LOGINAlice’s POV“I brought him here so he can tell you himself.”I frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “Tell me what?”“Oh, stop playing dumb. Okay, let me spell it out for you. I mean, what are friends for?”“You’re not my friend, and you never will be.”He chuckled, as though my words amused him. “Never say never, dear Alice.”“I beg to differ.”“Well, I brought your father here so he can tell you himself how he and your uncle murdered a family out of greed.”My heart skipped a beat.“No…” I shook my head, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. “That’s not true.”“Well, maybe when you hear it from your father’s own mouth, you’ll know whether it’s true or not.”I stared at him, my chest tightening.“My father and uncle would never do such a thing. I know them. They wouldn’t hurt a fly.”The moment the words left my mouth, he burst out laughing. He bent forward, clutching his stomach as though I had just told him the funniest joke in the world.“Oh, Alice. Y
Victor's POVI watched Sam as he tapped away on his phone before turning the screen toward me."This is the address, boss. It looks like it's pretty close to here."I took the phone from him and studied the location. He was right. The place wasn't far from where we were.Good. At least we weren't wasting time chasing shadows."Find Steven and tell him I want him to gather some of our strongest men. Have them meet me outside. Now.""Okay, boss."Sam grabbed his phone from the table and hurried out of my office.I stared at the address on the screen for another moment before handing the phone back to him.Alice, I'm coming to save you.I clenched my jaw as I stepped out of my office.I didn't know why she'd been kidnapped or who was behind it, but one thing was certain. Alice was my bride, and I wasn't going to let anyone lay a finger on her without paying for it.Whatever it took, I would bring her back.I walked toward my car, my mind already racing through the possibili
Alice’s POVThe fact that this masked man knew where my uncle was—and even claimed to know where his dead body was—sent a wave of alarm through me. But I refused to let it show. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize how much his words unsettled me.“What’s the condition?” I repeated, my voice sharper this time.He let out a hearty laugh, as though my question amused him.“Oh, Alice. You’d even make a deal with the devil just to prove a point, wouldn’t you?”“Yes, I would.” I held his gaze, refusing to back down. “Now, what’s the condition for me to see my uncle or his dead body, as you claim?”His laughter died, and he looked at me calmly.“Get me the land inheritance document, and I’ll take you to where your uncle is.”I fell silent.For a moment, I could only stare at him, struggling to make sense of what he had just said. The land inheritance document? How did he know about it? Who exactly was this man, and why did he want the document so badly?My mind raced wi
Victor's POVI’m still staring at the picture on my phone. Alice is tied to a chair, her head hanging to one side, her eyes closed. She looks completely unconscious.Who the hell would have the guts to send me something like this?My jaw tightens as I study the picture again, searching for any little detail that might tell me where she is. Whoever sent it clearly wants a reaction from me, and I hate the fact that they might be getting exactly what they want.“Boss, what’s wrong?” Mr. Steven asks as he walks up to me.I almost ignore him. I have more important things on my mind than answering questions, especially when I don't even know how to explain what I'm feeling.But then I change my mind.“It's nothing, really. Just a message that I guess was sent to me by mistake,” I reply, slipping my phone into my pocket as I continue walking into the building.Mr. Steven falls into step beside me. He doesn't question my answer, which is probably for the best. Instead, he begins givi
Alice's POVI wake up with a start.My blindfold is gone. That's the first thing I notice. The second is that I'm lying flat on a bed, and when I try to move, I can't. My wrists and ankles are strapped down, tight enough that the restraints bite into my skin when I test them. I pull anyway, again and again, some stubborn part of me refusing to believe they won't give. They don't budge.I try to call out, but what comes out of my throat is barely a voice at all, it's cracked and hoarse, like sandpaper. How long was I unconscious? Long enough for my own voice to feel like a stranger's.I force myself to stop thrashing and just breathe. Sit up as far as the straps will let me. Look around.The room is bright...too bright, almost clinical. There's a wardrobe against the far wall, facing the bed, and nothing else. No photos, no artwork, nothing on the walls that might tell me where I am or who put me here. Just blank space, like the room itself is trying not to give anything away.A
Victor's POVI stayed in that room for what felt like hours, pacing until my legs ached. The silence was the worst part—no shouting, no gunfire, nothing. Just quiet, and quiet is what scared me the most.Then the door burst open, and Mr. Steven stumbled in with two men slung over his shoulders, both of them badly hurt. I rushed over and grabbed one of them from him, helping him get the man onto the room's only bed. Up close, I could see he was out cold."What happened to him?" I asked."He got shot, boss. And somebody clubbed him over the head.""What? What about the others?""I don't know, sir. I barely got out myself. These two just happened to be close enough for me to grab."Something hot and ugly started building in my chest."Who did this?" I demanded."I don't know, sir. But whoever it was, they knew exactly where we were weak. It's like they'd been studying us.""What's the house look like right now?""It's chaos out there. Everything's torn apart. We need to get o
Alice’s POVIt had been four days since Dad dropped the bombshell about my marriage to Victor.Four days… and the words still didn’t feel real.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, twisting the edge of my bedsheet between my fingers. In just one month, I would be twenty-five. Normally, my b
Victor’s POVMy world ended nine years ago.Sometimes I still feel it....the exact moment everything split in two. Before… and after.Before, I had a family. Friends. Laughter in the house.It started as a simple land dispute. But it ended with my parents dead… and a third body burnt beyond r
Alice’s POV“You are getting married to Victor Arc soon.”My father’s voice was calm.....too calm for the storm those words unleashed inside me.For a moment, I just stared at him.My lips parted, but nothing came out.My heart slammed hard against my ribs like it wanted to escape.“W-what?
Alice’s POVI was halfway through reviewing a contract when my office door burst open, slamming against the wall.I flinched, my pen slipping from my fingers.“Alice Smith,” a sharp female voice rang out, dripping with mock amusement. “You really do have some guts.”A tall blonde woman strode
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