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[Darcy]A baby's cry greeted my return from work. I rushed to the nursery and was touched to see the tear-stained baby. I went over and hugged him. Briefly, he stopped crying and sobbed.“Do you miss Mommy? You know Mommy is coming home, but greet her with your loud voice. Why aren't you laughing? Aren't you tired of crying like this?” I asked.The six-month-old baby just rested his head on my chest. He sobbed because he had cried too much. I went back to work when he turned three months old. That was the only time I could give him my full attention.Keane was like any other baby when his mother was away, but he had a new habit. After he remembered the time I returned home, my son cried. My little one knew when I was coming home. If I were late, he would keep crying until I got home.“You can't go on like this, dear. I have meetings after working hours. I can't come home at the same time every day,” I cooed.My phone in the bag rang. The babysitter took my baby so that I could answer
Keane's favorite stuffed animal wasn't on his bed. Some of his favorite toys weren't on top of the dresser either. I checked his drawers. It was empty. No. Who took my son? Could the babysitter have kidnapped my baby?I rushed out of the room and checked the nanny's room. Her wardrobe was empty. The suitcase she used to carry her belongings wasn't beside the closet either. Oh, my God. It couldn't be happening.I dialed the woman's phone. Hearing the dial tone, I waited impatiently. But until the ringing ended, the woman didn't answer. Olivia didn't pick up after two calls. Shit! Where did the nanny take my son?My phone vibrated as I descended the stairs. Reading the name, I answered immediately. “What did you do to Keane? Where is he!?”“I'm at Channing's house, ma'am. Keane is with me,” she answered.“Oh.” I was stunned. That was right. Maybe Mom asked her to bring my son there because I stayed in Cullen's room. “I'm coming.”I felt relieved knowing my son was in safe hands. Thankfu
My heart was pounding, suffocating my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My hands were tingling because I was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I breathed and hurried to get my phone from my bag.“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” a man said through the front door glass beside me. His friends stood in front of my car, pointing their guns at me. “Don't try to call the police, and get out of your car carefully.”I swallowed hard. Who among my enemies had sent those people? Were they going to kill me or hurt me slowly? My whole body was trembling. Catching my breath couldn't help me calm down.“Get out!” The man beside me knocked loudly on the door glass.I unlocked the car and opened it. The man pulled my body impatiently. "What the hell is this!? Who are you!?" I scolded, trying to get up the courage.“You don't need to know who we are.” The man glanced at the companion at his side. The second man placed a piece of paper before me. “Pay your debt.”I scoffed.
Remembering my purpose for entering, I ignored the strangeness and approached the safe box. I entered the code and opened it. There should have been velvet boxes of various sizes and colors inside. What appeared before me was an empty safe.My knees buckled, but I braced myself. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My hands trembled as I fingered the drawers. My vision wasn't wrong. The safe was empty. There wasn't a single jewelry box left.“No... It can't be happening...” I shook my head. “This can't be happening to me...” I looked around me.I understood what had changed. The limited edition of clothes, bags, shoes, and so on that were supposed to be in the room were gone. They only left clothes that were not as expensive as the limited collections.“Please...” I still had hope.I dragged my feet to another room, Cullen's closet. After opening the door, the lights turned on automatically. I took in my surroundings with a broken heart. It was empty. They left nothing.“No...”
Misfortunes happened in my life and ruined my reputation, but I never felt that humiliated. I had money. The savings account was mine, in my name. How could the bank let someone else control it without my permission?My best friend smiled as we parted, but I knew she was laughing at me and my stupidity. My face heated up, unable to hide my humiliation. I was getting into my car when friend after friend called me to cancel our appointment.I chuckled. It wasn't a coincidence. Did Frida tell them I asked to meet to discuss work? My laughter grew uncontrollably loud. Then the laughter turned into sobs, choking my chest. Gosh. Betrayal was painful.I headed for the bank and strolled inside, where the priority customer service was. A woman greeted me, but I passed her by. I knocked and entered the room.“I want to withdraw all my money from this bank,” I ordered the woman inside.“Mrs. Cullen Channing, good afternoon. Please have a seat.” She stood up and gestured toward the chair across fr
[Sinclair]I was content to watch that wicked woman lose one thing after another that she had. She should know what it was like to be at the lowest point in her life. That stupid man helped her last year, but not this year.Her in-laws were ruthless. She spared nothing, even taking away Darcy's rights. Her efforts to protect her property from her daughter-in-law's deviousness were commendable. Anyone would have done the same if they were in her shoes.However, I didn't expect that heartless woman to give up so easily. I wouldn't have believed my men's report if I hadn't seen it myself. The evil woman shifted a wooden box and climbed onto it. She couldn't end her life!My men held her hand, preventing her from going over the guardrail. They pulled her away from the place and brought her to me. The woman struggled, but the two men outmatched her.“What the hell! Let me go!” the woman screeched in annoyance.“I didn't expect someone like you to dare to die.” I glanced at the fence.Darcy
I hated local elections. All those candidates smiled in front of the camera, pretending to help the poor but blackmailing people like me for campaign funds. They thought I got all the money easily.“Let me handle it.” Enzo stood up and straightened his shirt.“No need.” I rose to my feet and walked toward the door. “The sooner they leave, the sooner the guests will be comfortable. I don't want to lose customers.”I waited for the elevator to go down to the ground floor while thinking of a sentence to counter the accusations of the police who came to my club. They didn't tell my men the purpose of their visit. So, I had to guess it myself.Arriving at the ground floor, I headed for the front door. After nodding to the security guard, I strolled into the room on the second floor. The waitress opened the door, and her colleague served food and drinks on the table.I sat down, awaiting the arrival of the troublemaker. I put an ice cube in a glass and poured scotch into it. I took a sip of
[Darcy]Today was a long day. The day that was both painful and shocking. I had a troubled family, but I didn't expect my father to borrow that much money without my knowledge. Why didn't he learn from his mistakes?I was the CEO of our family company. Twice, the company collapsed in my hands because he wasn't honest about financial management. How could he ruin my good name for his own pleasure? They must have used the money for splurges.I had little time and needed to save my son. The new problem came when I thought I was at the lowest point in my life. Was I being punished for my past sins? My eyes heated up, remembering all my crimes.“We're here,” Felicia, my boss, said. She opened the car door and gestured for me to get out on the same side.I complied. The building ahead of me was the nearest apartment to Sinclair's nightclub. That was the name of the heartless man. Felicia approached the entrance, so I followed her. Two men walked with us to the elevator.Felicia pressed the
Other women didn't ask. They wished I danced with them or stared at them. They would let me touch and kiss them whenever I felt like it. Darcy was different, of course.In the heat of the dance, she didn't get carried away. She outwitted me with her touches and moans. I thought she would surrender to my kisses. Instead, her mind was alert, and her eyes stared at me.“Dance with you,” I answered.“Kissing isn't dancing.” She glanced at my lips.“I always get what I want.” I kissed her lips when she was caught off guard.I put my hands behind her head when she tried to distance herself from me. Darcy pushed against my chest, but her strength wasn't strong enough to keep me away from her. When she bit my lips, I caressed her chest.She moaned, releasing my lips. I took advantage of it by deepening my kiss. Her husband died a few days ago, but they hadn't slept together for a long time. I knew she wanted it but denied her need.I didn't care why my body responded to her temptation. When I
Only Enzo could contact me through my phone when I wasn't at the club. Other employees had to report to my assistant, who passed the report on to me. Felicia was different because she was in charge of a special person.“Speak,” I said.“Someone injured Darcy. I need access to the camera footage in the training room,” Felicia reported. She sounded serious and urgent.“You should have told Enzo, not called me. Only the security guards, Enzo, and I can enter the security room. So, report it to my assistant,” I ordered.“Sin,” Felicia said. Her voice turned soft and pleading. “What happened to us?”I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did Felicia seriously ask about us? What happened to us? I didn't understand. We were being professional towards each other. Why was she suddenly asking about us as if we had a special relationship?One dance. I only had one dance with Felicia when she accompanied me to an event. We didn't have any relationship or sleep together. She didn't mention the inc
[Sinclair]After texting Enzo the dancer's name that Dustin wanted, I put my phone in the inner pocket of my jacket. I stepped out of the car into the hotel lobby. After mentioning my name to the restaurant's front desk, she appointed her colleague to escort me.The woman led me to a room. She knocked on the door before opening it. A man inside stood up and extended his hand to me.“Sorry, I'm late.” I shook his hand.“You're not late,” Errol said. He let go of my hand and pointed to the chair across from him. “Have a seat. Let's order some food before we talk.”Errol Fiander was a well-known hotel owner who was constantly expanding his business. That ambitious man had borrowed a considerable amount of money from my company. He didn't let me down by repaying the debt on time. I used half of it to buy shares in his hotel.It was the right decision because the profit sharing was huge. Hans' business gave me more than Errol's hotel, though. I knew why he asked me to meet. He needed a loa
The motorcycle tires screeched. My heart pounded loudly, deafening my ears. I almost stopped breathing because death was so close. I didn't want to die. My son needed me. If I was gone, who would raise him?Realizing I was okay, and the bike was still upright, I opened my eyes. Wesley took his hand away from my back. He wanted to continue, but a woman got out of the driver's side of the car and blocked his way.Another woman came out of the passenger side. She gave me a sharp look and stopped at the back of the car. Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, I sighed. They wouldn't leave until I complied with their wishes.I got off the motorcycle and took off my helmet. Thankfully, my legs weren't shaking anymore. “What is it?” I asked, challenging their piercing gazes.Wesley held out his hand, shielding me from Jean. The woman approached me with a fierce face. She was wrong if she thought I would be afraid of her with that expression.“Shut up and stay out of this, Wesley. Or I
I came to the park to calm myself and escape my routine. My thoughts went back to my son and the pain of our separation. I didn't know if we would survive not seeing each other for three months.A woman came over when I was sad thinking about my baby. She looked at me with a happy face with the baby in her arms, making me jealous. Oh. The woman's face was familiar, but I couldn't remember where I met her.“I knew you wouldn't recognize me. My name's Lydia Tonkin. I'm a dancer at Sinclair's club,” she said, introducing herself.“Oh. I'm sorry.” I was stunned. Gosh. I said the word sorry.“I understand. You're a new dancer and don't know all of us yet.” Lydia glanced at my side. “Are you alone, or will someone be sitting there?”“Oh. Please.” I moved my bag to let her sit beside me.“Thank you.” She sat down and put her big bag on her right side. “I should make some milk before my daughter wakes up. She may be hungry.”The baby was small. She might be about four or five months old. The
[Darcy]I put my bag on the couch and sat down. Tonight's events were completely unexpected. I was almost free from my big problem. I could be free from that humiliating job and live a normal life again.However, I couldn't do that without my son. My eyes heated up. I wanted to leave that job as soon as possible. But I needed a job to get my son back. Leaving Sinclair's club without a job was suicide.My friends abandoned me. They wouldn't give me a job no matter how low the level. How could I survive without working? I didn't want to beg or go to social centers. I could survive without other people's pity.Sean coming and redeeming me was unexpected. What was so lucrative about the mayor's position that he would throw away fifty million dollars for me? Had Bridget not committed that crime against me, none would have happened.Feeling my chest hurt, I dragged my feet to the kitchen. I grabbed the breast pump. Sadly, I wasted a lot of milk I should have given to my son. But I wouldn't
I wouldn't forgive anyone who dared to touch that child. I guarded him from the moment he was born with my life. Therefore, I chose the best person to watch over him. If anything happened to him, the person who guarded him would die first.“Master Dashiell called when they were at the playground. People attacked us there. We managed to subdue them and get home without anyone following,” he reported.“Prove it,” I urged.The call turned into a video call. My son's bodyguard appeared on the screen before he switched to the back camera of his phone. He showed Dashiell sleeping peacefully in his bed. There were no cuts or bruises on his face, hands, body, or legs.After showing all that, he covered my son with the blanket and exited the room. “Master Dashiell wanted to talk to you yesterday. We forbade it. He used his friend's phone to call you and Lionel.”“Who attacked you?” I asked.He mentioned the group that had been my nemesis. They couldn't do that in NYC. That was why I was wary w
[Sinclair]Enzo didn't have to wait long to find out the outcome of our bet. Sean came to the club again to get my answer to his request the night before. He even arrived earlier than the twenty-four hours he had set.Since it wasn't the agreed time, I didn't meet him in his room. Sean needed to know I wasn't his subordinate, whom he could order around at will. Although the legitimate mayor was his party mate, that man would be on my side rather than Sean's.I accompanied my VVIP guests in a special room, watching my dancers perform on stage. I had never been interested in their performances, but Darcy was different. Somehow, I couldn't look away when watching her dance before me.Like Felicia said, her body was curvy. The other dancers were more attractive than her physically. Was it her blonde hair and blue eyes that attracted me? No. Some of the strippers also had the same hair and eyes as hers.The strength was that she was prettier than the other dancers. Growing up in a wealthy
The dancers made way for the man to enter the room. I was surprised that two women followed him. Our superior's right-hand man walked toward me. The ladies standing before me moved out of the way.“Meryl and Jean have something to say to you,” Enzo said.The two women elbowed each other, telling their friend to start. I was grateful that they had arrived on time. Everyone could see who was at fault in the conflict between us. I didn't have to bother defending myself or clearing my name.“Darcy, I apologize for taking your money and locking you in the practice room last night,” Jean said. She handed me a brown envelope. “This is your money. Please count it. I didn't take a dime.”I hadn't had time to count the money I'd gotten last night. So, I didn't know if she gave it all back or took a few pieces. But I didn't care about that. My money was back. That was the most important thing.“Thank you,” I said, accepting the envelope.“I also apologize for taking your money and locking you in