CIARA'S POVFor the past week, I had watched Kayla Smith and her son. Not only did I know his school's closing hours, I knew practically everything that had to do with Kayla Smith's schedule. I was perfecting my plan, putting everything in place to make sure that on that D-day, no stone would be left unturned. We were going to execute our plans perfectly, and that was why I was watching her, I was rounding up my plans. Getting out of bed, I poured water on my face, then brushed my teeth. I sent a text message to Adrian, informing him about the abduction. Today was the day, and once he was in, there was no going back. I donned on a shirt and trousers, then slipped into my car. I spent about five minutes waiting for Adrian to arrive. He arrived, carrying a bag that contained the ski mask and other tools we were going to use to carry out our plans. Biding our time, we sipped beer together while time flew. I smoked a cigarette, then we exited the restaurant together. By the time it wa
KAYLA'S POVMy head was spinning, I was perspiring furiously and my heart was hammering in my chest. Images of Liam flashed across my mind time and time again, and for a moment, I wanted to fall out of exhaustion and fatigue. Why kidnap my son? Why not kidnap me instead? Why not torment me and let my son go free? The questions popped up in my mind, all of them without answers. They were like rhetorical questions, rhetorical questions that hurt me, that made me question my existence and how badly I had performed as a mother. “Ma'am, please calm down. I've just called the headmaster, he'll be here in a few minutes. Please, I'm pretty sure we can sort this out.”But I wasn't listening. All my mind could do was manufacture images of Liam suffering, images of him being tortured or worse, being beaten. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Was it a prank?It wasn't a prank. It was happening before my eyes, my son was missing. By the time the headmaster emerged from the building in his shir
TRISTAN'S POVWhen I got Kayla's text, I was about to enter a meeting with a company that consisted of Europeans hustling for a good place to boost their business and build one of their branches. Ignoring the prospects and the potential that the meeting could provide, I stepped out of my office, my world seeming to come to a halt. Despite the fact that Liam wasn't confirmed to be my son yet, I treated him like my son. Hell, he was one of the reasons I had even stayed true to Kayla in the first place. He was the one that had me going there, his cheerfulness and his free spiritedness was just what I had always wanted.He was me ten years ago, he was the teenager I used to be. He was a lovely child, and when I heard the news, I wondered why anyone would do such a thing. What did one even want to achieve by kidnapping such a child? What wrong had he done? What had he done apart from bring more love and more cheerfulness to the world? As I plowed the roads, navigating my way to the poli
CIARA'S POVWhen Liam came to, I was ready. With a bottle of orange juice and some waffles, I knew that he was already starving. For the past few hours, I had been pacing, suspecting that I had used too much chloroform. He hadn't been breathing properly, and that was what I was afraid of. When I checked his pulse and found out that it was beating faintly, I finally calmed down enough to run to a grocery store and get the snacks that were in my hand. Adrian sat down, playing games on the television with a console. It was a house that I had managed to rent last minute in order for it to fit with our plans. I had stocked it enough to make a child comfortable.The aim was not to make the child suffer, but to make his parents afraid. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't going to touch a hair on Liam Smith's head. He was going to go back home safe and sound, but first of all, our plans had to be achieved, the aim of him being in the house and enjoying the expenses he was plunging us into w
TRISTIAN'S POVI waited in the silence with Kayla until she was ready to leave the station. So far, no woman in a yellow blouse and a black skirt had been found, and it was already getting late. I glanced at my watch, then glanced at her pitiful frame and her red rimmed eyes swollen from too much crying.I had been trying my best, but she was pushing me away. And for the umpteenth time, I wondered where and what I had done wrong. By the time she stood up and was ready to go, I accompanied her, careful not to touch her before she unleashed the pent up anger and frustration boiling inside of her onto me. I waved the officer goodbye, and we exited his office.The officer with a baton and a sandwich was on one of the chairs now, his eyes reddened in exhaustion and weariness. He waved at me, and I guided Kayla to my car who refused to enter, advancing instead to the side of the road to probably do what I thought she was about to do, hail a taxi. I watched her, my mind racing and my head
TRISTAN'S POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, blinding me momentarily. My head aching, I stood up, acknowledging the aroma of fried eggs and bacon that seemed to be wafting around the room. Staring around the house, I discovered that I wasn't at home.I was at Kayla's, and the events of the previous day like a movie played through my mind and my memory. I was tired, my back felt as if it would shatter at the moment, but I knew that I had signed up for this when I had asked her to choose me a few days ago.It was my responsibility to make sure she was okay. She was my responsibility now, my obligation.I stood up, finding my way to the bathroom where I urinated, then splashed some water on my face. The headache was gradually reducing, but my neck was on fire. I attributed it to the fact that I had spent the night on a couch. It made me remember the days I had spent on Ciara's couch. Now things were better, I slept in a king sized bed everyday and even trying to sleep on a
KAYLA'S POVI left my house, wiping the tears that stung my eyes and was now flowing freely down my cheeks. The pent up frustration and anger that I had inside of me had now been released. I didn't know what to feel, if to feel good or to feel bad.Good because letting all those emotions bottled up inside of me was actually doing more harm than good. Bad because in the process of letting out all that pent up frustration and anger, I had hurt my boyfriend and the father of my child. It was clear that he knew that Liam was his child, but he was too afraid to express it. It was there in his eyes. How come I was accusing him of kidnapping his own child? How come I was accusing him of abducting a boy that he clearly loved so much? But at that moment, I didn't know what to believe anymore. The frustration and the anger was messing with my mind, and I allowed it to as it pleased. I allowed it to control me, to let me say those evil things to someone who had clearly tried his best for me. W
TRISTIAN'S POVI stared at the office of the private investigator I was about to consult, my hands in my pockets. When I had consulted a few friends and Google, I had been told that Clark Lucas was the best sleuth and private investigator there was in the city, and if I wanted my case to be solved or a mystery to be dealt with, I should go to him. That was why I was in his office by this time, the bad breath of waking up still stinking in my mouth. It told me one thing, that I would go any length for the woman I loved, that I would do anything for Kayla Smith. I wanted her to know that. Slipping into the building and knocking at the door that said Clark Lucas, I slipped a chewing gum into my mouth to get rid of the bad breath. When he said come in with a very gruff voice, I opened the door, letting myself into his office.It was an office that looked as if it needed renovation badly. The paint was peeling, and a window was broken by something that looked like a stone or a baseball.
KAYLA'S POV The courtroom was filled to the brim. The tension was crackling, and one could hear a pin drop.Both lawyers had presented their arguments, and it was up to the jury to make their decision before it would be passed down to the judge.I stare at Tristian Ravenford, who stared at me in return. He was in a beautiful suit, and he looked handsome. His wound was healing fast, and his life was returning back to normal. All of our lives were returning back to normal.Liam was in school once again, and his story was being turned into a documentary. A writer was also writing it to turn it into a book, it was a beautiful story, a story of survival and determination to survive, to live. I was back at work, but I had a different plan for myself and my son after this case. During the past year while the case had been dragging on, I had used the proceeds of Nova interiors to set up another branch in California. That was my plan. I was going to move away with Liam, and I was going to st
KAYLA'S POVI fell in shock as I watched the life seep out of the man I had come to love. He was bleeding profusely, and from the distant look in his eyes, I could see that he was gradually fading.The gun had fallen from Ciara's hand and she was also bent in worry, her hair soaking up Tristian's blood as she bent to check if he was breathing. I was dumbfounded. I was lost. I was crippled with fear. I didn't know what to do at that moment, I could only pray that Tristian Ravenford didn't die. I couldn't imagine living without him, I couldn't imagine losing him. I was crying now, but I wasn't myself. It seemed I was looking at everything happening from a distance. That was what fear seemed to do to me. Fear was one of my enemies, and anytime it hit me at its fullest, I would suddenly go numb. I was paralyzed by fear. By the fear of death. But at that moment, the paralysis disappeared because a dozen sirens began to sound, and even the huge siren of the ambulance made me wipe my tea
KAYLA'S POVI left the station after Tristian. I wanted to know where he was going. When he kissed me on the forehead, there was something in his eyes, a determined look that told me all I needed to know. He was going somewhere, somewhere dangerous, and he didn't want me to know. For all I knew, the kiss on my forehead was one of farewell. And if I was going to lose my son, I didn't want to lose him too no matter how much I hated the chaos he had brought into my life. That was why I left the station in a taxi, telling the taxi to follow his car. I was afraid for him. I was afraid that he wasn't going to come back to me, afraid of the steely determined expression I had found on his face, of the look in his eyes. I didn't want to lose Tristian Ravenford because I still loved him. And I would do anything to keep that love alive and burning. His car stopped next to a house that had overgrown grass and peeling paint. I stopped the taxi, paying the bald headed driver off and tipping hi
TRISTIAN'S POVI drove out of the police station, my feet on the accelerator. I knew exactly where Ciara's old house was located, and even though I wasn't particularly sure, I felt that she was inside there. My instincts told me so. There was no other place Ciara Hemsworth went to hide when things were tough, and I believed that she was still in that house, probably waiting for the chaos she had created to die down. But why?Why did it have to be Liam? What had I done to Ciara to deserve the hate and the dislike? What had I done, that had deserved Kayla's son being kidnapped, that had almost brought a rift in our relationship and destroyed it?As far as I knew, I had never left Ciara just because I wanted to leave her. I had left her because my life was endangered, because I knew and felt that if she was capable of ganging up with my old friends and stealing my money, then there was nothing she couldn't do to satisfy her greed for money. But why?Why had she gone ahead to try and d
CIARA'S POV I stood next to my car, crouching. I was quite a distance from the apartment I shared with Adrian, but I could see everything that was happening. I had initially wanted to go out, but I had just discovered that I had forgotten the stash of cash I wanted to use in purchasing gas for my car.About four or more police squad cars had filled the yard, and I could see a few policemen come out. A megaphone rented the air, announcing that anyone in the house should come forth. When I saw Adrian come out of the house his hands raised in surrender, my heart skipped a beat. The policemen were all over him in seconds, his body against the squad car. A few officers went inside the house, and I imagined them combing the house, looking for Liam. I nodded grimly. Jokes on them. That was my reason for taking him to the orphanage. It was just as if I had known. It was happening before my eyes. The officers came forth from the house empty-handed. A few questions were thrown to Adrian wh
ADRIAN'S POV I stared at Camila, surprised, hurt and angry. How dare she choose Tristian Ravenford over me? I had been in the meeting for days, the spoils were mine to take.How come she had made the whole shareholders still vote for Tristian over me? I was annoyed. Standing, I addressed them, my hands trembling in anger.Without mincing words, I left the agency, anger coursing through my veins. How was it possible? How had he made it happen?I knew that Camila was once his lover, but how she had successfully maneuvered the decision of the shareholders to favor Tristian Ravenford was beyond me. I saw everything I had planned by trying to get power come crashing down. I wasn't going to get a good lawyer, and I wasn't going to get custody of my daughter.Dejected, I entered the house I now shared with Ciara, surprised to see her eating and not finding Liam anywhere.“Ciara? Where's Liam?”She stared at me, grinning widely.“Didn't you get my text? Him being around wasn't safe. I've ta
KAYLA'S POVComing back home, I noticed Tristan's Porsche in my garage once again. For the record, I knew what he was going through at the moment. I had heard that he hadn't even been going to work anymore.He was going through the same feelings I was going through because of Liam. It was clear as day. Maybe I was treating him quite wrongly, maybe I was treating him unfairly. He had already gone to three private investigators, and most of them had been paid without any results. It was all the same thing.He was sitting on the stairs and stood up when he saw me, his eyes glinting in happiness. His hair was a mess, his shirt was stained and even his beards were unshaven. At that moment, all I wanted to do was hold him. We had been through a lot together, and I knew it was best if I let him come into my house at least for the time being. He sat on the sofa, watching television while I took a shower. When I entered the sitting room, I could see his eyes light up as soon as he saw me in
ADRIAN'S POVI stared at my wife, Natalie. She was stating her terms clearly, and although she had said it before, I couldn't believe it. I was finding it difficult to believe that she meant what she was saying, that she was indeed doing what I thought she was doing.For the past two weeks, I had been so occupied with my role in the Liam abduction that I had absolutely no time for anything else. That meant missing a few of Natalie's calls and texts, and getting back to the house I used to call mine after that period, I was shocked to see everything packed up. Natalie was staring at me, awaiting my reply.She had stated her terms fairly. She wanted a divorce. And she wanted to take custody of our daughter.“Come on, Natalie, come off it.”“There's no coming off anything, Adrian Ravenford. You left the house for two weeks, never returned my calls or texts. Never checked up on your daughter. Never even bothered to ask us how we were faring. And now you hope to see your house in the orde
CIARA'S POVI didn't like the way things were going. It was now a week and Tristian Ravenford wasn't still mine. It drove me crazy, the fact that I might be doing all this in vain, that at the end of the day, he might not even belong to me. He was probably still with Kayla right now, and even thinking about it made me hurt with anger. Adrian on the other hand had started to infiltrate Tristian's agency. Due to the fact that he wasn't coming to work, it was stated in the company rules that within two working weeks, if the head of the shareholders didn't show up, then it was natural for a member of his family to take up the post after a vote. Adrian was going to his agency everyday without Tristian's knowledge, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his heart's desire, before he achieved what he was seeking. And what about me? When was I going to achieve mine?It hurt me and as I stared at Liam, I suddenly realized that the hatred I felt towards him and his mother