***At the Cabin***The peaceful isolation of the mountain retreat was an illusion, and Emma knew it wouldn’t last. Mrs. Williams had become increasingly uneasy after spotting movement in the woods days earlier. She hadn’t mentioned it to Emma, not wanting to add more stress, but her vigilance had doubled.That evening, as the twins dozed by the fire, Mrs. Williams heard a faint rustling outside. She froze, her eyes narrowing as she reached for the rifle by the door. Steeling her nerves, she peeked through the window and saw the glint of something metallic—likely a scope or a camera lens.Her heart pounding, she backed away from the window and whispered urgently to the twins. “Upstairs, now. Be quiet, and don’t come out until I say.”The twins obeyed, their eyes wide with fear, sensing her seriousness. Once they were safely out of sight, Mrs. Williams crept toward the back door, positioning herself in the shadows. If someone was out there, they wouldn’t get in without a fight.***Emma’
The safe house was eerily quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fireplace, it illuminated the room a little bit so it wasn't completely dark.Emma sat by the window, staring into the dark woods that surrounded the cabin and the oppressive silence seemed to grow louder with every passing moment, pressing down on her like a weight she couldn’t quite shake off.She couldn’t escape the feeling that danger was closer than ever, lurking just beyond the trees, right behind her, she could feel it on the back of her hair. The soft chirping of crickets offered no comfort, only a strong reminder of how alone they truly were.On the table beside her, a stack of files sat untouched.They weighed heavily on her, each page containing damning evidence about The Collective’s reach but she knew it wasn't enough.Evidence wasn’t enough to stop them, it wasn’t enough to protect her children, her fingers curled into a fist and her jaw was locked tightly as frustration mounted.“You're still up?”
David’s sobs echoed in the room, filling the air with a heavy sense of betrayal.Emma stood frozen, her mind racing as she processed his confession while the others remained silent, their gazes darting between David and Emma, waiting for her next move.Finally, Emma stepped forward, her voice cold and measured, “Explain. Now.”David lifted his tear-streaked face, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush, “They….. they approached me months ago.”Flashback to three months agoDavid's felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing, he was being watched by someone. He didn't know who or why but he didn't like it. He thanked the barister as his coffee was handed to him and immediately ran out of the café. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself so he tried to be subtle about it. Though anyone who watched him closely could tell he was walking faster than usual but that was just to anyone. The moment he turned at the next corner, David knew he had walked into a trap. A bunc
Emma’s eyelids fluttered open to the glare of hospital lights. The scent of antiseptic filled her nose, and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was heard in her ears.Her head throbbed and she could feel a loud pounding in her head and her body felt like it had been through a war.“Where…?” She muttered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.“Mommy.”The familiar voice pulled her fully awake, turning her head, she saw her twins, Jason and Anna huddled beside her, tears streaked their small faces as they clung to her arms, their tiny hands trembling.“Mommy, you’re awake.” Anna cried, burying her face in Emma’s shoulder.“Baby, don’t cry baby. Mummy's right here, I'm here with you baby.” Emma whispered, forcing herself to sit up despite the sharp pain radiating through her body. She wrapped an arm around each child, holding them close.Her gaze shifted to the far corner of the room, where a tall, imposing figure stood silently, Jeff, her ex-husband, what was he doing here? Why was h
Emma's POVThe air was thick, and suffocating, smoke billowed in twisting plumes, obscuring the bright afternoon sun. Emma stumbled through the chaos, her breaths shallow and ragged as acrid fumes filled her lungs.Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the disharmonious sounds of screams and sirens echoing in the distance."Help!"A voice cried out, distant yet piercing, cutting through the chaos. Emma turned, her hands trembling, the voice seemed familiar, tugging at the edges of her memory, but the swirling haze made it impossible to see.The ground beneath her feet was uneven, littered with shards of glass, chunks of debris, and the scorched remains of what once were lives."Emma!"The voice called her name again and this time, it was sharper and more desperate.She squinted, her eyes burning from the smoke, through the haze, she could make out a figure, a man, his silhouette outlined by flickering flames, it was Jaxon."Jaxon."She screamed, her vo
Chapter 21Emma’s POVThe shrill beep of my alarm pierced through the silence, waking me up from a tangled web of uneasy dreams. My hand darted out to silence it, and my blurry eyes landed on the glowing red digits of the clock.7:45AM.A jolt of panic shot through me as I quickly sat up in bed, “Oh no, no, no,” I muttered, tossing the covers aside and springing, literally jumping out of bed.How had I overslept?Well I blame it on the fact that I hadn't returned to bed immediately when I came down to get water in the early hours of the morning. Jeff had kept me company and I had to say, he was not so annoying to be around, at least not anymore. I remember when we had just gotten married back then, I couldn't even look him in the eyes not to talk of being in the same room as him, I was that terrified of him. So I was a little bit awed and intrigued when he sat down with me earlier and we even had a conversation, truth was, I didn't want it to end but all good things must come to an
Emma's POVThe faint echo of footsteps grew louder, each sound like the ticking of a clock winding down.My grip on Jeff's arm tightened, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. Across from me, Mrs. Williams stood rigid, clutching the edge of the desk as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded."Stay behind me." Jeff whispered, his voice firm but soothing, a sharp contrast to the chaos in my head.Every creak and groan of the office seemed heightened, every shadow more scary.I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the darkened glass window, I was wide-eyed, trembling, vulnerable. This wasn’t me, I wasn’t supposed to be this helpless.The door creaked open, and I stopped breathing. A shadow stretched across the floor like a predator stalking its prey, my heart hammered against my ribcage as Jeff stepped forward, shielding me.“Who’s there?” Jeff demanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the tense silence.A figure stumbled into the room, and for a terrifying second, I was sure
Emma's POVIt had been a few days since Jeff and I had dinner together. The memory lingered in the back of my mind like the warmth of a fading sunset.We had shared something real that night, a moment where the walls between us had started to come down but reality had a way of creeping back in, and now I was back to my usual routine; juggling work, motherhood, and the complex feelings Jeff’s presence stirred in me.The front door opened, and the sound of small feet pattering on the hardwood floors brought me back to the present. Jason and Anna burst into the house, their laughter filling the air like music. I turned from the kitchen counter, my heart swelling as they raced toward me, their backpacks bouncing with every step.“Mama,” Anna exclaimed, flinging her tiny arms around my waist. Jason wasn’t far behind, squeezing in for a group hug.“Hey, my loves,” I said, kissing the tops of their heads, “How was daycare today?”“It was so fun,” Jason said, his eyes wide with excitement, “M
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