LOGINAnnabel's POV I struggled to etch myself deep into the booth when my feet got tangled in a rope.I groaned and positioned myself to kick it away when a brutal idea came to mind.I acted upon it, just in time before the booth was opened. Bewildered, upon seeing a woman gagged and roughly tied with a rope around here wrist, the men held out their guns.“What the fuck?” I heard Myron snort, “Are you going to shoot my booth?”“Who is she?!” Their leader asked alarmingly, “Answer me now, or I'll alert the rest of the guards.”Seeing that he was serious, both Scott and Myron peeked into the booth. They were more than bewildered and were shocked for up to five seconds.“I said, who is she?!” The guard barked behind them, cocking his gun.Scott's gaze told me of how disappointed he was in me as it was obvious I'd ruined their plan.However, Myron chuckled unexpectedly and turned to the guard.“This woman is the lady I brought for Christopher for tonight's party.”The guard did not look conv
Annabel's POV I held him and pulled him into my arms.He hugged me tightly, as if to say it was hard to let go but we had no choice. We stayed that way for some minutes until the front door dashed open alarmingly. Our gazes turned abruptly to the door, shocked to see Myron breathing heavily.We immediately went towards him, demanding answers but he was struggling to catch his breath.“What's wrong, Myron?” I demanded for the third time.“The-The kids.” He paused to catch his breath.“The kids? Where are they?” My voice cracked as my eyes widened.I could see the fear in his eyes.“I went there..to..to bring them back to you but..but..” he paused and continued, “They weren't there anymore.”“What?!” I screamed, anger burning in me, “What do you mean they weren't there?!”Scott held me, stopping me from doing the unexpected.“What have you done to my children, Myron?!” I sobbed, “You don't have to do this! I'll come with you if that's what you want.”He shook his head.“No, Annabel.”
Annabel's POV He stepped back, pressed the gun against Michelle's temple and said, “Annabel, any last words?”I stuttered, “No-no..please..”“Shit.” Scott cursed under his breath.George chuckled, “I guess your long lost sister has nothing to say to you.” He said to Michelle, “Perhaps you have something to say to her?”Michelle met my gaze.“Annabel,” she began, “It's okay.”I shook my head.“I intentionally hurt you and the baby years back, I also aided in the death of our mother. Even though I had no idea who she truly was, the guilt continues to taunt me every second. Perhaps this is my reckoning.”“Mich, no. That is the past and we have put it behind us.” I told her.“This is just fate, maybe. I'd choose death any day than watch Davis scale his seat as Governor. Don't you see that either way, we are at the losing end.”She added, “Even if we give him what he wants, he'll come back for us and he'll have even more power to harm us. If we don't give in to his demands, he'll have les
Annabel's POV “No!” I screamed, moving towards them but Davis’ fingers clutched the trigger tightly.He grinned as he said, “One more step and I promise you, I'll blow her brains out.”I shook my head, “No, please.”“Ah, you're begging now?” Davis cackled triumphantly, “What happened to the tough Annabel who was bent on bringing me down?”“....” Words failed me. My children and sister are in danger and in the hands of terrible people.“Dad.” Scott calmly stepped forward.“I said, not another step closer!” Davis barked, eyes red and wide open. “I have nothing to lose you know, Michelle here ruined my life in seconds. She pulled down everything I have worked hard for. “I thought of the best way to get back at her and Christopher provided an easy means. I knew she'll go to him today so I waited for her and she confirmed my thoughts.”Michelle sobbed.“I captured her, had her tortured..” Davis paused, intensifying his gaze on Myron whose earlier calm composure had turned into a furious
Annabel's POV They had the guns pointed at each other, and I— in the middle — did not know what to do. “No, please. Put your guns away!” I screamed as I stared at both men.“Seems like this is where it all ends.” Myron said, smirking.“For you.” Scott added and turned to me, “I've been calling you, Annabel. What's wrong?”The tears were too much for me to speak, the sobs caught in my throat.Scott pulled me close, I saw Myron's finger move to the trigger.“What's wrong? Did he hurt you? Tell me!”I shook my head and sobbed, “The kids..”He blinked and then placed me behind him while still aiming the gun at Myron.“Where are the kids?” He demanded, muscle tight, face red with anger.I did not want to imagine what would happen next. Scott rarely gets mad. In fact, I've never seen him mad.Even when he divorced me years ago, his face never held this much anger. It seemed that he was fed up with Myron.“You're not supposed to be here, Scott.” Myron said casually like he could not sense
Annabel's POV “Myron.” I called as I stepped into the room, “Where are my children?”Without turning to me, he answered in a calm voice, “What were you trying to do, Annabel?”I gritted my teeth, anger boiling inside of me.“Don't you fucking spill my name from those lips of yours!” I yelled, half losing my mind. “Tell me where my kids are right now, Myron or I will involve the police.” “Go ahead and try.” He lifted his head just then, “I won't stop you Annabel. I think the best way to tame you is to let you make your choice.”My face twisted into a confused look. He rose and stepped out of the shadows, still flickering the lighter.“With every wrong decision you make, you'll suffer the consequences.” He said to me, “Involve the police and you'll never see your children again. I'll disappear like I never existed and so will your kids.”I chuckled, trying to remain brave, “Disappear? Why do you think there is the FBI, CIA and detective agency? All they need is your name and airport







