All Chapters of I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Molly hurried down the corridor as Braston, with impressive agility, had already obtained her data under the new name she used. He had paid the doctor to provide him with all the information in real-time through his email. With discreet steps, he closely followed her, even though the girl was completely distracted. Upon leaving the clinic, Molly found her brother parking the motorcycle right in front of her, startling her. Braston watched the scene a few meters away as Matheus gave him a cold, implacable look, indicating that he was already expecting him. Braston merely responded with a wicked smile, though he didn't intend to provoke a conflict. "What are you doing here?" Matheus questioned, his voice tense. "I told you it wasn't safe to walk alone. I followed you after you left, and you didn't even notice," he explained, trying to justify himself. "Why do you keep doing this? I need privacy, you know?" Molly grumbled, annoyed by her brother's intrusion. "Unfortunately, you won't h

Molly lay unconscious on the bed, her purse torn and a damp trail staining the white fabric. The scene was shocking, something the man had never witnessed before. He watched the trail left by the girl, a mixture of disgust and helplessness overcoming him.His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind. What to do? Lack of experience left him stunned, unable to make a rational decision.Molly breathed slowly, her pale lips slightly parted. Despite her unconsciousness, the fragility in which she found herself was evident. The situation was critical."What are you waiting for?" shouted one of the men as he entered abruptly, encountering Braston in serene composure."Waiting for the child to be born, of course! Water broken, baby on the way?" Braston retorted, perplexed. His henchmen, even more confused, stared at the man who apparently held the second position in command after Braston."It depends, sir!" replied Mustafa firmly, advisor and friend of Braston and his father."Depends?" Braston inquir

Traces of the PastThe men's echoing footsteps thundered as they rushed down the stairs, the child safely nestled in their padded bag."Are you having fun?" the man questioned upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, just before the exit, holding a bag with baby items. The three stopped abruptly. Immediately, the henchmen aimed their guns at Matheus."You know you can't kill me, right?" Matheus asked confidently, a smirk playing on his lips. Braston just caught his breath and descended the rest of the stairs, signaling for the men to lower their weapons. "But if you want some trouble..." Matheus commented, reaching for the knife at his waist."This isn't the time for conflict, especially with a child in the middle," Braston warned impartially, stopping in front of Matheus without flinching."Not yet," Matheus retorted, his voice laced with threat. "But know that you three will die by my hands." However, it wasn't the henchmen he was threatening with this conversation, and Braston knew

Braston's Plan"Do you have the last thing I asked for?," he inquired of Mustafa, who nodded in confirmation. Braston made his way out of the room, through the empty corridor, arriving at an almost isolated room. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he inquired as he entered the room and settled into an armchair, maintaining his usual distance."What do you want? I've already told you everything I know," she announced, displaying fear."Yes, I just wanted to tell you something," Braston announced as the woman eyed him suspiciously, then looked away, afraid to meet his gaze, feeling coerced as she sat in the corner of the bed. "You're not going to say anything? I think it's something of interest to you," he continued in silence, letting out a heavy sigh and maintaining patience. "Did you hear about your friend's death?""Tainá?" she asked, now surprised."No!""Then... Eloah?" Lisaura continued anxiously."Molly..." he pronounced bitterly. At that moment, she looked at him in surprise. "Ma

Chapter 19: Who Does the Baby Want to Stay With? She had finally crossed the gates of the Amazon city. Fatigue and despair were visible on her face, but she needed to be strong. The other women watched her with curiosity and apprehension, but no one dared to question her sudden absence or the baby that was no longer in her arms. Upon reaching the building where they were staying, Molly hurriedly went up to the room. There, she found Matheus with his back turned, bent over a table full of weapons. The tension in the air was palpable. "Matheus..." she murmured weakly. He quickly turned around, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. "Molly!" he exclaimed, rushing to embrace her tightly. "He took Levy..." she sobbed, the words coming out amidst desperate tears. "Damn him!" Matheus squeezed her even tighter, consumed by fury and helplessness. "He will pay for th