Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 13GARRICKThe steering wheel groaned under my grip. I was driving far too fast, the city blurring past me in streaks of steel and light, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. Every red light felt like an insult. Every slow driver felt like an enemy. My mind was locked on one thought and one thought only.Arthur Blake.That man had the audacity to reappear in Elena’s life after decades of absence, stir chaos, drag ghosts out of graves, and now my daughter had vanished without a trace. If there was one constant in Elena’s suffering, it was him. His choices, his shadows, and his past. If Elena was gone, it was because the past had finally caught up.I was halfway to Arthur’s house when my phone vibrated against the console. I ignored it at first, but then it vibrated again, and again. Something in my chest tightened. I glanced down briefly to the unknown number on my screen.My pulse spiked.“No,” I muttered. “Not now.”But my instinct is sharp, brutal, earned through years of running and surv
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 12CATHYGarrick arrived like a storm that had been holding itself back for too long. The moment his car pulled into the driveway, gravel scattering beneath the tires, I knew this wasn’t just fear anymore; it was war clawing its way to the surface. He stepped out before the engine even fully died, his eyes already scanning the house, the cars, the open space where Elena should have been.“Start from the beginning,” he said, his voice low, controlled in the way that only meant it was barely restrained.I swallowed hard. My throat felt raw already. “Her cars were still here. All of them. One door was open, her bag was on the ground, and her phone—" My voice cracked. “Her phone was outside. She never goes anywhere without it.”Garrick’s jaw tightened. He walked straight to the car, inspecting it like a crime scene. His fingers brushed over the open door, then the handle, then the interior. I watched his shoulders stiffen.“This wasn’t carelessness,” he muttered. “Someone interrupted her.”
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 12CATHY -ELENA’S MOTHERSomething felt wrong the moment I stepped outside. it felt just… wrong. Like when you misplace something important and your body knows before your mind does. Elena’s cars were still there. All of them.I stopped halfway down the front steps, my hand gripping the rail. Elena never left all her cars behind. Never. She was meticulous like that; she was overprepared, always choosing which car suited her mood, her meetings, and her armour for the day.“Maybe she took a ride,” I muttered to myself, the lie thin even to my own ears.I walked closer, and that’s when I saw annd realised that one of the doors was open. Not wide, but just enough like someone had been interrupted mid-motion.My heart stumbled.“Elena?” I called, forcing my voice to stay light and casual, as if I wasn’t already bracing myself.No answer. I circled the car slowly, dread pooling heavier with every step, until I saw her bag lying on the ground, spilled slightly, the strap twisted unnaturally, l
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 11ELENA Darkness comes in layers. The first thing I feel is the cold, seeping through my clothes, biting into my spine. The second is the smell of old concrete, dust, and something that just makes my stomach turn even before my mind catches up. Then the panic hits. I bolt upright with a sharp gasp, my scream tearing out of me before I can stop it. “Hello?!” My voice echoes, thin and frantic. “Is anyone there?!” Nothing. My heart hammers violently against my ribs as I scramble back, my hands skidding over rough cement. A single bulb flickers above me, its light weak and unforgiving, revealing just enough to terrify me properly. A bare room with no windows, but just one metal door. I clutch my head as a wave of dizziness crashes over me. My mouth tastes like chemicals, sweet and bitter. The cloth which someone covered my mouth with. Someone planned this. My breathing turns shallow. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, no, no…” I press my palms against my temples, trying to ste
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 10DAMIAN Pain has a rhythm. I discovered that somewhere between the third and fourth time they poured water over my face just to wake me up again. The water dripped on my skin, burning through the wounds, but I could only breathe. My wrists were still bound behind the chair, the rope biting into skin already raw. The room smelled like damp concrete and iron, blood, mostly mine. A single bulb swung overhead, slowly, like it enjoyed watching me suffer. They still hadn’t told me where Elena was. When Elena still hadn’t confirmed that she was going to meet them, they got impatient and the man sent his sheeps to get her. That was the point, but they just wanted me conscious enough to think, to imagine, to rot in the uncertainty. I flexed my fingers, ignoring the sharp protest in my shoulders. I’d been trained for this. Not the fear, but the waiting, the psychological warfare, and the kind that crawls into your head and whispers that the people you love are already screaming. The door c
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Chapter: ONE HUNDRED 9ELENA The fork clinked softly against the porcelain plate again and again so many times. I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been all day. The food in front of me might as well have been plastic, neatly arranged, warm, smelling faintly of herbs and comfort I didn’t feel. I nudged a piece of chicken, watched it slide back into place like it hadn’t been disturbed at all. Appropriate. That was my life lately. Everything looking intact while quietly falling apart. My mother was talking. I could tell by the movement of her lips, the gentle cadence of her voice, the way she leaned forward as if trying to pull me back into the room with her words. I nodded once, out of habit, even though I didn’t hear a single sentence. My mind was somewhere else. Damian’s eyes, still defiant even through blood and pain. “Elena,” my mother said again, more insistently. Nothing. I twirled the fork between my fingers, the metal cold, grounding in a way nothing else had been all day. I stared past the wall, past
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Chapter: Chapter 176The late afternoon sun spilled golden light over the waterfront promenade, the ocean shimmering as seagulls called overhead. Lily skipped ahead, her hand clutching a small paper bag of warm, sugar-dusted doughnuts. Dante kept a steady watch on her, his arm loosely draped around Monica’s shoulders.
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Chapter: Chapter 175The rain had stopped by morning. Light streamed through the wide windows of Dante’s estate, spilling across the kitchen where Monica stood barefoot, hair loose, wearing one of his shirts. She was stirring Lily’s oatmeal, the steam curling into the air. She didn’t even realize she was humming—an ol
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Chapter: Chapter 174The breakfast had been a slow, simmering torture. Monica sat rigid in the high-backed chair, her fingers curled around the delicate porcelain cup as though it might shatter under the weight of her pulse. Across from her, Dante lounged like a king who’d already won the war, one hand lazily draped o
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Chapter: Chapter 173Her cottage could fit into this place twenty times over. At the end of the hall, a set of double doors swung open. The dining room stretched long and wide, sunlight spilling through tall windows. The smell of coffee and expensive leather filled the air. And there he was. Sitting at the head of
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Chapter: Chapter 172Monica’s eyes snapped open. For a second, she thought she was in one of those luxury hotel commercials — the kind she used to mute while eating instant noodles because they made her feel broke. The ceiling stretched high above her, painted with pale cream swirls and gold accents. The curtains, h
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Chapter: Chapter 171A man stepped in like he owned the place — dressed in black from boots to gloves, black tactical vest, mirrored sunglasses even though it was night. The faint squawk of radio static came from the earpiece buried in his ear. And the rifle in his hands… that spoke louder than words. Monica froze. He
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I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY SECRET BILLIONAIRE BODYGUARD
“Can you feel that?”
“Paula, this is not right,” He tries to deny the spark between us.
“But it feels right, right?”
“Damn, Paula,”
“Please, Sergio. Don’t deny us this,”
He growled, and before I know it, he grabs me on my wrists and smashes his lips on mine, me hard. I place my hands on his face, participating in the . Our tongues bump against each other, fighting for dominance. He moves his lips down to my neck and sucks on it, sending chills down my spine, and my panties are already soaking .
I let out soft , grasping into his arms. He runs his tongue on my face and stops on my ear, nibbling it, and whispers:
“We can’t do this, baby girl.” Argh, so disappointing!
He sits back in his seat and starts the car. It is only a matter of time before he gives in – he just needs a little more time.
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #2PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
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Chapter: EPILOGUE #1SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
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Chapter: TIME TO GO BACK HOMEPAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
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Chapter: TWO WEEKS LATESERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
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Chapter: BIG DADDYPAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
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Chapter: HARD-HEADED PAULASERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
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