All Chapters of Taken By The Man He Fears : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

"The last words that came out of his mouth were, 'Daniel Crestwell,'" Diego finally told Dante. "Damn, that man is really not a good person, and now he is a candidate for a position in the House of Assembly. What if we use this publicity as the perfect time to take him down?" Dante asked Diego, his eyes filled with curiosity. Diego smirked. "Do you think it's that easy? If it were, we would have had him behind bars already. He has done a lot of crimes, but he knows how to clean up after himself." Diego told Dante that he had received a business investment proposal from Daniel Crestwell. At first, he didn't want to accept it, but now he thought he would, just to know what exactly was going on with Daniel's man. "I will get close to him and get most of the information from his mouth... or what do you think?" he asked Dante. Diego isn’t someone who usually asks for people's opinions, but today he did—which meant he really wanted to move forward. He was tired of being stuck in one place.

Shocked, Diego's eyes widened, his hands dropping to his sides. The moment Jane realized what she had done, she turned and ran. Without hesitation, Diego ran after her.As she neared Dante and John, who were standing by the car, she shouted, "Open the door for me!"Dante and John exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening. Jane reached the car, yanked the door open, and jumped inside. "Drive!" she commanded.Before Dante could get in, Diego caught up and stopped him. "Don't," he ordered firmly.Dante and John stood frozen, caught between Diego and Jane, unsure whose orders to follow."I'm your boss. Do as I say," Diego told them.Jane, from inside the car, countered, "And I'm your boss too. Follow my orders!"Diego reached for the door handle, but it was locked. He turned to Dante. "Open the door. Now."John hesitated, then clicked the unlock button on the key fob. Diego instructed him, "Drive us home. Dante, bring the other car you came with."Jane was about to step out

From Lucy and Daniel’s perspectiveThe morning sun barely filtered through the heavy drapes of the Crestwell estate, but the house was already awake. The silence was broken only by the faint hum of a lullaby playing from a child's toy in the corner of the nursery. Nathaniel sat cross-legged on the plush navy rug, his little hands fiddling with colorful wooden blocks. A small toy car lay forgotten beside him.The boy, only five years old, had the unmistakable Crestwell features—dark brown hair that curled slightly at the edges and sharp eyes that carried more depth than most children his age. His expression was unreadable, serious even, as if he were born into the weight of secrets he didn’t yet understand. Dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt with tiny suspenders clipped to his navy trousers, he looked like a miniature version of his father. The only softness to his appearance was the stuffed bear he clutched to his side—a quiet contradiction to the world he was being raised in.His