BRIELLE’S POV"Please, Please..." Those were the only words that flew out of Brielle’s lips when she felt hefty hands pulling her out of the car. The gunshots from earlier continued to fill the air, increasing in volume, and she could hear voices speaking around her. Whoever was holding her body had one of his arms around her neck, squeezing it tightly to stop her from talking, and she couldn't even turn to look around. She kept wiggling, beating the heavy arms around her with her two hands, pulling and struggling, but all her attempts to break free were futile. Everywhere was dark, and dragging her gaze back toward the stationary vehicle where she had been seated, Brielle’s panic increased as she watched the car become smaller and smaller.Brielle could still see Madeline seated comfortably, hands on her head, and looking away from them; she had the heartbreaking realization that Madeline knew what was happening. Madeline wasn't even moved, and the more she was dragged away on t
MADELINE’S POVThe screams from Brielle were the highlight of Madeline's evening, and as she watched from the window, she felt a huge sense of relief wash over her almost immediately. Finally, one of her obstacles was out of the way.Laughing heartily, Madeline instantly froze when she heard her name being screamed from afar, and she felt like turning around, looking at Brielle in the face, and telling her that she had indeed been betrayed, but well, she kept her calm.It would make the poor girl feel even worse, and Madeline laughed sarcastically at the thought. Her hands stretched out, Madeline locked the car doors properly, and then sitting with her gaze straight, she started to think of her next cause of action.Brielle was out of the way, and now her next target was Lady Delilah.Getting the mistress out of the way would be difficult; Madeline knew this, but she would not back down or relent. While she was still thinking, she noticed someone pass through the tinted windows of
BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's nose was filled with the stench of urine and dung, and as her eyes flew open, she let out a prolonged dry cough. She felt disoriented for a split second, unable to move her body or look around her surroundings. All she could do was lay things down, her head racing and her eyes darting across the floor as she tried to remember what was happening. “Arghhh…” Her head pounded heavily as she yelled slowly, letting out a muffled pain. It felt like someone had thrown a stone on top of it, and it was now as heavy as ice and aching like hell. Her entire body also ached, aside from the throbbing ache in her head. Everything felt heavy, and the only thing she could do at this point was cry. When a tear rolled down her cheek, the memories flooded back, and Brielle shook her head vigorously, attempting to forget what she had just remembered but failed miserably. The kidnapping... Lady Delilah's conversation with someone about slave trade issues, and then the last th
DARIUS POV"Do you think this is all right?" Darius inquired, stretching his hands towards the Arabian client he had just finished speaking with, and the man accepted the handshake with a nod. "I suppose so. But, lest I forget, there's this popular real estate deal I have a feeling you're unaware of." Darius's brows quirked in amusement and intrigue, and with a lift of his hands, he urged the man to continue speaking, which he dutifully did. It didn't take more than fifteen or twenty minutes, and they were done with the real estate discussion as well. "Thank you so much, Mr. Alil, for informing me. I would research this, and thanks for letting me know." Darius was saying again, shaking his client's sweaty palms for the umpteenth time. "Would you like to accompany me? I have some special treats for you." Mr. Alil inquired, a wink on the older man's brow, but Darius waved off his offer. “No, no. I'm fine." "I have the best girls. Some ebony black beauties with such legs, bosoms, a
TWO DAYS LATERBRIELLE’S POVBrielle awoke from her depraved slumber due to the sudden light taps on her skin and the soft feminine voices she was hearing in her head. Dragging her chained hands up towards her face, she attempted to rub at her eyes, removing any trace of sleep therein."Mmmmm..." She mumbled, still hearing the familiar feminine voice telling her to wake up and eat lunch. It was Madam Britney, and the lovely old lady had been serving her half-cooked or sometimes stale food for the past few days. The aroma of the overly spicy food filled the air again, and Brielle immediately locked eyes with the old lady, who yelled out a greeting at first."How are you doing, dear?" Brielle had no response because her throat was stuck, her voice was cracked, and if she could pass out from exhaustion right now, she would. She was even angry that the woman had woken her up from her sleep, bringing her back to this harsh reality, and she blinked back a tear that burned at the back o
MADELINE’S POVMadeline's ears perked up as she overheard the gossip from the two maids beside her. They were all in the kitchen, washing dishes together, and the maids appeared to be conversing without her. She didn't mind that they hadn't included her; instead, she raised her shoulders protectively as she listened to them discuss Lord Darius's impending arrival. Lord Darius's arrival in two days was no longer breaking news to her, but it was rather unusual that he was arriving so early. The last time he’d gone on a business trip like this one, he’d spent so much time, so why was he returning earlier? Well, maybe he'd finished his business and dealt with whatever had prompted him to embark on the journey in the first place. So it was right for him to come back to his mansion. With a sigh, Madeline’s thoughts continued to run wild. She wondered what would happen if Lord Darius discovered Brielle's disappearance. Most importantly, she began to anticipate when he would personally
DARIUS POVIt was already evening when Darius arrived at his mansion, and despite feeling tired after the long journey, he was relieved to have arrived safely. He should have taken a flight; perhaps he wouldn't have felt so exhausted, but he had reasons for using his vehicle convoy, right? His phone beeped, signaling an incoming message from one of his business clients, but he turned it off and slipped it into his pocket. Darius would avoid taking any business calls or attending any appointments or meetings he had missed for the rest of the day and into the weekend. Inhaling sharply, as the cool evening breeze flowed into the car, he cleared his throat and winded down his car window. A honk brought him back to reality; Darius watched as the gigantic gate that housed his mansion drew open, and his jeep entered the compound with lightning speed. Darius looked around the compound through his window glass. His car convoy was right behind him, the vehicles housing the security team th
MADELINE’S POV Madeline walked down to Lady Delilah's room, her feet hurriedly passing through door after door. She had her hand pleated behind her, her gut shaking, as she walked briskly, wanting to answer the summon by Lady Delilah and go to her room and rest. Lord Darius had arrived today, and while she was relieved to see him after such a long time, Madeline couldn't deny that she was uneasy knowing that Brielle was no longer present and that he would soon begin his questions. Madeline shuddered as she considered the questions she would be forced to answer. He'd probably ask her about their most recent activity together. The last night Brielle was alive, and even though Madeline would spill her carefully crafted lies, she was determined to sound truthful so he could believe whatever she said. Madeline was aware that the upcoming interrogation was also the reason Lady Delilah had called. She stopped in front of the large steel door that housed the mistress's room, lifted her