Chapter 34“I’m bored,” I muttered to myself, stretching my legs out on the couch.Since Jake left in the morning, I had done nothing but drown in my thoughts. The hours dragged on, each one stretching endlessly as I replayed everything I shouldn’t be thinking about.The room felt empty. Too empty. I wasn’t fond of having Jake around, but without him, there was a strange silence that made the space feel even bigger than it was. I sighed, shaking my head. What am I even thinking?I threw my head back against the couch, exhaling loudly. Just lying here was tiring. I needed something—anything—to pull me away from this endless cycle of thoughts.Grabbing my phone, I started scrolling through random pages, but nothing held my interest. Then, something hit me—I hadn’t received any of those cryptic messages lately. I had been so busy that I hadn’t even noticed. My brows furrowed. Maybe the good-for-nothing bastard finally decided to stop messing with me.I tossed my phone onto the table and
Chapter 35I felt my body hit the hard ground. My eyes were still squeezed tight.Was I dead?I tried moving my body, and it moved. I could still hear people around me. My body ached a little, but I didn’t feel any severe pain.I’m alive.I slowly opened my eyes. At first, I couldn’t see because of the tears that had gathered. I blinked twice, and my vision became clearer. I could see people, and their eyes widened in shock. But something was off. They weren’t looking at me—they were looking beside me.What’s going on?A bad feeling crept into my chest.I turned my head—and saw Jake, lying on the ground, motionless. To make it worse, I saw blood pooling beneath him.“Jake!” I screamed. My whole body was shaking. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. How did he get here?I pushed myself up and ran toward him. Sweat dripped profusely on my face. I knelt on the floor beside him.“Jake,” I tapped on his chest. “Jake, I beg you, wake up!” He didn’t move. Fear gripped me. I was scared
Chapter 36 Jake’s POV My whole body ached as I opened my eyes. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my ribs, making each breath feel like a battle. The strong scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and somewhere nearby, a machine beeped softly. For a moment, I forgot where I was. I turned my head slightly and saw Andrea. Her hands were resting against her cheeks, supporting her head as she dozed off. Her fingers twitched slightly, probably from exhaustion. She looked pale and drained. “Hmmm.” I let out a low sigh. “Andrea.” Her head snapped up instantly, her eyes widening in panic as she hurried to my side. “You’re awake,” she breathed out, her voice laced with relief as her eyes scanned me. “Yes, I’m awake. How long did I sleep?” I asked, my voice strained. “Umm… four hours.” “That’s a lot of time. And you’ve been here since then?” My brows furrowed as I studied her. She looked exhausted. “Of course, I was. Where else was I supposed to be?” “Andrea, please go back
Chapter 37Andrea pov I stood in front of the luggage, feeling completely lost. I had no idea which of Jake’s clothes to pick. All of them looked expensive and too formal for someone recovering in a hospital. He’d be wearing a hospital gown most of the time anyway but I still needed to pack something comfortable for him. I finally settled on a few pairs of shorts, some shirts, and his pajamas.After carefully folding them, I placed them neatly into the bag I would be taking to the hospital. Next should be his toiletries. I grabbed his toothbrush, razor, deodorant, and a small bottle of shampoo. Arranging them in a small pouch, I added it to the bag. That should be everything.I moved to my own luggage and picked out a pair of jeans, a few tops, and a jacket. I added my toiletries and a pair of flat shoes—I had no idea how long I’d be staying at the hospital, so I needed to be prepared.As I zipped up my bag, a thought hit me.UnderwearI smacked my forehead. I had almost forgotten m
Chapter 38If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?After everything he had done to me, I couldn’t vouch for him. Or did my father have any enemies who didn’t want me in the company? But I was in Seattle, which made it even more surprising. Who would fly all the way from New York to Seattle to kill me? If they wanted me dead, they would have done it while I was still in New York—that would have been easier.My mind was spinning. Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe I was overthinking.“I don’t get it,” I murmured, pressing my fingers against my temples.“Understand what?” Jake asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Uhmm…” I hadn’t even realized I had spoken so loudly.Jake narrowed his eyes on me. “Andrea, you look worried. If it’s about what I said conc
Chapter 39It had been two days since I’d been in the hospital with Jake, and I was relieved that he was getting better. The past few days hadn’t been easy, but feeding him, cleaning him up, and assisting him was nothing compared to the pain he was in. Even though he tried to hide it or joke about it, I could see it in his eyes.I glanced at him and noticed how he was lost in thought as he stared out the window.“Are you okay?” I asked. “You’ve been looking outside for a long time. Is something bothering you?”Jake let out a slow sigh. “I can’t stay here anymore.”“Well, you’re not completely healed yet, so we don’t have a choice,” I added“Actually, we do,” he countered. “I can be discharged and finish healing at the hotel. After all, we’re done with business in Seattle, so we can head back to New York.”I blinked. “Wait, hold on—let’s take this one step at a time. Do you want us to go to the hotel or New York?”He exhaled “We can discharge today, go to the hotel, and prepare to lea
Chapter 40Jake pov The ride to the Sinclair estate was quiet. I was still surprised when Andrea’s father asked me to stay with them for a while. I agreed—not because I couldn’t take care of myself, but because I needed Andrea close. I had no doubt that Jason would strike again, and something told me he had a hand in the accident. I needed to keep an eye on her.I glanced at Andrea. She was staring out the window, her fingers tapping restlessly on her lap. Her posture was tense, her expression unreadable. The silence between us wasn’t just comfortable—it was thick, heavy, filled with unspoken words. She wasn’t thrilled about me staying in the house, but she wasn’t fighting it either. I had a feeling she didn't argue because she still felt guilty about the accident. If only she knew—I didn’t blame her at all.The car slowed as we approached the massive Sinclair estate. The towering iron gates opened smoothly, revealing a long, paved driveway lined with trimmed hedges and tall oak tree
Chapter 41Andrea’s POVThe universe had to be playing a trick on me.Every time I tried to put distance between me and Jake, something pulled us back together. I had already spent days with him on the trip, and now we were under the same roof—just a door apart. It felt like a cruel twist of fate.I leaned back against the bed frame, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the ceiling. Maybe I’m just thinking about only myself and not considering Jake.It wasn’t like he had a choice, I reminded myself. None of this was his fault. He was still healing, and I shouldn’t even be complaining about having him around. His injury was because of me.A sharp pang of guilt coiled in my chest. Oh, Andrea. I kicked my foot into the air in frustration. You’re selfish for thinking this way. If his arm wasn’t broken, he wouldn’t even be here. Why was I acting ungrateful?But still… there was something about Jake that made me uneasy.And to make things worse, I still haven’t gotten over the kiss.My
Chapter 101Andrea’s POVI knew something was off the moment I woke up.The mood was different tonight.No footsteps echoed in the hallway, no keys jangled, no harsh voices barked orders. The house was filled with the normal coldness, but it was lively.Beyond the metal door, I heard it. Music. Laughter. The clinking of glasses. Voices muffled but happy.They were celebrating.My stomach turned, not from hunger this time, but anticipation.I stayed still for a moment, my back against the cold wall, heart pounding so loud I was afraid someone might hear it. My wrists were sore and scabbed from the ropes, but my mind was clear and sharper than it had been in days.Something’s different.They hadn’t done their usual check. No footsteps outside my door. No voices. No shadows under the crack.Maybe… maybe this was it.The metal shard I had hidden days ago pressed against my thigh beneath the blanket. My one sliver of hope. I’d been waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the smallest cra
Chapter 100Jake’s POVThat’s exactly how I felt. Two days—forty-eight damn hours and still no trace of Andrea. Never in my life had I ever felt this restless. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since she disappeared. And whenever I did doze off, nightmares followed. The same one every time, Andrea, crying out for help, begging, afraid. I’d jolt awake, drenched in sweat, unsure if the dream was real or not.I poured myself another glass—the third one tonight. The first had done nothing. The second only made my head spin worse. My hands trembled slightly as I lifted the glass.These past few days had forced me to face something I’d been avoiding for a long time—how much I truly cared about Andrea. How much I loved her.Yeah. Love. I hadn’t wanted to admit it before, but this fear, this desperation was the kind of pain that only love brings.I dropped onto the couch and ran a hand down my face. I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. But what else could I do? We’d already gone to the po
Chapter 99Andrea's pov There was no clock in the room. No window, no sun, no ticking hand to mark the passing of time. But somehow, I knew it had been close to two days. My body told me. The aching bones. The heaviness behind my eyes. The way my stomach twisted and turned—not just from hunger, but from fear.Two nights. Two damn nights.I had slept. I wasn’t sure when or how, but the dreams had been hollow and sharp-edged, like broken glass on repeat. Every time I woke up, I hoped it was all over. That the door would burst open and I’d be rescued from this pain and torture. But no. Same walls. Same cold floor. Same silence.Except when they came.They didn’t speak. They just came in—faces masked, eyes dull—and dropped food like I was some stray they had to keep alive. After the last time I’d tried to run, they no longer untied my hands. One would hold me still while the other brought the spoon to my lips. No words. No looks. Like I wasn’t human. Like I wasn’t even there.My throat b
Chapter 98 Jake's pov It had been 24 hours since we had heard nothing from Andrea. No calls, no texts, nothing—no sign. The silence was deafening. Everyone in the house was in a panic. Andrea’s mother had been restless. She sat scrunched on the edge of the couch, her eyes swollen from crying, hands wringing a tissue that had long since given up holding anything back. Her father paced by the window, arms folded tightly, a muscle ticking in his jaw every time his phone lit up with nothing. “Where could she be?” her mother whispered, barely audible over the ticking clock. “What if… something had happened to—” She burst out crying, unable to finish the sentence. Andrea’s father walked to her, holding her hands, trying to console her. “She’s fine, darling. Andrea is a strong girl. Nothing has happened to her. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she’s trying to clear her head.” But even he didn’t believe it. None of us did. I sat there, my leg bouncing uncontrollably, trying to calm the
Chapter 97Andrea's pov I jolted awake, my neck aching from the awkward position I’d dozed off in. I must have slept off out of tiredness, or maybe I just wanted to escape this terror so badly. For a fleeting moment, I hoped it was all a nightmare—that if I just closed my eyes and slept, I’d wake up in the comfort of my bed, thinking about the bad dream I had.But reality slapped me faster than any pinch could.I was still here. Still tied. Still trapped.The same damp air filled my lungs. The faint buzz of that godforsaken light above hummed in my ears. I blinked, trying to clear the haze.I shifted slightly. The ropes binding my hands and feet hurt my skin. My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled in protest.“Can I have some water?” I called out weakly.But there was no response.“Is anyone there?” I screamed.Still no response.“Ughhh…” I breathed out in frustration.Time seemed to blur. I had no idea how long I’d been here. Minutes? Hours? A whole day?Panic trickled in slowly—n
Chapter 95Jake's pov I checked my watch for the third time in ten minutes.Four hours.Four whole hours.I’d been sitting here, surrounded by wedding gowns and impatient whispers from the boutique staff, waiting for Andrea to walk through that door. But nothing.No call. No text. Nothing.My phone sat heavy in my palm, screen dim. I tapped it, then called again. Her number went straight to voicemail like it had the last four times. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly, trying to keep calm.Maybe she got stuck in traffic. Or maybe her mum dragged her into something.But something about this—this stillness—wasn’t sitting right.The boutique door finally opened with a jingle. I looked up, half-expecting to see Andrea, annoyed or flustered, maybe rolling her eyes at how late she was. But it was her mum.“Sorry I’m late,” she said, smoothing her purse strap as she walked in. “I had a few things to sort out. So, how many gowns has she tried on?” she asked with a smile as she go
Chapter 95When I opened my eyes, everything felt wrong.The first thing I noticed was the ache in my neck, a pulsing stiffness that crawled down my spine like ice. The second was the bitter sting of rope cutting into my wrists, binding me to the arms of a wooden chair. My legs were tied, too—--- -tight, I couldn’t move. My heart launched itself against my chest.Panic bloomed before I could stop it.Where the hell was I?The room was dim, too quiet. Cold air brushed against my skin—cement floor, no windows. There was a faint hum from somewhere above, like the buzz of a fluorescent light, but nothing else. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… me.And fear.I tried to remember. The last clear moment was getting into that taxi—yes, I’d told the driver where to go, buckled my seatbelt. Then… the car slowing, a strange silence, and his hand—gloved—pressing something over my nose.A handkerchief.My blood ran cold.“Oh my God,” I whispered, the words scraping out of my dry throat. “No, n
Chapter 94I was already dressed for work when my Mum knocked on my door.“Andrea,” she’d said in that sugary tone she always used when she wanted something. “Darling, you’re not going to the office today.”I’d stared at her, halfway through buttoning my blouse. “Why not?”She smiled like it was obvious. “Because you have a wedding dress appointment. You’re getting married, remember?”Right. The wedding. The thing that now dictated my entire schedule.And just like that, I was “canceled” for the day.I didn’t argue. There was no point in doing that. So I changed into a more casual dress, trying not to roll my eyes every time I caught my reflection. I just wanted this wedding circus to be over. Honestly, at this point, I didn’t care what gown I wore. I’d walk down the aisle in a paper bag if it meant we could skip the drama and move on.As I adjusted the strap of my sandal, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I turned and froze.“Annabel?”She smiled gently from the doorway, her apron fr
Chapter 93 Andrea’s POV The past few days had been all about the wedding to-do lists and half-hearted planning. It wasn’t anything big—nothing fancy or extravagant. Just enough to keep up appearances. Cake tasting, picking color palettes, and finding a venue that wouldn’t give me a headache. My mom was more into it than I was. She’d pulled out her old wedding scrapbook and kept calling me at odd hours, pitching ideas I could barely pretend to care about. I played along, though. Smiled when I had to, and nodded when I didn’t want to. If it was left to Jake and me, we would’ve just gone to the registry and gotten married. But it wasn’t just about us. At least today, I could take a break from the whole wedding façade. Today, I was going back to work. The car ride was quiet. I had my window halfway down, letting the breeze hit my face as the city passed by in a blur. I wasn’t dressed like a bride-to-be—just a woman trying to feel like herself again. Sleek trousers, a button-up shirt