LOGINMONIQUEHis breath trembled.“The only thing I think about when it comes to you,” I continued, “is the fact that you saved me. That you fought for me. That you worked so hard to find me, and you did. I’m free now. I’m safe now. I’m with you now.”My voice dropped to a whisper.“And I know this isn’t the right time, and I know you’re going to say I’m emotional, but I don’t care. I need you to hear it.....”My heart beat once....twice, painfully hard.“I love you,” I said, barely getting the words out.Marcus froze.I felt it.His breath stopped. His eyes widened. His arms tightened around me for a brief second and then loosened as if he wasn’t sure he should hold me at all.“No,” he murmured, shaking his head, his voice thick. “No, Monique… don’t say it because I saved you. Please don’t say it because you think you owe me anything. Just like I told you....you don’t have to repay me. You don’t have to stay here. If you want a new life, if you want to disappear, if you want anything....I
MONIQUEWe sat together — Marcus, my aunt, and me—after the reunion, tears finally slowed. My throat was raw, my eyes burned, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They were both watching me with the same terrified concern.“What happened?” my aunt asked softly. Marcus didn’t say anything, but the way he leaned forward told me he needed the answer just as much.So I told them.Not everything. Not the full horror. Not the pieces that still felt like glass stuck in my throat. But I gave them a picture....enough for them to understand what I had survived. Enough for them to see the monster Ryan and his family truly were.When I finished, my aunt’s face twisted with rage and heartbreak.“That man is a monster,” she said, her voice trembling. “A monster.” She reached for me, pulling me into her arms with a kind of desperation I hadn’t felt in years. “As soon as you came home crying, I should have taken you away from there. Maybe when you came to me… maybe you really just needed to leave. We
MONIQUEHer arms wrapped around my aunt so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I held her just as tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse, terrified that if I let go, even for a second, she might disappear.“Auntie…” My voice cracked.She pulled back just enough to cup my face in both her hands. Her eyes were glassy, swollen, red. “Monique… my girl… my baby… I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”Her voice wasn’t steady. It trembled. It broke. I swallowed hard, brushing a tear from her cheek. “I’m here. I’m right here.”She touched my arms, my shoulders, my cheeks, like she needed to feel all of me to believe I was real. “Where were you? What did they do to you? I woke up and.....”She stopped, her eyes unfocused for a moment, like she was searching her own memories and finding nothing but fog.“Auntie… what do you remember?” I asked softly.She blinked hard. Once. Twice. “I… I don’t know very well. I remember just fragments of what happened. We were leavi
The BENNETTSAfter a while, Mr Smith started laughing.“Okay, fine. Please do it. Why don’t you call everybody you know? Pull all the resources you have. You’re rich, right? I mean it..... do it.” He leaned back in his chair, smirking. “You came into my office to threaten me over something that I have nothing to do with.”“You have everything to do with it,” Ryan snapped. “Your secretary is missing for some kind of reason. The office was deserted today. You planned this.”“I would love to see you prove that in front of a jury,” Mr Smith said coolly. “Because I don’t know who you think I am, and I don’t know who you think you are, but there are laws in this country—laws that should be followed.”Mr Smith glanced at his watch, unbothered. “I wonder why you’re so angry by the way. Monique has been gone for what?” He tapped his watch. “Probably thirty, forty minutes, and you’re already freaking out? Is there something I should know? Because she’s an adult. She can take time for herself.
The BENNETTSMrs Bennett picked up on the first ring.“Did you find her?” she demanded, her voice sharper this time.“No,” Ryan said, pacing back and forth in the hallway. “I checked everywhere. She’s not in the building. Not in the restroom. Not outside. I even checked the garage, and she’s not there either.”There was silence on the other end for a moment before his mother spoke again, quieter but colder. “Then she’s with someone. She didn’t just vanish, Ryan. Someone helped her.”“I think it’s Smith,” Ryan said immediately. “He’s too calm. Too relaxed for all this. And his secretary’s gone too.”“Then find out where she went,” Mrs Bennett replied. “If Monique is still in that building, you find her. If she’s out, you trace her. And Ryan.....don’t lose your temper. Not this time. We need control.”Ryan clenched his jaw, exhaling through his teeth. “I’m trying, Mother.”“Try harder,” she said. “Because everything we’ve built, everything we’ve done....will fall apart. You hear me?”Ry
THE BENNETTSNOW.Ryan didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. Something told him there was a problem.He didn’t like how they came in, how the whole office seemed to have been cleared out, how there was suddenly space made specifically for them. That entrance. That silence. The way Mr. Smith had stood receiving them, waiting like he expected something, like he already knew something was going to happen.Mr. Smith looked too prepared for this. And if he was too prepared, then it couldn’t be anything good. Not for Ryan, at least.Ryan didn't like the way Monique had left, the way she had run out of the room. Maybe she had gone to cry her eyes out, or maybe she had escaped. And here was Mr. Smith blocking him, standing directly in his way when Ryan tried to go after her.“Move,” Ryan said, his voice low and tight.Mr. Smith didn’t move.He only replied, steady and calm, “Ryan, I’m going to need you to sit down.”Ryan’s jaw tightened.He didn’t want to sit down. He wanted to go aft







