تسجيل الدخولMichael’s POVHenry remained in the car and he didn't move. He didn't reach for the door, didn't even look toward the private jet waiting several metres away.He simply sat there with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, staring through the opposite window as though the entire airport didn't exist.Theo's patience finally snapped."Henry, get out of the car."Henry didn't respond then Theo stepped closer."I said get out" he ordered. "I'm not going."Theo's jaw clenched."Don't start this again.""I'm not starting anything" Henry replied. Kim immediately reached for Theo's arm."Dad, please."He pulled his arm away."Kim, he needs to understand that we're doing this for his own safety."Henry finally looked at him."Then why does it feel like I'm being kidnapped?" He asked.The words silenced everyone and Theo's face hardened."That's enough" he warned."No, it isn't."Henry opened the car door slightly but didn't step out."You keep telling me we're going somewhere safe, but yo
Fernando’s POVThe engine roared beneath me as I pressed harder on the accelerator. The road ahead blurred into streaks of grey and green, but I barely noticed anything beyond the glowing screen of my phone.My eyes kept dropping to the tracker and I kept seeing Michael's face in that little red dot.Getting to Michael was all that mattered.The small marker on the map remained frustratingly still and i could tell he was already at the airport.My grip tightened around the steering wheel."Come on, Michael."I tapped his name again and called. The phone rang three times then the call ended with no answer."Goddammit."I tossed the phone onto the passenger seat before snatching it back almost immediately.I couldn't stop myself. I called again but nothing came from it. Behind me, the bodies of my guards' vehicles remained visible, following closely.I could hear one of them speaking through the radio but nothing they said registered in my brain. It was as if I was physically in the car
Michael’s POVThe silence inside the vehicle was becoming unbearable.I sat beside Henry, staring through the window as the city blurred past us. Buildings, traffic lights, shops and pedestrians all disappeared behind us almost as quickly as they appeared.I didn't know where we were going. Theo had refused to tell me. Every time I asked, he gave me the same vague answer but none of those answers told me where we were actually going.And that frightened me.I looked at Theo. He sat opposite us, completely composed, as though he hadn't just orchestrated the most insane situation I had ever experienced.Kim sat beside him. She hadn't said much since getting into the vehicle.Henry had tried several times to talk to her, but she kept giving him short answers or avoiding his questions altogether.I could see the hurt in Henry's face. He didn't understand why the person he loved was suddenly acting like a stranger."Kim, are you okay?" I asked.She looked at me then nodded."I'm fine."Her
Ashley’s POVI slammed my palm against the steering wheel and leaned heavily on the horn. The sound blared through the air, loud and relentless, but the vehicles blocking the road didn't move.Whatever had come over Theo's men after Michael's car had swerved into another road, was starting to make me extremely angry."Move!" I yelled, my voice high as my anger surged through. I honked again but nothing happened. These men were actually ignoring me,as if I was merely breeze blowing in their ears and not someone in a hurry to follow her best friend. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I watched Michael's vehicle disappear farther into the distance."No, no, no..."I could still see it but not as clear as before. The black vehicle carrying Michael and Henry was getting smaller with every passing second.They were leaving and I couldn't follow them and It was all these dumb men's fault.I pressed the horn again, harder this time, as if sheer frustration could force the veh
Michael’s POVI twisted around in my seat and looked through the rear window again to check if Ashley's car was there.Thankfully it was still following, still close enough for me to recognize Ashley behind the wheel.My chest tightened and I immediately turned back around.Henry frowned."Dad, are you okay?" He asked. I forced a smile."I'm fine."Henry didn't look convinced. He had never been easy to fool, especially when something involved me."Is Ashley following us?"I hesitated."Yes" I said."Then why didn't she just come with us?" He asked.I didn't have an answer because I couldn't tell him the truth.I couldn't tell him that the men surrounding our vehicle weren't behaving like rescuers. I couldn't tell him that one of them had pressed a gun against my back..I couldn't tell him that I didn't know where they were taking us and I certainly couldn't tell him that Theo had arranged everything."It's complicated," I finally said.Henry's eyebrows pulled together."Everything has
Fernando's POVMarlo stared at me as though he still couldn't believe the situation had turned against him. Only minutes ago, he had been sitting comfortably in this vehicle, convinced he was taking me to my death.Now he was staring through the shattered windshield at the men surrounding us.His men were gone, every single one of them.Bodies lay scattered across the road, weapons abandoned beside them. My men stood in a wide circle around the vehicle, their guns raised and their eyes fixed on Marlo.Anabelle looked terrified and I couldn't blame her.I was breathing heavily, my wrists still painfully restrained in front of me."Untie me" I ordered him.Marlo didn't move."You think this changes anything?"I almost laughed."Look outside. Your men are dead and you're surrounded" I said.Marlo looked at the men again then at me and he slowly shook his head."I could still kill you" he said.I stared at him."With what?"His eyes flickered toward the weapon lying near his feet and I sm
Fernando’s POVPain is a strange thing.Sometimes it screams through every nerve like a storm caught fire. Other times, it creeps in silent—like smoke curling under a door. Right now, it was both. Screaming, creeping, and drowning me.The bullet wound in my side pulsed like a second heartbeat, on
Fernando’s POV The clock on the wall glared back at me. It was 11:03 p.m but Michael still hadn’t come home. Across from me, Ashley paced. Her slippers made a soft, dragging sound against the hardwood floor. She had been pacing for over an hour, only breaking it to try calling Michael again, and
Fernando’s POV The bathroom was still warm, thick with the scent of body wash and oils in the air. Droplets of water clung to my skin, tracing lazy lines down my torso as I stared at myself in the fogged-up mirror. I wiped the mirror with the edge of a towel, revealing my own reflection — damp
Fernando's POV The bathroom light buzzed softly above me, flickering once as if the bulb were trying to decide whether to stay on. I still stood in front of the mirror, my arms braced on the cold porcelain of the sink, staring at a version of myself I barely recognized anymore. I looked… tired.







