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
Chapter 25Emma’s POVThe next three days felt like stepping into a different world, one filled with laughter, love, and moments I hadn’t dared to dream of for a long time.Jeff had planned everything down to the tiniest detail, creating an adventure that was as magical for the twins, as it was healing for me.Our first stop was the Aspen Zoo, nestled in a scenic valley surrounded by snow covered mountains. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine, and the twins’ excitement was infectious as we passed through the entrance gates.“Look Mummy, it's a tiger.” Anna squealed, pointing toward the enclosure where a majestic Bengal tiger lay sprawled under a heat lamp, its amber eyes lazily surveying the crowd.Jason, ever the curious one, pressed his face against the glass of the reptile house, his breath fogging up the surface as he stared at a massive green anaconda, “Whoa, look at this snake. Daddy do you think it could eat a whole deer in one bite?”Jeff crouched beside him, h
Emma’s POVThe beach stretched endlessly before me, its beauty overshadowed by the hollow pit of fear tightening in my chest. Jason was still missing, and each passing moment without him felt like an eternity.The search party combed the sand, their voices calling his name. Jeff’s hand lingered on my arm, a quiet anchor to keep me steady, but even his strength was waning.Anna clung to my side, her tiny fingers clutching my shirt, her tear-streaked face buried against me. I brushed her hair with trembling fingers, whispering reassurances that felt more like prayers.“He’ll be okay,” I said softly, trying to convince myself as much as her.Jeff’s jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the horizon, “I should’ve watched him more closely.” He muttered, his voice low.“This isn’t your fault,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I truly believed it, “Right now, we just need to find him.”The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and orange. The once-crowded beach had begun to clear, leav
Emma’s POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of my new apartment, a modest two-bedroom in a quieter part of the city. It wasn’t what I envisioned when Jeff and I planned our life together, but it was mine now, and it was safe.Yet even surrounded by the soft hum of normalcy, my chest still ached with lingering fear. The memory of Jason’s frightened eyes, his trembling voice as he recounted his ordeal on the beach, refused to fade.The kids were adjusting, though not without resistance. Jason and Anna missed the sprawling space of Jeff’s house, the backyard where they played tag, and their his laughter echoing through the hallways.For them, this move was confusing and unfair, but I couldn’t explain the real reason we’d left.How could I tell them that staying with Jeff felt like keeping them attached to a storm? That every glance over my shoulder and every pounding in my chest reminded me how close I’d come to losing Jason?Jason sat cross-legged on the carpet, coloring
Emma’s POVThe air in my apartment was still and suffocating as I sat alone in the living room that night, trying to focus on the emails I’d left unanswered all day.The laptop’s faint glow illuminated my face, but my thoughts were miles away, swirling with everything Jeff had said.“And what about you? Are you safe Emma?”Those words replayed in my head like a broken record, and I hated how much they rattled me.Was I safe? Was this new life I’d carved out for the kids and me the answer? Or was I just running, dragging them along in a direction I wasn’t even sure of?I closed my laptop with a sigh and rubbed my temples, the kids were asleep in their room, their soft breaths audible if I strained to listen. They were the reason I was doing this, the reason I had to be strong, even when I didn’t feel it.The next morning, the questions still weighed on me as I arrived at work. My office, usually a place where I could bury myself in routine and distraction, felt like just another battle
Emma’s POVThe sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nose as I walked down the hallway of the hospital the next morning. The scent was a constant reminder of where I was and why.It wasn’t a place I wanted to become familiar with, but life had other plans. My hands were full, a bag of breakfast sandwiches and a tray holding two steaming coffees.Behind me, Jason and Anna followed, their little feet padding against the linoleum floor. Jason clutched his favorite stuffed dinosaur, his small hands gripping it tightly, while Anna held onto my free hand, her curiosity evident in her wide eyes.Jeff’s room was just ahead, the number etched in my mind. As we approached, I paused for a moment, glancing down at the kids.“Remember,” I said gently, crouching to their level, “Daddy needs us to be calm, okay? No jumping on him, even though I know you’re excited.”Anna nodded solemnly, her curls bouncing with the motion, while Jason looked down at his dinosaur, whispering something to it. S
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