All Chapters of Fading Embers: The Search For Lost Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ranya paced the penthouse relentlessly, his normally composed demeanor shattered by frustration and worry. The room buzzed with tension, the air thick with unease. Valerie, Lynn, Mr. MacQuoid, Lena, and Damian watched him, exchanging uncertain glances.The relentless ticking of the wall clock only added to Ranya’s torment. His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to consume him. Now and then, he shot a sharp, impatient glare toward Lynn, who was furiously typing on his laptop, attempting to locate Calista.Valerie sat stiffly on the edge of a sofa, her tablet balanced on her knees, while Lynn typed on his laptop. Mr. MacQuoid stood by the large window, his gaze fixed on the city lights below as if they held the answers he desperately sought. Lena, who had followed Ranya when he came to Calista’s café, sat by the cushion, staring at Mr. MacQuoid, while Damian lingered near the doorway, exchanging worried glances but saying nothing. The

Signoral’s sleek black car glided silently along the deserted road leading to her private property on the outskirts of Texas. Inside, she sat with an air of smug satisfaction, her lips curling into a cold smile. The plan had fallen into place, and now it was time to savor her victory. She would ensure Calista understood her place and that Anthony paid the price for defying her.The car had halted at the gates of an imposing estate hidden behind high walls. Signoral stepped out, her stilettos clicking on the gravel as she approached the dimly lit room where her captives were held. Two guards opened the heavy steel door, revealing Calista and Anthony tied to chairs. The room reeked of dampness and despair, its faintly flickering light casting eerie shadows across the walls.Calista had lifted her head, her face pale but defiant. Anthony, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, had glared at Signoral with unwavering resolve.He had been beaten on her command. She had wanted him to

“The wedding wouldn't be held in Washington as I promised. We will have it here." Ranya ended the call with Signoral, his jaw tightening as the anger he had bottled up turned into weariness. The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on him. Damian, Valerie, Lena, and Lynn exchanged wary glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief. "You didn't ask if she was doing okay…" Mr. MacQuoid's voice broke the silence. He couldn't help himself. His daughter was being held captive by someone who used to be her best friend. Ranya glanced at Mr. MacQuoid, knowing the man felt guilty and was beating himself up over Calista's kidnapping. Perhaps if he hadn't called her to talk about leaving Ranya, things wouldn't have escalated the way they had. "No," Ranya replied curtly, shoving the anger and worry aside. "Hearing her voice will only make me do nasty things I'd definitely regret." And that was the truth. He wouldn't be able to bear it if her voice betrayed any uneasin

Washington, D.C."Did you do as I instructed?" Mr. Lewiston's voice emerged quietly, his hands working diligently on his laptop as he screened through the files the caller had sent him. "Yes, sir," came the composed reply of a woman from the other end of the call. "I sent you every single detail, including the supplements injected into his system. I had one of my men verify the data—it’s accurate." "And the real heiress?" Mr. Lewiston asked, his tone dropping lower. There was a brief pause before she responded. "She was spotted in China, sir, with your sister," she said, hesitating slightly. "But the authorities were already looking for her. I was about to make provisions to get her out, but they're out already... Mr. Windsor used his jet to take them out. They're on their way to Texas as we speak." "Good work, Rena," he said, leaning back in his chair as he moved his fingers away from the keyboard. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk while he processed the inform

Signoral stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection a striking vision of elegance. Her white gown, meticulously crafted with intricate lace and shimmering beads, hugged her figure as though it had been made for her alone. Penelope and a small team of stylists hovered around her, making final adjustments to her veil and train. The air felt stiff, not just from the preparations, but from Signoral's brewing thoughts. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong. But she had made Penelope check over and over for any sign of leakage whatsoever. Charlotte, too, had seemed to be in good health, but she hadn't wanted to take any chances. That was why she had wired a lot of money to her, with stern warnings that she had to disappear for good this time. Her phone buzzed on the vanity table, drawing her attention. She picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped to answer. Charlotte's voice came through, sharp and accusatory. Talk of the devil. "Signoral," Charlott