All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SkyThe sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, and my heart leapt with excitement. Without thinking, I rushed down the stairs, barely slowing as I reached the door. Dare stood there, holding two elegant boxes in his hands. I could already tell what they were—my dress and shoes.Before he could say a word, I darted forward, grabbed the boxes, and sped back up the stairs to my room.Placing the boxes on my bed, I opened the first one, revealing the most stunning dress I’d ever seen. It was a deep blue dress, adorned with delicate feathers at the hem that gave it a unique, whimsical elegance. A soft fur shawl rested beneath the dress, adding an extra touch of sophistication. My fingers grazed the material—it felt luxurious, smooth, and impossibly soft.The second box contained a pair of sleek black heels with striking red soles. They were the kind of shoes that made a statement without even trying. Everything about the outfit screamed elegance and perfection.Dare really had imp

DareSky looked at me, her gaze flickering with hesitation, then back down at her plate. I could tell she was building up the courage to ask something, the way her fingers played nervously with the edge of her napkin, her fork tapping softly against her plate.She finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. “How about your parents?”The question lingered in the air, her fork tapping three times before she added quickly, “You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry for asking.” She dropped her gaze back to her food, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.For a moment, I stayed quiet, watching her fidget with her food, waiting for her to look up at me again. Most people knew better than to ask me personal questions, and even fewer dared to dig into my past. But with Sky, it didn’t feel invasive. It felt… different.I leaned back slightly, resting my elbow on the table, and decided to give her something I rarely shared—pieces of my truth. “My mom died when I was young,” I said, my tone steady b

DareMark’s silence had been gnawing at me for days. He wasn’t one to go this long without stirring up trouble or barking orders. When he went quiet, it usually meant something worse—planning, scheming. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but full of malice. It bugged me, but I kept my cool. If he was waiting for the right moment to strike, I’d make sure I was ready first.I pulled out an old burner phone from my desk drawer, the one I’d used for years to communicate. The phone was practically a relic, but it still worked. When I powered it on, it buzzed almost immediately. A call came through from a restricted number as if it had been waiting for me.I picked up and waited, listening to the silence on the other end. Ten seconds passed, and I was about to hang up when I spoke his name.“Mark.”His voice came through. “Hello, Dare. Quite a game of hide and seek you’ve been playing. Did you miss me?”I leaned back against the wall, keeping my voice steady. “Things have been peacefu

DareBright orange and red licked the night sky, the acrid stench of smoke filling the air. The sound of the ambulance was far behind, might take them a couple of minutes before they get here.I parked my car a safe distance away and surveyed the scene. The front was an inferno, so I circled to the back, where the flames were weaker. The heat still radiated fiercely, but I had no intention of turning back. Kicking down the back door, I stepped inside, coughing as smoke filled my lungs.I covered my mouty with a wet handkerchief.The warehouse was barely recognizable. Shelves were crumbling, goods reduced to ashes, and the crackling of the fire echoed in the space. Wonderimg how the fire had begun in the first place.There was no sign of Theo anywhere not even his car was parked outside.Then I saw him. At first, I thought it was debris, a pile of burned material caught in the fire. But as I moved closer, my stomach sank. A man was tied to a metal pole, his body charred beyond recogni

In one swift motion, I grabbed his arm, yanked him forward, and twisted his body in front of mine. The first gunshot rang out, but it hit the man I held instead of me.Several gunshots followed after.Knowing Mark, he must have given them the order to bring me to him dead or alive.Using the man as a shield, I pushed forward, forcing the others to hesitate as they adjusted their aim. Bullets buzzed past me, piercing the walls and furniture. I didn’t give them the chance to regroup. Spotting the dining table, I shoved the man’s limp body toward them, throwing them off balance, and dove toward the table.With a grunt, I flipped the table on its side, using it as cover. The wood fractured as bullets slammed into it, but it held for now.Peeking out from behind the edge, I fired back. My first shot caught one of them in the shoulder, knocking him down. The second man dropped as my bullet hit him square in the chest.The third man was more cautious, taking cover behind the couch. He popped