All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SkyI stood in the center of the room, trembling, my legs barely holding me up. A tiny thin white dress was draped over my body, exposing relevant parts. I felt weak—so weak that I could hardly lift my head. Whatever Mark had injected me with was still in my system, dragging me down, making every breath feel like a battle.I blinked against the heavy darkness surrounding me, straining to make sense of where I was. The air was suffocatingly still, but then, out of nowhere, a dim red light came to life in front of me. My heart stuttered as six more followed, each glowing faintly in the oppressive blackness.It took me a moment to process what I was looking at—rows of rooms pressed tightly against one another, their walls opaque except for the illuminated windows. Inside each room, I saw silhouettes. People. Watching me.Each figure wore a mask, their features hidden behind designs—gold, black, crimson, silver. Eyes gleamed through the slits, unblinking and fixed on me. Behind every mas

DareFour days—four agonizing, torturous days—had passed since I told him the truth about Klaus. Four days of silence, of being left alone with my thoughts, and the sinking feeling that something had happened to Sky.Now, as he walks toward me, dragging a chair to sit uncomfortably close, I could see it in his expression—something wasn’t right.“Dare, my brother,” he greeted me casually, as he usually does knowing damn well that it pisses me off.The poison in my voice was immediate. “Where is she?”“Relax,” he said, his tone sickening as he sank into the chair. He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, like he had all the time in the world.I couldn’t take it. The silence, his smug demeanor, the uncertainty—it was eating me alive. My fists clenched against the restraints, my voice rising despite my exhaustion. “Where is she, Mark?”He sighed dramatically, tilting his head to look at me with patience. “Didn’t I already tell you to relax? Why the rush, dear brother?” “I told yo

Dare“What the hell is going on?” Mark’s barges out of the room in front of me confused by the sudden alarm.Without thinking, I grab him by the collar and shove him back into the room. He stumbles, but before he can recover, I have him in a headlock, my arm crushing his throat as I press the gun to his temple. He freezes. He knows I’m not playing games.“Where is she?” I growled. Instead of answering, he has the audacity to smirk. I could see it plainly from the mirror in front of me.“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. How the hell did you—”I don’t let him finish. I slam the barrel of the gun against his head, the impact making him grunt in pain. “The next time, it won’t just be the barrel. I’ll put a bullet through your skull. Now, tell me—where the hell is she?”The desperation in my voice is bare. My hands are trembling, my mind racing. Every second wasted feels like another inch she’s pulled further out of my reach, another chance I might lose her forever. And I can’t los

Dare It’s been days. Days without any trace of Sky, without any sign of Mark. I’ve been running myself into the ground, scouring every lead, following every whisper, but it’s all led to dead ends.I’m sitting in my office, staring blankly out the window at the city lights, trying to quiet the turmoil in my head. My fists clench on the desk as anger bubbles beneath the surface. Every second that passes feels like a lifetime, and every moment she’s out there, in danger, is a moment I can’t take back.Then, my phone rings, and I grab it instantly, my heart pounding in my chest.“Any news?” I ask Theo before he can even say hello. My voice is desperate.Theo’s sigh on the other end of the line says it all before he speaks. “Nothing, boss. We’ve tried everything. We combed through the site where you were held, but it was torched before we could get there. There’s nothing left but ashes.”I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. Of course, Mark would cover his tracks. This only pro

Sky The door creaked open late in the afternoon, and a woman stepped inside. She was of average height, wearing a crisp white apron over simple clothes, her dark hair pulled back into a neat bun. “Come, my dear,” she said softly, stretching out a hand toward me. I hesitated for a moment, but then I reached out and took her hand. My legs felt weak as I stood, my body stiff from hours—or was it days?—of sitting in the cold, dark room. I had no idea where she was taking me, but the heavy footsteps behind us reminded me I didn’t have a choice. The guard from earlier was following silently, his gaze boring into my back, a reminder that I wasn’t free. The building was larger than I realized, and the more we walked, the more disoriented I became. Instead of stairs, we entered an elevator, the sterile silver walls reflecting my pale, frightened face. I tried to memorize the path we were taking, but every hallway looked the same—long, dimly lit, and lined with doors that seemed to hold more