All Chapters of Watch Me; SHINE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Tony’s Point of ViewThe sound of Lucie’s text notification pulled me from my thoughts. I grabbed my phone and opened the message, my eyes narrowing as I read the address Gabby had provided.Zurich. On the outskirts.Finally, we had a lead, and now, the real plan could begin. I glanced up at the others in the room—Marcus, Ivy, and Regina—each of them wearing varying expressions of tension and resolve.“Got the address,” I said, holding up my phone and placing it on the table in front of us.Marcus leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “So what’s next?” he asked, his tone laced with both curiosity and doubt.I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the edge of the table. “You both—Marcus and Ivy—are going to call Frank,” I began, my voice steady and deliberate. “Tell him you spotted someone who looks exactly like Amelia heading to the airport.”I reached into a folder beside me and pulled out a stack of photos, tossing them onto the table. The pictures showed Amelia from different

Ace’s Point of ViewThe car hummed quietly as it sped down the deserted highway, the soft glow of streetlights occasionally breaking the darkness. The address Amelia had given us was programmed into the GPS, and it was leading us to the outskirts of a small Swiss town. I kept my focus on the road ahead, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.Uncle Nick sat in the passenger seat, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.Despite his calm exterior, I could sense his tension. He was a man of few words, but his presence always carried a weight of authority that was impossible to ignore.I glanced at him briefly. “We’re about thirty minutes out,” I said, breaking the silence.Nick nodded, his gaze never leaving the window. “Good. Let’s make this quick and clean. The sooner we have the boy, the sooner we can move on to the next step.”I nodded in agreement, but a part of me couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in my chest. This wasn’t just another task—it was a critical move

Frank’s Point of View“Have you gotten the address?” I asked Gabby, my voice sharp and impatient.“Yes,” she answered, hesitantly. There was a noticeable quiver in her voice that made me pause.I frowned, leaning back in my chair as I gripped the phone tighter. “Where is she, Gabby? Spit it out.”“She’s... she’s planning to go to Italy.”Italy. My lips curled into a slow smirk. It made sense. Amelia thought she was smart, always trying to stay one step ahead. But she didn’t realize I was always two steps ahead of her.“You’ll keep me updated,” I commanded. “I want to know the exact time she leaves, the flight number, everything.”“Yes, Frank,” Gabby whispered.“And Gabby?”“Yes?”“Next time you withhold information from me, your son pays the price. Do you understand me?” My tone was as cold as the steel blade I kept hidden in my drawer.Her breath hitched, and I could almost see the fear in her wide eyes. It was a beautiful thing, fear. It made people predictable, easy to control.“I

Gabby’s Point of ViewThe morning had been quiet, almost too quiet, and that was exactly how I knew something was about to change. I had spent the past few days living with the weight of knowing that Frank’s hold on me would never end—until now. Until Lucie had come, bringing my son, and a glimmer of hope that I could finally escape the man who had controlled every part of my life for so long.I was sitting on the couch, staring at the floor, when I heard the soft knock on the door. My heart skipped in my chest. Was it Frank? Was he back? The thought made my stomach twist, but as I stood and walked to the door, the sight of Lucie standing there with my son made my breath catch.“Lucie...” I whispered, my voice barely audible.he looked at me with gentle eyes, his expression unreadable as he stepped inside, holding my son’s hand. He looked up at me with wide eyes, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt something hope, love, peace everything I had longed for.

Amelia's point of View;The house was alive with the hum of laughter and conversation, the kind of warmth that only came with family. The dining room, spacious yet cozy, was transformed into a Thanksgiving haven. A long table stretched from one end of the room to the other, adorned with golden candles, fall-themed decor, and a feast that could feed twice the number of guests we had invited.This wasn’t just Thanksgiving it was a celebration of survival, a toast to the end of chaos, and a moment to breathe after months of tension. Lucie and I had made it through the storm, and now, surrounded by loved ones, it felt like the world was finally tilting back into place.I stood by the window, watching as snow flurries began to dance outside. Lucie came up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist. His warmth was a comfort, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my chest.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.I nodded, leaning back against