All Chapters of Rayne's Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rayne's POVI was too excited but I was also cautious. My initial thought came back to my mind. It all seemed too good to be true. What if it was a trap? What if Elliot was behind this, trying to lure us into a false sense of security and power against him?"I know what you're thinking," Jessica said, knowing what I was thinking about by reading my expression. "But in my opinion, this Kenneth of a guy seems genuine, Ma'am. And even if it is a trap, we have to take the risk. We can't let Elliot win and you know that" "You're right. Let's meet up with him first of all and see what he has to offer. But we'll be cautious, and we'll be prepared for anything."Jessica smiled. "Alright ma'am, let me get my bag and pack up my things ""Sure, I'll be out in a moment " I said already starting to put my desk in order. I just hoped that this Kenneth Jones of a man was a serious man who meant business because I wasn't going to condone anyone that was going to waste my time and he better not be li

Rayne's POV It was bad enough. I had to endure all of Zia's tactics, but kidnapping my son was the last line. It was weird to have Dad's support, but I needed it. “Are you okay, ma'am?” The driver asked calmly, bringing me back from my thoughts. I shook my head as I tried to compose myself. “Yes, I am fine. Do you mind stopping here for a second? I need to get a cup of coffee.” “Sure, ma'am.” He answered and stopped the car at the side of the road. My heels croaked on the smooth road as I got down.“Hold on, ma'am. I should get it. Your father instructed me to keep a close watch on you, considering everything happening. Please, let me get it. I promise it won't take long.” He pleaded. His tone was calm, and I could sense fear. He didn't want to lose his job, and I understood. “It's just coffee. Starbucks is just there.” I answered, trying to argue my way out a little. The driver got out of the car, walking to the side when I sat, my left leg still out of the vehicle. His hands

Rayne's POV“Ma'am,” A voice called me. “Rayne, wake up. Get up.” I heard Nathan's voice faintly call to me. My eyes twitched as I slowly opened them. I groaned as the pain shot through my head. “Ugh, Good lord!” I groaned. There was no one. I had imagined Nathan was there. My vision was blurry, and it adjusted after a few seconds. I could see more clearly now as I realized I was stuck in the seat. I groaned as I slowly lifted my hand to unbuckle the seatbelt. I slowly crawled from the car as I lay on the side of the road. My head spun, and my body ached. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my body, making me gasp. My sides felt like they were hit with a log of wood. I slowly crawled, and a little strength crept into me as I tried to sit up again. I searched around with my eyes. The car had smoke coming from it. It was in ruins. My heart pounded fast as I couldn't find Elvis. When I was about to lose hope, my eyes caught his figure lying a few feet away. His body wa

Rayne's POV“Lady, this isn't a hospital. It's an animal clinic. You can't bring him in here,” he said as he rushed over and knelt beside Elvis, quickly checking his wound. “We don't know where we are or how to get there,” I answered, hoping he wouldn't chase us out. “We need to get him to a hospital. I need…” he began, but I held his hand, and my eyes begged him to listen to me. “Please, doctor. He might not make it. Whoever after us would get to us before we got to the hospital. Please help me save him. Please.” I begged. The doctor looked at me, and back at Elvis, and back at my teary face. “Okay, lock the door. Turn off the front lights. We can't have anyone coming in,” he said, and I nodded. I did everything he asked me to. I turned the front lights off, locked the door, and shut the windows. I pulled the curtain, making sure I didn't make room for any mistakes. I helped the doctor lift Elvis on a stretcher and then to the bed. Elvis' skin looked pale as I stood frozen in th

Rayne's POVDad led me to the three-seat sofa in the parlor, and Nathan followed behind, stopping a few steps from the door.  Dad looked at me with concern, and I could see he had stressed himself with worry. I felt guilty for putting him through all this.  “Rayne, darling. Please, don't scare me like that again,” Dad spoke with a cracky voice.  I hugged him back, feeling his warmth of love. He let me go to stare at me again. “I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't careful, and I almost didn't listen to Elvis when he stopped me from going to the coffee shop alone.” I said. “Oh no, darling. It was never your fault.