All Chapters of The Forbidden Ties : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

THIRD PERSON POV Mason's voice rang out, cutting through the oppressive silence. “If you wanted revenge, you’d have done it by now. Why go through all this trouble? What’s your real endgame?”The voice laughed, the sound hollow and mechanical. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about you, Detective. You’re just the pawn. She’s the queen. And by the time you figure out why, it’ll be too late.”The light above him flickered again, and a second later, a loud thunk echoed through the space. Mason spun toward the sound, his gun raised. A steel door slammed shut behind him, sealing him inside.“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath. His pulse quickened as he scanned the room, looking for anything out of place. A camera, a hidden assailant, an escape route. Anything.The voice returned, this time closer, clearer. “Twelve hours, Detective. That’s all you’ve got. But you won’t make it out of here alive if you don’t start playing by the rules.”“What rules?” Mason demanded, his eyes narrowi

Mason scanned the monitors one last time, searching for any clue that might point them toward their tormentor. The screens cycled through various parts of the building, but nothing stood out. Whoever was behind this was meticulous, leaving no trace for them to follow."We need to get out of here," Mason said, turning to Happiness. "If they think we're playing along, they'll keep revealing themselves."Happiness hesitated, her gaze lingering on the monitors. "What if they’re still watching us? What if this was just a test to see how far we’d go?""It probably was," Mason admitted. "But that’s exactly why we can’t stay. The longer we’re here, the more power they have over us."He took her hand, leading her toward the exit. The corridor stretched out before them, silent except for the faint hum of the building’s aging infrastructure. Mason kept his gun raised, his senses on high alert.As they stepped outside, the cold night air hit them like a slap. The area around the warehouse was eer

MASON'S POV As Victor's men closed in, my heart raced. I spotted the dim green glow of the security panel on the far wall. If only I could trigger an alarm, it might create enough of a distraction. I glanced at Frank who gave me a subtle nod, silently acknowledging the unspoken plan. Just as one of Victor's men reached for me, I moved. I striked hard, disarming the closest guard with a brutal twist. A shot fired, barely missing me, and Frank tackled another man, creating chaos. “Get to the console!” Frank shouted. I raced towards the security panel while Frank provided cover, taking down two more guards. I slammed my fist on the emergency alarm button, triggering a deafening siren that floods the warehouse with flashing red lights. The doors hissed open as automatic security protocols activated. Suddenly, floodlights from outside cast long shadows into the warehouse signifying one thing. Backup has arrived. Through the open doors, a team of SWAT officers stormed in, weapons ra

Happiness's POV I glanced at Mason, who has the same shock written on his face. He seemed to be at a loss for words. “What am I going to do?” I muttered shakily as I dialed my Dad's number. “Pick up Dad. Please.” I waited for him to pick the call, but the line went dead. I tried again but it's switched off. I dialed mom's number, but it turns out her phone is dead too. Happy, they're probably on the plane already. “Happiness,” Mason's voice snapped me out of my panic mode. He shot me a firm look, telling me to calm down despite this chaos. I have to be calm to think , else we wouldn't leave this mess. I nodded at him, and he strode towards me hugging me tightly. “We've got this.” He whispered determinedly. We drove back to my apartment, with my belongings. Thankfully, I didn't pack all of my stuff when I came to Mason's place. I had always wanted to come back, but the plan always flopped. I'm grateful for it now though, because it'll make this believable. Mom and Dad would b

Chapter 49Happiness's POV I looked at Drake as he jogged happily towards us, unaware of the dark thoughts running through my Dad's mind. Do I pity him? Yes. We haven't had a conversation in a while now, considering I've not been in school. I just hope he doesn't spill that fact. His steps faltered when he got closer, and noticed I wasn't alone. He continued towards us. “He's handsome.” Mom muttered, and recivedd a hot glare from Dad. She shrugged, then smiled innocently before going back to her food. “Hello Happiness.” Drake said. “Good day sir, Good day ma'am.” He greeted my parents. Dad was still glaring at him so he didn't get a reply. “Hello dear,” Mom said sweetly, like her husband wasn't glaring at the poor boy. “And who might you be?” “My name is Drake ma'am. I am happiness's course mate and friend.” Drake replied cheekily, unaware that Dad is plotting how deep his grave would be. I snickered at that thought, and that brought their attention to me. “Honey, won't you