nail in Jeff’s coffin, but Emma knew they had to move fast.As Alex worked to encrypt the files, Mrs. Williams approached Emma. “We have an hour, maybe less if Jeff decides to change the terms. Are you sure about this?”Emma nodded. “I can’t let him have this hold over us anymore. My kids deserve to be free of his influence.”A short time later, Alex announced, “It’s ready. This information is going directly to my contact at the FBI. They’ll know everything about Jeff’s network, his finances, and his crimes. He won’t be able to escape this.”Emma clenched her fists, taking a deep breath. “Good. Now we just need to keep him distracted long enough for the authorities to act.”Just
As Emma and her twins stepped outside, the dawn's light breaking over the horizon, she felt a deep sense of relief—a fresh start finally within reach. But then, one of the FBI agents approached her, his expression solemn.“Emma,” he said quietly, pulling her aside. “We’ve just decrypted an additional file from the evidence you provided. There's something you need to see.”Emma glanced over at her twins, ensuring they were safe with Mrs. Williams, and followed the agent to his car. He pulled up the file on a tablet, his voice laced with urgency. “The documents mention a secondary account—a network of assets and operatives scattered in hidden locations. Jeff’s operation goes much deeper than we realized.”Fear gripped Emma and her heart sank as she scanned the file. In plain text, there were references to influential names—politicians, corporate executives, and even a high-ranking law enforcement official. They were all part of Jeff’s network, benefiting from his illegal dealings.The a
Emma’s POVThe warehouse loomed ahead, its rusted metal walls towering over us like the remnants of a forgotten war zone. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what was about to happen pressing heavily on my chest.The dim street lights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, making the entire place feel colder, darker, more ominous.I tightened my grip on my phone, my heart pounding as I dialed Sam’s number. It rang once. Twice. Then his voice came through, laced with smug amusement.“Well, well, Emma,” he drawled, as if he were expecting my call, “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve.”I exhaled sharply, keeping my voice steady even though my fingers trembled slightly, “This is your last chance Sam. Come out now, surrender. It’s over.”There was a pause, then a chuckle.“Over?” He repeated the word like it was some kind of joke, “You really think you have me cornered? That I’ll just walk out with my hands up, begging for mercy?”I force
3rd Person POV The air inside the apartment was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and seeped into every breath. Jeff sat at the dining table, his hands pressed together, fingers interlocked, staring blankly at the scattered notes in front of him.Emma stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes tracing patterns in the city skyline beyond. Ronan leaned against the counter, arms folded, silent but ever watchful.The three of them had spent hours going over their options, trying to find a new angle, a fresh lead, anything that would give them an advantage over Sam, but so far, they had nothing.It had been days since Sam’s last demand and the eerie silence that followed had only made Emma more restless.He had told Jeff to sign over Anderson Industries, a demand so outrageous that she had expected immediate retaliation when Jeff refused to comply, but instead, nothing.No threats. No follow-up. No new moves. Just silence.Emma wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a
Emma’s POVThe tension in the apartment was thick, heavy like a storm cloud that refused to break. The air buzzed with almost tangible electricity as Jeff and his team methodically prepared for the mission.Guns were checked, magazines were loaded, and communication devices were tested. Tactical vests were strapped on, each movement precise, and rehearsed.No one spoke unless it was necessary, their focus absolute. This wasn’t just a simple operation, it was a mission to bring the kids home and every man in the room understood the weight of that responsibility.I stood on the sidelines, watching them move like a well-oiled machine, but unlike them, my thoughts were restless.My instincts, sharp and insistent, screamed that something was wrong.I couldn’t pinpoint why but there was an undeniable sense of unease curling in my gut, growing stronger with each passing second.It wasn’t just nerves or anxiety about the danger. No, this was different. It felt like a warning, a whisper of imp
Emma’s POVThe silence between Jeff and me stretched long and heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts and the weight of the impossible choice before us.The air in the living room felt stifling, the tension so dense that even breathing felt like a challenge. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly as I tried to keep my frustration at bay.“We need to go to the police,” I said finally, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument.Jeff didn’t react immediately.He stood by the window, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring out into the darkness.The city lights cast a soft glow over his features, but even in the dimness, I could see the rigidity in his posture, the way his jaw clenched as if he were physically holding back his response.Then, finally, he turned to me, his expression hard, “No.”My brows furrowed, “No?”“No,” he repeated, this time with more force, “We’re not going to the police.”Anger flared in my chest. I shot up from the couch, taking a
Emma’s POVI stared at my phone, my fingers gripping it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with fear and uncertainty.Every passing second without a word from Sam felt like another needle pressing into my skin, another breath stolen from my lungs. It had been more than twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours of waiting, of pacing the room, of replaying every worst-case scenario in my head until my stomach twisted itself into knots.Across the room, Jeff stood by the window, his hands resting on the windowsill, his back rigid, his posture unyielding. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained rage in the way his fingers twitched every few moments.His phone sat on the table beside him, useless. There had been no ransom demand, no threats, nothing but a cruel, unbearable silence.I hadn’t slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined Jason and Anna trapped somewhere unfamiliar, scared, crying out for me.The thought
Sam’s POVSam leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface of his desk as he listened to his assistant rattle off updates.The muted sound of the city hummed outside the large glass windows of his office, but his focus was solely on the chaos he had orchestrated."Sir, the protest outside Anderson Industries escalated just as you predicted," Nathan, one of his most trusted associates, reported, "Security had to step in and there was some minor damage to company property. Employees were unable to enter the building for a while, and some even walked out, frustrated by the lack of order. Investors are getting skittish. Anderson Industries' stocks have already dropped by seven percent since the incident began."Sam smirked, his lips curling in satisfaction.Seven percent was a good start, but not enough, not nearly enough.Jeff Anderson was a titan in the business world, a man who had spent years solidifying his reputation, building a company that see
Emma's POV The world around me had stopped moving. The air felt too thick to breathe, the sounds around me too distant, as though I were trapped inside a nightmare. The moment I realized my twins were gone, something inside me shattered.I turned wildly, searching through the thinning smoke, scanning every face in the crowd for a glimpse of their tiny figures. The panic in my chest grew unbearable, twisting my stomach into painful knots.“Jason! Anna!”My voice cracked as I called their names, my vision blurred with unshed tears.“Lock down the building!” Jeff’s sharp command cut through the chaos, “Check every exit! No one leaves until we find them!”His security team was already moving, spreading out through the crowd, pushing past confused protesters and bewildered employees. Some people were shouting in frustration, others were yelling accusations, but I didn’t care.My children were missing.I felt Jeff’s hands on my shoulders, gripping tightly, “Emma listen to me,” he said, his
Emma’s POVThe noise outside Jeff’s office had grown louder, a chaotic blend of shouting, chants, and the occasional blare of a reporter’s microphone.From the window, I could see them, the protesters.Angry, relentless, and entirely under Sam’s influence, their signs were bold, their words sharper than knives:"Jeff Knight: The Tyrant CEO!""Justice for the Employees!""We Won’t Be Silenced!"Jeff sat at his desk, his back straight, his expression unreadable as he scrolled through articles on his tablet. He didn’t say anything, but the grip he had on the device was telling.I hesitated before speaking, “How bad is it?”He let out a slow, measured breath, then turned the tablet toward me, the headlines were brutal."Knight Enterprises Faces Protests Over CEO's Past Decisions.""Former Employees Speak Out: ‘Jeff Knight Destroyed Our Livelihoods.’""The Man Behind the Corporation, The Untold Truth About Jeff Anderson."“Some of these people,” he muttered, “I fired years ago and now they
Emma’s POVThe moment I stepped into the penthouse, I could feel the weight of something heavy in the air. It wasn’t obvious, no slamming doors, no shattered glass, but it was there, lingering, thick and unspoken.I had spent enough time around Jeff to recognize when something was wrong and tonight, something was definitely wrong.He stood near the window, his back to me, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The city lights reflected in the glass before him, a sea of movement and life, but Jeff wasn’t paying attention to any of it.He was completely still, his shoulders tense in a way that made my stomach tighten with unease.I took a slow step forward, carefully closing the door behind me. The soft click of the latch echoed in the silence, and that was when Jeff finally moved. He turned his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge my presence, but not enough for me to fully read his expression.I cleared my throat, "You're upset." It wasn’t a question, I was telling him. Jeff le