Chapter 37"Thank you," Clarke smiled as he pocketed the change and exited the store. The bottled water felt cold in his hand. As he walked back toward the park, his casual pace quickened when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something unsettling. It was a familiar IV stand standing abandoned by the bus stop.His heart pounded in his chest, each beat growing faster as dread crept in. He tightened his grip on the water bottle and broke into a sprint, the realization hitting him like a wave. "No... damn it..." he cursed under his breath, his free hand ruffling his hair in frustration.Calliope had run.She had vanished. The only sign of her was the abandoned IV stand. Clarke's heart pounded as he checked the bus schedule, hoping for some clue about where she might have gone.And when he finally knew where the first bus of the day was headed, he instantly raced back towards the hospital to take his car. As he approached the parking lot, he skidded to a halt upon seeing Mikhail,
Chapter 38But even after hours of relentless searching, combing every corner of the city, Mikhail and Clarke still failed to find Calliope. With the day slipping away and their exhaustion mounting, the grim reality of their situation settled in. The sun had long set by the time they finally gave up, each man driving back in silence, weighed down by the same crushing thought—she was gone, and they had no idea where she could be.As Mikhail parked his car and made his way inside, the feeling of defeat only deepened. He walked into his home, shoulders heavy, his mind still racing for answers. But as soon as he stepped inside, his eyes landed on his bubbly son, Hunter, who came running up to him with a smile that was impossible to miss."Papa!" Hunter called out, his arms wide open, eager for a hug.Mikhail couldn’t help but frown, a deep crease forming between his brows as his son’s happiness contrasted sharply with his own inner turmoil. He knelt down and hugged Hunter, but the weight
Chapter 39When they finally arrived at Mikhail’s estate, the staff rushed out to greet them. The maids quickly took Hunter in hand, soothing him as they helped him out of the car. Hunter, still clutching his stuffed bear, allowed himself to be led inside, his small face showing signs of tiredness after the long day.Mikhail, however, lingered outside, his mind still spinning from the conversation with Hunter. As soon as the maids disappeared inside with his son, Mikhail pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling with frustration as he dialed Clarke’s number. The phone rang a few times as each ring escalated his irritation.Finally, Clarke answered."Where is she?" Mikhail’s voice was low but seething, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "You acted like you were looking for her, too, but you found her, didn’t you? You found her and chose to hide her."Silence greeted him on the other end. Clarke didn’t respond immediately, and that silence only fueled Mikhail’s growing
Chapter 40Clarke threw his phone onto the bed and sank down beside it, resting his head in his hands. He sat there for a moment, lost in thought. “Where are you, Callie?” he mumbled to himself, his voice tinged with frustration and worry.He glanced at the phone lying next to him, its screen cracked but still functional. With a heavy sigh, he picked it up again and began scrolling through pictures of Calliope—photos from when they first became friends. Each image was a reminder of her vibrant smile, her laughter, and the life they had shared before everything became so complicated.He paused on a photo of them at a small café, both grinning widely as they clinked coffee cups. The memory was bittersweet now, a stark contrast to the uncertainty he felt. Clarke’s heart ached as he studied each picture, trying to piece together any clue that might lead him to her. His mind raced with memories and regrets, the weight of his actions pressing down on him."Why did things have to get so comp
Chapter 41Without a second thought, Clarke bolted forward while his heart raced with adrenaline and fear to the thought of Calliope's life being in danger. His men immediately followed, their footfalls echoing off the warehouse walls, though their attempts to move stealthily were in vain. The sound of their rushed steps reverberated through the cavernous space, alerting anyone nearby to their presence. But Clarke didn’t care—he was so close now. I’m coming, Callie.The flickering light from a distant bulb revealed shifting shadows in the far corners of the warehouse. Clarke’s mind was singularly focused on Calliope, but his men were more alert, scanning every inch of the surrounding area for threats. Their echoes had blown their cover, and now, from behind dilapidated crates and rusted machinery, Victor’s men stirred.One of them spotted the shadows darting across the floor. His eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he motioned to his comrades, silently signaling them to investigate
Chapter 42"What are you saying sorry for?" Clarke asked, his voice weak but determined, a half-smile tugging at his lips as if trying to ease her worry. He winced as the blood from his head wound began dripping, but he forced himself to rise on shaky legs, his determination outweighing the pain. "Clarke! Oh God! You're okay... You're okay..." Calliope repeated, her voice trembling with relief as tears streamed down her face. She tried to steady her breathing, her gaze fixed on Clarke as he finally freed her wrists. Her skin was raw from struggling, and his heart sank at the sight of the cuts and bruises on her body. Without hesitation, Clarke grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over her, shielding her exposed body from the cold air, his touch gentle and protective.Just as he helped Calliope to her feet, the door burst open with a loud crash. Clarke instinctively stepped in front of her, shielding her from any potential threat, but to his relief, it was his chief bodyguard, brea
Chapter 43Calliope stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly at her bruised reflection. The marks scattered across her skin didn’t feel new to her. She had seen them before, felt them before—traces left by the hands of men who had paid to touch her, to spend a night with her. Her body had long since grown numb to the sensation, trained to endure, conditioned to withstand the treatment. It had become a routine—a job she accepted as part of her life. But no amount of experience could prepare her for the feeling of being forced. The violation, the helplessness—it made her stomach churn in ways she hadn’t felt in years.She ran her fingers over the bruises, her expression hardening. It wasn’t pain that she felt, not physically. Her body had become used to this, used to being touched without affection, used to being treated like an object. But the disgust that crept under her skin, the feeling of being overpowered and broken—that was something she couldn’t numb herself to. No matter h
Chapter 44Calliope sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on Clarke, who bent down to meet her at eye level. Her fingers gently touched the bandaged wound on his head, her expression filled with sorrow and guilt. She couldn’t hide the dismay that washed over her as she traced the edges of the bandage, as if silently blaming herself for the injury he sustained. The weight of it all made her chest feel tight.Clarke, noticing the turmoil in her eyes, let out a soft chuckle. He gently took her hand off his head and kissed it tenderly, as if to reassure her. “I’m okay... see?” His smile was warm and disarming, and he placed her palm against his cheek, letting her feel the warmth radiating from his skin.Calliope's heart softened at the gesture, but the guilt still lingered. “I shouldn’t have—”“Shh,” Clarke interrupted gently, his voice calm and soothing. “I’d do it all over again if it meant keeping you safe.”Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time, they weren't just from sadness—there