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CHAPTER 52: Saving Maddox
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A chill wind rustles through the skeletal remains of what has once been a bustling factory. The broken windows allow streams of sunlight across the rusted machineries. My Betas and Gammas stare at me with either confusion or concern in their gazes. “What’s the matter, Alpha Braton?” Sarah asks. I tuck my phone back into my pocket, my mind still focused on the email I just received, particularly Eloise and Maddox’s photo. "I need to go. Stay here with these criminals. Torture them by any means. Do whatever or however to find out where my family is being kept.” -"You know, it's not safe to go alone. Have a couple of them accompany you.”- My eyes glitter with an intensity that’s both unsettling and determined. ‘No, Squall. This meeting is something I must do alone.’-”Alright. Do what you think is better.”- With a final nod to my Gammas and Betas, I melt back into the shadows, leaving the kidnappers in their care. The rain starts to pour relentlessly, an unyielding cascade that
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The penthouse is cloaked in an eerie silence. The muted glow of the city's lights filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that dance across the furnishings. As I limp into the penthouse, my shirt crumpled and stained with my own blood, my thoughts are consumed by Eloise and Maddox’s photo. The memory of their terrified faces haunt me with each painful step I take. I stagger into the living room, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. The scent of fresh flowers lingers in the air, a reminder of Eloise’s meticulous attention to detail. She has always been the one to infuse our home with warmth and life, but now that warmth has been replaced by a chilling emptiness. My trembling fingers brush against the smooth surface of the grand piano, the very first thing that Maddox touched when he first entered this place. The ivory keys seem to mock me with their pristine beauty, a contrast to the chaos that’s unraveling my life. I can’t bring myself to sit and pl
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The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the sprawling metropolis below, but the room's atmosphere is far from tranquil. A long, polished mahogany table stands at the center, flanked by rows of leather-clad chairs. Journalists, their cameras poised like hungry predators, crowd around, waiting for me to take a seat on the sofa. As I move to face the waiting journalists, the hush in the room is palpable. I take a deep breath while fixing my perfectly worn suit jacket, before perching myself on the sofa, positioning myself before the cameras. I clear my throat, my voice trembling ever so slightly as I begin, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me here today. I appear before you to address an issue of grave importance, one that concerns not only my company but my own father as well." The room is filled with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clicking of cameras, as the reporters lean forward, eager to hear what I have to say. "About a week ago, I made
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TRAYTON’S POV: The night is heavy around me, a man whose very name struck terror into the hearts of those who dare to cross his path. In the dimly lit study of my sprawling estate, I stand before a towering mahogany desk, clutching the ornate, black telephone with an iron grip. The room is cloaked in shadows, save for the soft glow of antique lamps that cast elongated silhouettes upon the walls, reminiscent of monstrous specters. Through my reflection in my empty champagne glass, my craggy face, etched with the marks of a lifetime spent in treacherous dealings, contorts into a mask of concern. My steely gold eyes, usually as cold as glacial ice, now glisten with a hint of doubts. Braxton’s voice through that phone call was breaking my carefully cultivated façade of evil and thrusting me into the abyss of worry. I issued no threats, made no demands for him to stop accusing me. I had merely listened, my heart, though I’d never admit it, aching with dread. Braxton is falling apart and i
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