LOGINShare
Chapter 64: A Trap
Last Updated:
2025-04-29 22:02:02
Related chapters
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 65: Sarah’s Fear
The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 66: Shame and Anger
“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 67: Rescue
I should have known something was wrong the moment the wind changed.It came suddenly, sharp and acrid, like sweat and smoke and blood. It wasn’t the cool, clean breeze I’d grown used to on the ridge behind the safehouse. I paused halfway through my usual walk, turning to glance back at the small cabin nestled between the trees. Everything looked the same. Quiet. Still.But my skin prickled.“Daniel!” I screamed, stumbling backward, as I saw him fall like a pack of card on the floor, already looking lifelessThree of them. Maybe four. Faces wrapped in cloth, eyes cold and distant, like they weren’t even human anymore. Just shadows with weapons.I could see from a distance that there were other men in total black, like the guards of the mansion but they seemed to actually attack the maids. It was definitely not our guards. Daniel tried to stand. He made it to one knee before the second man kicked him full in the ribs, a crack echoing through the clearing. I couldn’t move. My feet we
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 68: A Promise to Himself
Lorenzo’s POVShe was in my arms, but it still didn’t feel real.Ny wife, barely able to stand, but alive.I held her like the world would tear her away again if I let go. Her breath hitched against my chest, every inhale a sob, her fists gripping my jacket like she didn’t believe I was real.Truth be told, I wasn’t sure either.The barn reeked of rot and rust. One of the men was still groaning in the corner, gut-shot, barely breathing. I didn’t care. Not yet. My whole body was coiled tight, every muscle ready to snap. But I forced myself to focus on her first.“You’re safe,” I whispered, one hand cupping the back of her head, fingers brushing over a swollen welt behind her ear. Rage flared again. “I’ve got you.”I lifted her gently, cradling her against my chest. She was lighter than she should’ve been. Hadn’t eaten. They’d kept her tied up like an animal. I could feel it in the way she flinched, not from me, but from the memory of what they did.I carried her outside into the pal
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 69: Monster Donga
Sarah’s POVI didn’t sleep much.Even though I was safe. Even though Lorenzo barely left my side, even to breathe. My body knew I was free, but my mind hadn’t caught up. The dark didn’t feel like peace anymore, it felt like the barn, like rope on my wrists, like metal against my skull.I’d wake in cold sweats, breathing hard, fingers curled into fists that refused to unclench.Sometimes I screamed.Sometimes I was silent.I hated that I had spiraled again. The last time this happened, I was still back home with nanny. Why was I being so weak again?However, Lorenzo was always there. Holding me. Steady as stone. He didn’t flinch when I sobbed against his chest or when I punched the mattress in frustration because I couldn’t stop shaking at the sound of a creaking floorboard. He didn’t speak unless I asked him to. He just stayed.And somehow, that helped.Still, there were moments I hated myself for what I felt.I hated how small I was now. How fragile. Like I was made of broken glass
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 70: Pain and Freedom
Sarah’s POVFor the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe.Not the shallow, anxious breaths I’d taken after the kidnapping. Not the trembling ones I’d hidden from Lorenzo at night. This breath was full, deep, real, grounding. The kind of breath that didn’t come with dread tangled in the back of my throat.I stood on the ridge just behind the cabin, wrapped in a blanket, watching the sunrise bleed gold across the trees. The air was crisp and still. Somewhere in the distance, water trickled through thawing ground. It felt like a beginning. Not just of spring, but of something inside me, something that had been buried under fear and pain.Healing isn’t clean. It’s jagged. Uneven. Some mornings I still woke in a cold sweat, certain I could hear the rasp of rope against wood or the sound of boots on barn floors. But those memories didn’t control me the way they used to. They no longer felt like cages. Just echoes. Old ghosts that I had stopped running from.Now, I faced t
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 71: Peace
Sarah’s POVIt started with a single step.One step off the porch, then two. Three steps into the wind, jacket zipped, boots laced, and heart thumping like it hadn’t done something this brave in a while. I told Lorenzo I needed to walk alone today. He didn’t argue. He just gave me a thermos of tea, kissed my forehead, and said he’d be here when I got back.It’s funny, idea of freedom used to terrify me as much as I craved it. Not the philosophical kind, the kind people post quotes about. I mean real freedom. The kind that requires choice. Movement. The kind that means you step beyond your safe place and trust the world not to hurt you again.But this morning, the sunlight through the trees was too beautiful to ignore. The wind too inviting. The quiet too rich to fill with fear.I had to go.Even if it was just a mile into the woods.Even if it was just for me.The trail behind our cabin was one I hadn’t walked alone since the kidnapping. Daniel had cleared it once, back when he was
Last Updated : 2025-04-29The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 72: Sarah’s Bravery
Sarah’s POVIt happened on a Tuesday.The kind of day that felt ordinary in all the right ways, socks warm from the dryer, fresh coffee in my favorite mug, and Lorenzo’s jacket draped over the kitchen chair because he never remembered to hang it up. The wind carried the smell of pine, and I had just sent my first message to a support group I found online. I was building something again. Piece by piece.I thought I was safe.I thought peace had roots now, buried deep enough that nothing could dig them up.I was wrong.I’d gone out to the clearing again, the same one I had walked to days before when I finally felt free in my body again. I’d brought my journal and a blanket, planning to spend an hour under the clouds scribbling thoughts and hopes and maybe even a letter to my younger self.The wind was softer today. The sky open and merciful.I didn’t hear him at first.Didn’t sense it.Didn’t feel the old, heavy darkness until it was already too close.The snap of a branch.I turned.An
Last Updated : 2025-04-29
Latest chapter
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 73: Her Safety
Lorenzo’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not because I couldn’t. Because I wouldn’t.Sarah lay curled against me, finally still after hours of trembling. Her face was peaceful now, but I knew that peace was borrowed. Fragile. Her breathing was even, but I felt the storm she was holding back. It pulsed under her skin, and in the small sounds she made whenever the wind knocked against the windows. Every time, I reached for her. Every time, she clung a little tighter.I kept my eyes on the ceiling, memorizing every creak in the cabin’s frame. Every groan in the wood. I tracked the trees outside by the way their shadows shifted across the floor. I listened for anything. Everything.Because I knew he was still out there.Donga.That bastard had come back, not just as a threat, but as a ghost Sarah was finally starting to lay to rest. And now, she was bleeding again.Not on the outside.But in all the places I couldn’t reach with my hands.By dawn, I had a plan. It wasn’t perfect. Plans rar
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 72: Sarah’s Bravery
Sarah’s POVIt happened on a Tuesday.The kind of day that felt ordinary in all the right ways, socks warm from the dryer, fresh coffee in my favorite mug, and Lorenzo’s jacket draped over the kitchen chair because he never remembered to hang it up. The wind carried the smell of pine, and I had just sent my first message to a support group I found online. I was building something again. Piece by piece.I thought I was safe.I thought peace had roots now, buried deep enough that nothing could dig them up.I was wrong.I’d gone out to the clearing again, the same one I had walked to days before when I finally felt free in my body again. I’d brought my journal and a blanket, planning to spend an hour under the clouds scribbling thoughts and hopes and maybe even a letter to my younger self.The wind was softer today. The sky open and merciful.I didn’t hear him at first.Didn’t sense it.Didn’t feel the old, heavy darkness until it was already too close.The snap of a branch.I turned.An
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 71: Peace
Sarah’s POVIt started with a single step.One step off the porch, then two. Three steps into the wind, jacket zipped, boots laced, and heart thumping like it hadn’t done something this brave in a while. I told Lorenzo I needed to walk alone today. He didn’t argue. He just gave me a thermos of tea, kissed my forehead, and said he’d be here when I got back.It’s funny, idea of freedom used to terrify me as much as I craved it. Not the philosophical kind, the kind people post quotes about. I mean real freedom. The kind that requires choice. Movement. The kind that means you step beyond your safe place and trust the world not to hurt you again.But this morning, the sunlight through the trees was too beautiful to ignore. The wind too inviting. The quiet too rich to fill with fear.I had to go.Even if it was just a mile into the woods.Even if it was just for me.The trail behind our cabin was one I hadn’t walked alone since the kidnapping. Daniel had cleared it once, back when he was
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 70: Pain and Freedom
Sarah’s POVFor the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe.Not the shallow, anxious breaths I’d taken after the kidnapping. Not the trembling ones I’d hidden from Lorenzo at night. This breath was full, deep, real, grounding. The kind of breath that didn’t come with dread tangled in the back of my throat.I stood on the ridge just behind the cabin, wrapped in a blanket, watching the sunrise bleed gold across the trees. The air was crisp and still. Somewhere in the distance, water trickled through thawing ground. It felt like a beginning. Not just of spring, but of something inside me, something that had been buried under fear and pain.Healing isn’t clean. It’s jagged. Uneven. Some mornings I still woke in a cold sweat, certain I could hear the rasp of rope against wood or the sound of boots on barn floors. But those memories didn’t control me the way they used to. They no longer felt like cages. Just echoes. Old ghosts that I had stopped running from.Now, I faced t
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 69: Monster Donga
Sarah’s POVI didn’t sleep much.Even though I was safe. Even though Lorenzo barely left my side, even to breathe. My body knew I was free, but my mind hadn’t caught up. The dark didn’t feel like peace anymore, it felt like the barn, like rope on my wrists, like metal against my skull.I’d wake in cold sweats, breathing hard, fingers curled into fists that refused to unclench.Sometimes I screamed.Sometimes I was silent.I hated that I had spiraled again. The last time this happened, I was still back home with nanny. Why was I being so weak again?However, Lorenzo was always there. Holding me. Steady as stone. He didn’t flinch when I sobbed against his chest or when I punched the mattress in frustration because I couldn’t stop shaking at the sound of a creaking floorboard. He didn’t speak unless I asked him to. He just stayed.And somehow, that helped.Still, there were moments I hated myself for what I felt.I hated how small I was now. How fragile. Like I was made of broken glass
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 68: A Promise to Himself
Lorenzo’s POVShe was in my arms, but it still didn’t feel real.Ny wife, barely able to stand, but alive.I held her like the world would tear her away again if I let go. Her breath hitched against my chest, every inhale a sob, her fists gripping my jacket like she didn’t believe I was real.Truth be told, I wasn’t sure either.The barn reeked of rot and rust. One of the men was still groaning in the corner, gut-shot, barely breathing. I didn’t care. Not yet. My whole body was coiled tight, every muscle ready to snap. But I forced myself to focus on her first.“You’re safe,” I whispered, one hand cupping the back of her head, fingers brushing over a swollen welt behind her ear. Rage flared again. “I’ve got you.”I lifted her gently, cradling her against my chest. She was lighter than she should’ve been. Hadn’t eaten. They’d kept her tied up like an animal. I could feel it in the way she flinched, not from me, but from the memory of what they did.I carried her outside into the pal
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 67: Rescue
I should have known something was wrong the moment the wind changed.It came suddenly, sharp and acrid, like sweat and smoke and blood. It wasn’t the cool, clean breeze I’d grown used to on the ridge behind the safehouse. I paused halfway through my usual walk, turning to glance back at the small cabin nestled between the trees. Everything looked the same. Quiet. Still.But my skin prickled.“Daniel!” I screamed, stumbling backward, as I saw him fall like a pack of card on the floor, already looking lifelessThree of them. Maybe four. Faces wrapped in cloth, eyes cold and distant, like they weren’t even human anymore. Just shadows with weapons.I could see from a distance that there were other men in total black, like the guards of the mansion but they seemed to actually attack the maids. It was definitely not our guards. Daniel tried to stand. He made it to one knee before the second man kicked him full in the ribs, a crack echoing through the clearing. I couldn’t move. My feet we
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 66: Shame and Anger
“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 65: Sarah’s Fear
The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac
