River carried Riley through the grand entryway of his sprawling mansion, her eyes widening as she took in the marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork lining the walls. “Admiring the decor?” River asked, his deep voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. “It’s…quite the house,” she mumbled, avoiding his penetrating blue gaze. The intensity in his eyes unnerved her, hinting at a barely contained rage simmering beneath the surface. She had no doubt this man was capable of terrible things in his quest for vengeance. But right now, it felt good being carried by him like a princess. River’s lips twitched, but there was no humor in it. “Amazing what blood money can buy, isn’t it?” He walked toward a room. Riley’s heart hammered in her chest as dark thoughts swirled in her mind. Was he leading her to another prison to lock her away in? Would she still be tortured for information about Alexander and his organization? She swallowed hard. “Where are you taking me?” Her voice soun
"I will not watch my mouth." River couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. What would it take to show her that she is still in danger and that defying him would only make things worse? "You have no idea what I'm capable of," he threatened, hoping it would help her realize. "Oh? Are you capable of cooking? Because I am starving," Riley announced. He heard Tiffany giggle behind him, and his anger flared even more. River's jaw tightened. This girl had a nerve, that was for sure. He was accustomed to dealing with people who were afraid of him, not those who taunted him outright. The thought of her sitting there, so calmly demanding food, while his world was falling apart, made him seethe. "Fine," he snapped. "I'll have something brought up for you. But don't think for a second that you're in any position to make demands." Riley's lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but she said nothing more. River turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind h
River woke with a start, his body on fire. The sheets were soaked through with sweat, clinging to his skin like a second skin. His head pounded, vision swimming as he struggled to orient himself. With trembling limbs, River pushed himself up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. The room tilted and spun, but he gritted his teeth against the nausea rising in his throat. River stood on unsteady feet, clutching the bedpost for support. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, jaw clenched in determination. He was fine. He was not getting sick. He never got sick! One step. Then another. His muscles screamed in protest, and the wound on the shoulder hurt like hell, but he pushed onward. He made it to the door and paused, vision dimming for a moment. When it cleared, his gaze sharpened with purpose. He put the key in and unlocked the door. He found Riley in her room, staring out the window. Her shoulders were tense, and her hands curled into fists at her sides. Waiting. Watch
Riley quickly pulled the phone from River's pocket, her heart pounding as she fumbled with it. The device felt foreign in her hands, but she had to focus. Her father had to know where she was, and she needed to figure out her next steps. She dialed the number, praying that her father would pick up. The phone rang several times before a familiar voice answered. "Foster!" he growled. "Dad, it's me," Riley said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Riley! Where are you? Did he hurt you?" he said. Riley hesitated. The logical thing would be to tell her father she was at River's house so he could send his men to rescue her. But there was another part of her, that didn't want to do that. If she did that while River was lying here, weak and vulnerable from fever, her father's men would easily overpower him and could possibly kill him. As much as Riley claimed to hate River, she couldn't just get the man killed! Riley took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Dad, I'm okay.
Riley's guilt intensified, knowing that Ellie's absence was tied to the turmoil River was experiencing. "No, River," Riley said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's me, Riley. Ellie isn't here." River's eyes fluttered open, still clouded with feverish delirium. He looked at Riley with a puzzled expression. "Ellie? I thought you left me." She gently placed a hand on his arm, trying to offer some comfort despite the complexity of the situation. "I'm here," Riley said softly. "I am not Ellie, but I am here." "You should've never left," River continued as if he hadn't heard her. "Oh, Ellie. Why did you leave me? The kids...the kids..." he groaned as if in pain. Riley's heart ached at the mention of River's children and the way he spoke of Ellie. She tightened her grip on his arm, her voice soft and soothing. "Shhh...Ellie is not here," she said gently. "She's gone. But you need to focus on getting better. Your fever is coming down." River's eyes were glazed with confusion
Meanwhile, Alexander Torres was seething, pacing back and forth in his study. The news that Riley hadn’t taken the opportunity to escape from River baffled and infuriated him. He had been preparing for an all-out assault to rescue her, but her refusal to run complicated things. What was keeping her there? What hold did River have on his daughter? He slammed his fist on the desk, his frustration boiling over. “Damn it, Riley,” he muttered under his breath. “What are you doing?” A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in, he said grimly. Giovanni stepped in. “I’ve got some news.” Alexander waved his hands, motioning him to go on. “We found Frank Milani, your daughter’s fiancé,” he said Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his frustration momentarily giving way to interest. “And?” he prompted, his voice cold and measured. Giovanni hesitated for a fraction of a second, then continued. “He’s been laying low since the engagement party. Seems like he’s more concerned about his
River lay motionless on the bed, his body wracked with fever. Sweat poured down his face, soaking the pillow beneath his head. He coughed violently, his chest heaving with each labored breath.Riley watched him from the doorway, her brow furrowed. She couldn't understand the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside her - fear, anger, but also a strange twinge of concern for this cruel, dangerous man. The man who had kidnapped her to use as a pawn in his vicious game of revenge against her father.Backing away, Riley retreated to the living room. Her mind raced as she paced back and forth across the hardwood floor. She really ought to find a way out of here.Her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't just sit here, a helpless captive, not knowing what comes next. Her father must be going out of his mind with worry, marshaling all his resources to find her.Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered Riley's thought. Her body tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as s
Riley watched quietly from the doorway as Valerie leaned over River in his bed."River Foster, you need to eat every last spoonful of this chicken soup if you want to get your strength back," Valerie said sternly, tapping her finger on the bowl. Her brows were furrowed with loving concern.River grimaced. "I am not a fucking child, Val. I am your older brother. You don't need to spoon feed me spoon.""If you are not a child, stop acting like one," Valerie said and nearly shoved the spoon into his mouth."God, Val. Did you just come here to bully me?" River asked. His voice had lost its edge. He was still weak from his fever.Valerie's face softened. She squeezed his shoulder. "I just worry about you, big brother. Someone's got to take care of you."As Riley observed the tender exchange, a lump formed in her throat. Memories of her own mother flooded her mind - the way Mama used to scold her to eat all her vegetables, the gentle hugs whenever Riley skinned her knee, the fierce protecti