Kurtis POV It’s been twenty-four hours, and still no sign of her. I’m losing it. Every lead feels like a dead end, and the clock is ticking faster than I can move. I should have been there, should have protected her. The weight of it all presses against my chest like a vise, suffocating me, and my mind keeps circling back to the last time I saw her smile.It was that morning, the day of our wedding. She’d smiled at me from across the room, her eyes glowing with love, her lips curling in that gentle, perfect way they always did. And now, she’s out there, somewhere, scared, alone. I can’t stop picturing her, trapped, helpless, wondering why I haven’t come for her yet. Every second that passes feels like another nail in my chest. I won’t let her down again.We’ve combed through security footage, spoken to everyone who could have possibly seen something, but still, nothing. It’s like she vanished into thin air, and the fear gnaws at me, eating away at any shred of composure I have left.
My wrists ached from the ropes biting into my skin, the rough fibers digging deep until I could barely feel my hands. Every breath I took felt like fire, burning its way through my chest as panic clawed at me from the inside. The darkness pressed in, suffocating, making the air thick and stale. There was only one dim light, an overhead bulb that flickered weakly, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the cracked concrete walls. “How long has it been?”Days? Hours? Time had lost all meaning after the first time they hit me. My cheek throbbed with a dull ache, swollen from the most recent blow, but I refused to give in. I wouldn’t cry. Not for them. Not when I still had hope, as fragile as it was. “Kurtis is coming. He’ll find me.”But doubt was creeping in. Gnawing at me, pulling at the edges of my mind. What if he didn’t get the message? What if he never found me?“No,” I whispered to myself, fighting back the tremor in my voice. I couldn’t afford to think like that. Not now
My heart raced as I struggled against the ropes binding my wrists. Every breath I took felt like fire, burning in my chest as the panic threatened to choke me. The darkness in the room pressed down on me, thick and suffocating. The only light came from the flickering bulb hanging overhead, casting long, eerie shadows on the concrete walls.How long had it been? Days? Hours? I lost track after the second time they hit me. My cheek was still swollen from the last blow, but I refused to cry. I wouldn’t give them that power over me. Not when I still had hope. “Kurtis is coming. He’ll find me.”But the doubt crept in, gnawing at the edges of my mind. What if he didn’t get the message? What if he never found me?I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of fear. I couldn’t think like that. Not now.The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, slow and deliberate. My pulse quickened as the door creaked open. The man who had taken me stepped in, his face hidden in the shadows. He looked at
KurtisThe night presses in around me, thick and suffocating, but my mind is sharper than ever. I can still feel the tension from the message vibrating in my hand. I know it’s a trap. But if it leads me to her…to Lyra…then I’ll walk straight into the lion’s den without a second thought.My phone buzzes again, the shrill sound cutting through the stillness of the car. I check the message, expecting another taunt from the kidnappers. Instead, it’s an unknown number. My heart hammers in my chest as I answer.“Speak.”A distorted voice responds, cold and mechanical. “Kurtis, I trust you got our message?”“Where is she?” I snap, gripping the steering wheel so hard it feels like it might break. “What do you want?”A low chuckle comes through the line, chilling me to the bone. “Relax. Lyra’s alive…for now. But her time is running out. You know what we want, Kurtis.”“I swear if you hurt her”“Calm down, hero,” the voice interrupts, almost bored. “We’re not interested in harming her, yet. Wha
Kurtis POV“Kurtis… you’re running out of time.”That voice. Calm, cruel, and too familiar. Every word he spoke scraped at my skin, clawing at the frayed edges of my sanity. My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles white, as I tried to control the rage bubbling inside me. “I’ve given you twenty-four hours,” the kidnapper continued, his tone smooth like he was enjoying this twisted game. “But let’s be clear, I’m not after your money. I’m after something much more valuable: your suffering. And watching you scramble around, desperate, clueless... that’s priceless.”“You touch her again, and I swear” I growled, my voice low, venomous.He chuckled, that mocking, icy sound sending a chill down my spine. “Swear what, Kurtis? You’ll do *what*, exactly? Right now, you’re powerless. Helpless. And that’s exactly where I want you.”Suddenly, I heard it. Barely audible, but it shattered me to my core.Lyra.A faint whimper in the background. She was scared. She was in pain.My heart slammed agai
Angela POV“Stick to the plan, Angela,” I muttered to myself, staring out into the night. My fingers gripped the windowsill as the cold wind brushed against my face. I could feel everything crumbling around me, slipping out of control. James was pushing too far. He liked the power he had over them, over Lyra. I knew it the moment I saw that twisted look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let her go easily.But that wasn't the plan. The ransom was already set, and Kurtis and his men were waiting. Lyra had to be released tonight, or everything would fall apart.I moved away from the window, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I paced back and forth, my mind racing. I could feel the weight of every decision pressing down on me. I had to be smart. One wrong move and this whole game would come crashing down.I picked up my phone and texted the men I had stationed near the edge of the lot. They were supposed to handle the release. I couldn’t show myself, not to Kurtis, and not to Lyr
Kurtis's POVI kicked open the door to the safe house, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I was carrying Lyra in my arms, her body limp, her skin cold against mine. Every step felt like a battle against time, and I could barely think straight as I looked down at her pale face."Lyra… baby girl, stay with me." My voice trembled, but I forced it out. I couldn’t lose her, not after everything we had been through.The house was quiet, too quiet, as I laid her down gently on the couch. My hands shook as I grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around her fragile body. Her eyes fluttered open for just a second before closing again, and my heart clenched in my chest. I had to do something. Fast.I crouched beside her, brushing the hair from her face. "You're safe now. I’ve got you," I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if she could hear me. I’d never seen her like this, so vulnerable, so helpless. It tore at something deep inside me, something primal. I had sworn to protect her, and now here she was
Lyra’s POV“Kurtis, I... I can’t believe she did this.” My voice trembled as I whispered, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. I could feel his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as if he could shield me from the reality of what Angela had done.He stroked my hair, his touch warm and reassuring. “I know, Lyra. I know.”I buried my face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him, comforting, familiar. But it didn’t stop the ache in my heart. My sister. My twin. How could she go this far?“She used me, Kurtis. She wanted me to break up with you for her, and now... now she’s bitter because you chose me. Because you love me,” I said, my voice breaking. I pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. “Angela’s always wanted everything for herself, but I never thought she’d go this far. She betrayed me. She betrayed *us*.”Kurtis’s eyes darkened with anger, but his touch remained gentle as he cupped my face. “She’s bitter, Lyra, and jealous. She thought she co