All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Author’s pov; Sky’s hands trembled as she pushed open the door to her father’s office, the familiar scent of old paper and cedar hitting her like a wave. The room was just as she remembered—dark wood, shelves packed with books he never read, and that heavy oak desk where he spent most of his days, more a monument to his presence than a workspace. But now, it felt cold. Empty. Her eyes stung, but she blinked the tears away, forcing herself to breathe. Not here. Not yet. “Miss Sky,” a voice broke the silence, smooth and careful. Sky turned to see her father’s secretary standing by the window, hands folded neatly in front of him. Mr. Bennett. His eyes were soft with pity, his posture respectful but rigid. He’d worked for her father for as long as she could remember, always precise and collected. Now, that same calm steadiness almost cracked the fragile control she had over herself. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said, his voice low and measured. Sky managed a nod, her throat

Sky stared at the ceiling, shadows stretching long and thin in the dark, the silence pressing heavy and absolute. The sheets were cold beneath her fingertips, twisted and crumpled from restless tossing, but sleep wouldn’t come—hadn’t come for days now, not since the funeral, not since the world had cracked open beneath her feet and swallowed everything whole.She squeezed her eyes shut, breath shaky, but all she could see was him. Dare. The look in his eyes—stunned and raw and something else she hadn’t wanted to see, not then, not with her pulse pounding loud in her ears and the gun heavy in her hands. Not with rage roaring hot and wild in her veins, drowning out the pain, the grief, the guilt.Her fingers twitched, nails biting into her palms, throat tight. Maybe she’d been too harsh. Maybe the words had been too sharp, too cruel, laced with venom and blame that had no right to be there. Maybe she shouldn’t have screamed that it was his fault—that her father’s blood was on his hands,

It took Dare two days to break into Mr. Bennett’s estate—a fortress wrapped in security, cameras on every corner, and guards posted like statues. But Dare was patient. He always was. He watched their movements, learned their rotations, and by the second night, he slipped through the cracks like a shadow. By the time Mr. Bennett stirred awake, Dare had already disabled the cameras and silenced the guards. No one was coming for him. Mr. Bennett shuffled out of bed, groaning as his bare feet touched the cold marble floor. He mumbled under his breath, irritated by the late hour as he made his way to the bathroom. The dim glow of the nightlight cast eerie shadows across the room as he turned the faucet, splashing water on his face in an attempt to shake off the exhaustion. When he lifted his head, his blood ran cold. A man stood behind him—dressed head to toe in black, face shadowed, eyes cold and unyielding. The reflection in the broken mirror fractured his image into sharp, jagged pie

Sky stepped into the house—the place that still smelled faintly of her father’s cologne, the place where every corner held a memory. But something felt… off. The air was too heavy, too unfamiliar. Voices echoed from the grand sitting room, a low hum of chatter and murmurs that didn’t belong. Her brows furrowed as she followed the sound, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. When she turned the corner, her heart nearly stopped. Strangers. So many strangers. They were seated in rows, dressed in fine suits and expensive dresses, each person clutching numbered cards in their hands. The air buzzed with anticipation, but all Sky could feel was confusion wrapping around her throat, making it hard to breathe. What was going on? Her eyes scanned the room, and that’s when she saw him—Mr. Albright, her father’s lawyer, standing by a long table covered in velvet cloth. He didn’t notice her yet, too busy inspecting the items lined up before him. Her stomach twisted as her gaze fe

Mr. Bennett’s body sagged in the chair, his wrists raw and bleeding against the tight restraints. His head hung low, trembling from the cold. His breathing was shallow—each inhale felt like fire in his lungs. Dare stood over him, arms crossed, face cold as stone. His patience was thin—dangerously thin. “Start talking,” he ordered, “Why did you do it?” Mr. Bennett swallowed hard, his throat dry and aching. He knew there was no point in lying now. Dare had already broken every ounce of pride he had left. There was no escape—no bargaining. Only the truth might buy him a little more time. “We—” He coughed, his voice shaky. “We needed to get him out of the way. The mayor.” Dare’s expression didn’t change, but the tension in the room grew heavier. “Why?” Mr. Bennett licked his cracked lips, his heart pounding against his ribs. “He… he was a problem,” he confessed. “The mayor—he had too much power. Too many eyes on everything. We couldn’t make the moves we wanted while he was still