Emma’s POVPresent DayThe hospital room was eerily silent. The air, thick with tension, made it hard to breathe. My hands trembled as I clutched the DNA test results, my heart slamming against my ribs.This couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be.I lifted my gaze slowly, my eyes shifting between the two men standing before me, Jeff and Sam.Jeff’s face was unreadable, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing, his hands were shoved into his pockets, his jaw tight.Sam, on the other hand, was furious. His nostrils flared, his fists clenched at his sides, his entire body radiated anger and betrayal, and his dark eyes burned with rage as he glared at me.“What the hell is this Emma?” Sam’s voice was low, dangerous.I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my mind racing.Sam snatched the paper from my hands and scanned the words again, his expression growing darker with each second. Then, he scoffed.“This has to be a joke,” he mutt
Emma’s POVEver since finding out Jeff was the biological father of my children, life had taken a drastic turn, but for the better.At first, Jeff had his doubts, I understood.It wasn’t every day you found out that you had two kids you never knew about, but even after the DNA test results at the hospital, I saw the hesitation in his eyes.So to put his mind at ease, he went to another hospital and had another test done, this time for both Anna and Jason.When the second test came back, confirming once again that he was their father, something changed in him. He no longer just accepted the truth, he believed it.And from that moment on, Jeff was a different man.He was happier, more at ease, he laughed more, he played with the kids every chance he got. There were no more walls between him and them, he had let himself love them fully, completely.And the best part? The twins adored him just as much too.They clung to him at every opportunity, running into his arms when he got home, beg
Sam’s POV Betrayal.It was a bitter taste in my mouth, one that wouldn’t fade no matter how hard I tried to swallow it down.It sat heavy in my chest, a burning ache that refused to subside, twisting into something darker, something ruthless.I had trusted Emma.I had believed her when she looked me in the eyes and told me the twins were mine. I had built my entire future around that belief, shaping my every decision around the idea that one day, I would be the father my children needed, but it was all a lie.A cruel, merciless lie.I sat in my office, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window at the city below, New York stretched out before me, bustling and thriving, indifferent to the storm raging inside me.The people walking the streets, the ones sitting in their expensive offices or racing through their busy schedules, had no idea that my world had just imploded.I exhaled sharply, gripping the arms of my chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white.How could she do this to me?
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
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 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
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 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
Emma’s POVI woke up to an unusual silence.I tried opening my eyes, blinking rapidly as sunlight was peeking into the room from behind the curtains, I stretched my hand across the bed, expecting to feel Jeff’s body beside me, but the space was empty.I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sounds from downstairs but the house was quiet, too quiet. That alone made my heart race.Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my robe and walked toward the hallway, "Jeff?"My voice called out in the silence, but there was no response.I checked the twins' rooms first, but their beds were made, untouched since the morning, that only deepened my confusion. Where had they all gone without telling me?I rushed back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Jeff’s number, it rang a few times before he finally picked up."Hey sweetheart." His voice was calm and steady, that was a good sign. "Jeff where are you? Where are the twins?" I asked, the concern in my voice was very
Emma’s POVThe house had never felt so heavy before.Even though the twins were back, safe and unharmed, a strange silence settled over our home, lingering in every corner, stretching between every conversation.It wasn’t the comforting quiet of peace but the unsettling silence of wounds too deep to be seen.Jason and Anna weren’t the same as well, I didn't expect them to be, if they were, I would be scared too.They had always been energetic, filling the house with their endless chatter, their giggles bouncing off the walls, their feet constantly thudding against the wooden floors as they ran from room to room.But now, they barely spoke unless spoken to.They flinched at the slightest sound, their tiny hands gripping mine or Jeff’s whenever they were startled. At night, they screamed in their sleep.The nightmares came more consistently, each one worse than the last. I would rush into their room, hold them close, whisper reassurances, but nothing seemed to help, I had never felt so
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