LOGINEmber's Pov
It's been a week since I saw Mr A… I mean, Aaron.
A doctor came to check on me every day, and with the two men stationed outside, I couldn't leave at all. I decided to pause on planning my escape till I was much better, it would be too dangerous to risk fainting while escaping. Besides, the past week has been the most peaceful I have ever been in a long while. It sounded crazy to say I felt at peace in my captor's house, but it was the truth. It was boring lying down all day, taking meds and eating, but it was a good type of boring that I didn't realise I needed.
I have been in six foster homes till I turned 18 and there was no moment I could sit down to hear my own thoughts and just enjoy the quiet. Even at night, I was either crying myself to sleep or passed out due to exhaustion after working like a labourer all day.
So for a second, I even dared to think about just staying here and giving up escaping.
But that man's death tormented me every single night which made me even more confused about Aaron's personality. He could shoot a man without flinching, but he hasn't harassed me for the past week I stayed in his house. It made me curious about the type of person he was, a caring kidnapper? No, that didn't fit him. He clearly didn't care about me and probably took care of me so I recovered quickly to be sold out like an item.
I was in a dilemma, one part of me hated and feared him and the other part…
… I couldn't explain it because I was confused as well.
“The boss wants to see you,” one of the men entered the room and announced.
I don't know why my heart fluttered a little at his words; it had to be fear. What did Mr Aaron want from me so randomly?
I didn't waste any more time, I was eager to leave this room anyway, so I followed him and got downstairs to the big hall. I saw Mr Aaron but the person with him almost made my heart fly out of my chest.
It was Kelvin.
Why was he back so soon? Did he gather the money that quickly?
My stomach tightened in knots at the thought of returning to him, I didn't want to at all. His eyes on me made my skin crawl; it looked like it held promises of what he would do to me once I was released by my captor.
I looked away to Aaron and asked in a shaky voice, “What is he doing here?
“He paid his first instalment today and requested to see how you were doing. Such a caring boyfriend, isn't he?” Aaron said with a hint of mockery and amusement in his voice.
I was immediately ticked off by his response, all this was just a game to him while I was literally fighting for my life and freedom. It was clear how unreliable he was; he cared about nothing but himself, so I'd better find my way out before Kelvin completed his payment.
“Hey baby, please be patient okay? I promise you I'll come get you soon,” Kelvin comforted, but there was absolutely nothing comforting about his words; his eyes said otherwise.
He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. I just stood there frozen, staring hard at the ground as if it would just open and swallow me whole. He whispered into my ear.
“Don’t even think about leaving me, I will find you and I'll make you wish you had died earlier” I let out a gasp at his words, my heart sank and my body shook uncontrollably.
“Show him out”, Aaron said nonchalantly to his men, and Kelvin was immediately escorted out. He kept his eyes trained on me till he disappeared out of sight.
I finally released the breath I didn't know I was holding after he left. His presence unnerved me badly, I wish I had never had to see him again.
“Looks like you are much better now. I gave you one week to recover, but you can't sit idly in this house any longer than that. Starting today, you will resume work as a maid and make sure this house stays clean, do I understand?” Aaron instructed from behind and began walking away without waiting for a reply.
“If I do that, will you make sure I never see Kelvin again? Will you prevent him from coming back for me even after he has paid you in full? I am ready to do anything, just don't make me return with him” I fell to my knees and clasped my hands together to plead with him,, hot tears dropped from my eyes as I pleaded. Seeing him again after a week made me realise how vulnerable and terrified I was of him. I can't take any more abuse from him.
It was called picking the lesser devils at this point, between the two I knew Kelvin all too well. There was no guarantee that even if I managed to leave here he wouldn't track me down. He claimed I belonged to him and always said I can't run from him; he was ready to chase me to the end of the earth if need be.
So how far could I really run when I have nothing? I had no money, phone, belongings…nothing. But here, Kelvin feared Aaron and wouldn't dare trespass to take me. I know it sounded crazy but being with my kidnapper happened to be the safest place I could be.
If Aaron only demanded that I become a maid and clean, then it was a paradise compared to Kelvin. I will do it wholeheartedly.
Aaron was quiet for a few seconds before he said.
“A deal is a deal, Ember. I don't renege on my promises, but then no one can force me to do anything so even if I break a promise, it doesn't matter. What matters is you convincing me that you are worth keeping, earn your keep and I might think about it”
His words gave me hope and I replied with utmost gratitude.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Aaron. I promise to be good”
Aaron grunted in response and muttered.
“It's Sir to you” and walked away.
What a turn of events! I was brought into this house and now I am happy about staying here. I just hope I didn't make the wrong decision, Aaron was a man I couldn't be too relaxed with yet.
Now I knew what the other part of me felt about this man, it felt safe.
Ember’s POVThe smoke burned my lungs, thick and bitter as ash. My legs buckled halfway down the cliff, but I forced them to move. Every rock scraped my palms raw, every breath tasted like fire.And then that voice.That voice I hadn’t heard since the night everything was stolen from me.“Hello, Ember.”My head whipped up.Through the curtain of smoke and flame stood a figure carved from my past broad-shouldered, unhurried, smiling like he’d been pulling the strings all along. My heart stopped.“James,” I whispered.Not possible. Not him. He was dead. He had to be dead.But the man on the ledge was alive, very much alive, and watching me like a spider watches a fly that’s already tangled in its web.The quarry shook again as another explosion thundered from somewhere deep in the pit. My ears rang. I turned back to the ground below Kade, bleeding and staggering, Aaron stalking behind him with that cold precision.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t choose.“Kade!” I screamed, voice cracking
Ember’s POVThe river swallowed us whole.Spray slapped my face as the speedboat tore through the current. Every jolt rattled my bones, but I didn’t loosen my grip on the gunwale or the flash drive clenched in my fist. The ledger was pressed under my shirt, soaked but still intact.Behind us the jetty shrank to a smear of wood in the darkness. No gunfire now—just the roar of the engine and the hiss of rain. My ears rang with the echo of that last shot, the one Aaron had fired at Kade.I twisted around, straining for one more glimpse, but the bend in the river had swallowed them. Nothing but black water and trees.Kade.The name hurt more than the cold.The repairman kept his eyes on the channel, hands sure on the wheel. His shoulders were hunched, as though expecting a bullet in his back at any second.“Sit lower,” he shouted over the wind. “If they’re still shooting, you’re a beacon.”I crouched in the footwell, arms wrapped around my knees. Rain plastered my hair to my skull. My bod
Ember’s POVThe world went sideways.For one dizzy heartbeat there was only air and rain and the sickening sense of falling. Then my feet hit the slope of wet gravel beyond the wall and slid out from under me. I tumbled down the embankment, stones scraping my palms, the ledger thudding against my ribs like a second heart.I landed hard on my side at the edge of the road. The smell of tar and rain filled my nose. My ears rang. Somewhere behind me—on the other side of the wall—Aaron shouted my name, voice sharp enough to cut the storm.Headlights seared my eyes. A black SUV hurtled toward me, tires spitting up water. For a split second I thought it was one of Aaron’s, that I’d leapt straight into his jaws. Then the vehicle braked hard, skidding to a stop so close I could see my reflection in its chrome grill.The driver’s door flew open. A man jumped out, tall, lean, a hood shadowing his face. He scanned me once, quick, efficient, then jerked his head toward the passenger side. “Get in!
Ember’s POVThe first thing I noticed wasn’t the gun. It was his smile.It wasn’t wide or cartoon-villain sinister; it was small, measured, like someone closing a box and clicking the latch. Rain dripped from his hair onto the collar of his dark coat. The smell of wet wool and gun oil rolled into the shed, mingling with the scent of old wood and grease.I froze, one hand still clamped around the warning note. My mind ran in frantic circles: How did he find me? Where was the repairman? Did Duke know? Had Duke told him?Aaron stepped fully inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud that sounded louder than a gunshot. He didn’t raise the pistol. He didn’t need to.“I give you a room, food, safety,” he said mildly, as if rehearsing lines. “And you repay me with this little… field trip?”“I” My voice cracked. “I was only”“Spare me.” His gaze flicked to the crumpled note in my fist. “Where’s the old man?”“I don’t”Aaron moved faster than I expected. In two steps he was in
Ember’s POVI woke to the sound of rain hammering the roof like a thousand small fists. It was still dark somewhere between night and dawn when I slipped out of bed and crouched beside the wardrobe where the ledger lay hidden. My fingers brushed the stiff paper and for a second I imagined it pulsing like a living heart. Every time I touched it I felt that same tremor of danger and possibility.Today, I told myself. Not escape,not yet but a step.I dressed in my plain uniform, hair tucked back, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Mrs. Ejiro would not arrive for another hour; Duke was still snoring in his narrow cot off the pantry. The mansion was quiet except for the hiss of the rain and the faraway hum of the generator.I poured a mug of lukewarm water and sat at the long prep table, spreading out the tiny scrap Duke had given me last night. A single name. A possible crack in Aaron’s armor.I whispered it under my breath like an incantation. Duke had told me Forrester was an investor
Ember's PovThe slip of paper trembled in my hand like a thing with a pulse. I should have left it where it lay, let someone else’s secrets stay theirs. But curiosity and a tiny, stubborn part of me that had learned to survive by knowing the smallest details of other people wouldn’t let me.It wasn’t a note, not in the sentimental sense. It was a ledger: neat columns, numbers, names. “INVESTORS,” stamped in bold across the top. Beside each name was a number. Beside my name: Ember Leighton, or at least the false name Aaron’s men had pinned to me a figure I could not translate into anything but a price. My stomach dropped like I’d been thrown down the stairs.Duke found me in the living room, hands full of groceries, and froze when he saw the expression on my face. He plunked the bags down like he’d been hit, then managed a joke that missed by miles. “You okay, Princess? You look like someone drained you of colour.”“Is that his” I held the ledger out. He peered at it, then flinched the







