Manny's RestaurantThe cool music playing in the background couldn’t calm Hilda down. Her fork clinked against the ceramic plate, with the untouched food growing cold in front of her. Sitting opposite her was Kennedy, his eyes moving around the place, observing the environment.“Babe, what’s slowing things down?” Hilda’s voice came up threaded with impatience. “He should’ve sent the money already, we are supposed to be out of the country by now.”Kennedy shrugged. “Hayden said there were some bank issues that hadn't been solved hence the delay.” He stated casually.“Delays?” Hilda’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure they don’t suspect anything?”“I don’t know.” Kennedy’s tone lost its ease for the first time. “But think about it, if Hayden suspected something, do you really think he would’ve sent half the payment already?”That calmed Hilda down, just a little. She nodded murmuring, “True.”“I just hope he wires the rest soon,” she added, rubbing her temple.Kennedy reached across the tabl
One week later.Briella was finally back in New York.The storm had quieted on the surface, though she knew better than to trust the silence. Everyone now knew Rissa was behind it all. The police and other security agents were involved, her face plastered across reports.A reward had even been announced for any solid lead tying her to Lorcan Clyde’s murder and kidnap of Briella. But instead of the announcement flushing her out, the pressure only drove Rissa deeper into hiding. She was a snake in the shadows waiting, coiled and patient. The kind of patience that could destroy a person if you weren’t careful.And Briella felt it in her bones, Rissa wasn’t done yet. She wouldn’t stop, even if it meant dragging both of them to the ground.Jaylen had vanished since that day at the hospital. He didn't bother calling nor visiting her. Yet Briella sometimes felt his eyes on her, like a shadow trailing just beyond the corner of her vision always watching.That morning, she decided to see Bria
The words hit him, but it wasn’t Michael’s voice Hayden heard, it was Briella’s, echoing through him.And for a fleeting second, Hayden almost broke.He quickly masked his emotions, his jaw tight. “That’s none of your business.”“The hell it isn’t!” Michael shot back, striding across the room until he was right in front of the desk. “You’re ready to throw yourself into a marriage just to fill the hole Briella left in you. Do you even hear yourself?”Hayden’s breath hitched. For a moment, just a moment, he faltered. But then his walls shot up again. “Briella made her choice,” he said flatly. “She doesn’t want me. I’m not chasing her anymore.”Michael slammed his hands on the desk, the files scattering. “Bullshit. This isn’t about moving on, Hayden. This is about running. You think throwing a ring on Hilda’s finger is going to erase the fact that you’re still bleeding for Briella? You can barely say her name without choking.”Hayden’s chest heaved. His throat burned, but he forced the w
The private jet moved steadily in the air, but inside the cabin, the air was sharp and almost choking.Rissa's head hung down against the leather seat, her hair plastered damp against her temples. Blood stained her sleeve, but they weren't hers, but it still clung like a warning. Her breath came fast, shallow, as if the taste of failure had lodged in her throat.For the first time in years, she had almost lost.Her hand reached for the glass cup in front of her and slammed it hard against the cabin wall. It shattered, the shards scattering across the carpet. One of her men flinched but didn’t move.“She was right there.” Rissa’s voice was hoarse, dripping of venom. “I was this close to getting all that are mine.”Her fist slammed into the armrest, the sharp edge cutting her knuckles. She didn’t flinch. The sting only fed the rage curling through her veins.“You think you’ve won, Briella?” she whispered, an evil smile playing on her lips. “No. I will decide when your story ends.”The m
The cold night air stung Briella’s lungs as she struggled against Rissa’s grip. The blade dug into her throat, sharp enough that every shallow breath made her skin burn.Then Dalton’s voice cut through the tension.“Let her go now and we’ll spare you and your men.”Rissa let out a sharp and ugly laughter. “Do you take me for a fool, Uhuhh?”She pressed the knife harder, making Briella whimper. “Drop your weapons now! And move back with your hands where I can see them, or I slit her throat right here.” She warned again.Dalton’s jaw tightened. “Do as she says,” he ordered his men.One by one, their rifles and pistols lowered. Their boots scraped against asphalt as they backed away.Then there was a gun shot, it shattered the silence. One of Rissa’s men fired a bullet tearing into Dalton’s man arms, dropping him to the ground.“Fool.” Rissa exclaimed. Why were her men foolish, she lamented.Chaos erupted.There were shouts and gun shots ripping through the night. Sparks burst off the je
***Bradford Mansion***Mr. Garland sat in the armchair by the window, his frail hands resting on the armrests. His treatments so far had made him stronger than before, his condition improving, but strength was just a cruel measure.His body might recover, but his heart carried a weight twenty-five years old making him feel weak.Briella was coming, but she wasn’t coming for a visit or for comfort and It made him anxious.She was coming for the truth he had buried and sworn never to speak of. How would he be able to look her in the eyes and tell her that he had lied to her all life. And what she knows now is the truth.The door opened and Dalton stepped in, his face pale and his breath uneven. “Sir… the driver and Miss Briella haven’t arrived. And they’re not answering their calls.”Mr. Garland’s brows knitted. “Are you sure they didn’t make another stop before coming here?”Dalton shook his head. “That doesn’t explain why the driver is unreachable. I… sense something unexpected must