LOGIN"Aren't you gonna pick that up?" Dr. Trevor asked, nodding toward the phone still buzzing violently in Carol’s hand."I don't know what to say... maybe just say vale was dropped in front of the hospital," Dr. Trevor joked grimly, trying to inject a sliver of dark humor into the heavy air."Actually... that's not a bad idea. That might just work," Carol joked back, a tense, exhausted smile touching her lips as she watched the medical team wheel Miss Vale’s gurney toward her secure private suite.Behind them, two heavy-set security guards hauled a bound, gagged, and struggling Ryan away down the subterranean corridor, while Dr. Mathews was dragged off right alongside him for a brutal, unsparing interrogation.Taking a deep, grounding breath, Carol swiped her thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to her ear."David!" she blurted out before he could speak, leaning heavily on the pre-planned cover story. "We found Vale! An anonymous tip called my phone, and I immediately alerted o
"Please... Dr. Trevor, please save me! I don't want to lose this baby!"Miss Vale’s agonized screams echoed off the metal walls of the speeding ambulance as the vehicle rocketed through the dark Nairobi streets. She could feel the warm, heavy blood oozing continuously beneath her, soaking straight through the trauma sheets. The physical pain was blinding, but the psychological terror of losing the child was driving her completely insane.I need this pregnancy now more than anything else, she thought, her fingers clawing desperately at the gurney mattress as a severe, agonizing false miscarriage wracked her body. I have gone through too much hell for this child. I will fight to make sure it survives—because when it does, it will stand as a permanent, living reminder to Ryan of the monster he tried to be.In the frantic chaos of the medical bay, Dr. Trevor was drowning in raw panic. The blood pressure monitors were shrieking in a relentless, deafening alarm. Needing to know the exact st
With a final, forced spasm of her throat, Miss Vale mimicked the physical motion of swallowing, her eyes squeezed shut as tears tracked through the water on her cheeks.Dr. Mathews pulled back, his hand dropping away from her jaw. He wiped his damp glove against his trousers and looked up at Ryan with clinical satisfaction. "She's taken them. The active agents will dissolve into her bloodstream within fifteen minutes. The process has begun."Ryan stared down at her, his chest heaving with a sick, toxic mixture of victory and grief. He reached out, gently brushing a damp lock of hair away from her forehead. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered softly, his voice trembling. "It had to be done. We'll be safe now. Both of us."He turned away, gesturing for the doctor to pack his briefcase. "Let's give her some space to let it work. Come on."As Ryan and Dr. Mathews turned their backs and walked toward the bedroom door, Miss Vale’s eyes snapped open. Her mouth tasted of bitter chalk. With every
Ryan pushed the door open, his eyes wild with a sudden wave of frantic panic. He had returned early, driven back by an unbearable, clawing anxiety that Miss Vale might have collapsed while left alone. Slipping into the bedroom, the eerie silence chilled his blood. "Vale?" he called out, his voice cracking. He rushed toward the corner of the room, following the low, continuous trickle of running water into the master bathroom. There, sitting half-naked on the freezing tile floor, soaked to the skin under the icy blast of the shower, was Miss Vale. She was shivering uncontrollably, her skin ghostly pale and burning hot, looking like a broken shell. "Oh God... Vale! What are you doing to yourself?!" Ryan cried out, lunging forward to turn off the water taps. He threw himself down onto the cold tiles beside her, lifting her shivering, drenched body into his arms and pulling her tightly against his chest. Tears of pure, unhinged devotion spilled from his eyes as he cradled her head, ki
On the cold, polished floorboards of the upstairs bedroom, Miss Vale was fighting a brutal, terrifying war for her own survival.The chemical-induced fever was literally consuming her alive. Hours had passed since Ryan slammed the heavy oak door and locked her away, leaving her to burn in the agonizing prison of her own body. Her mind spun in wild, delirious circles, screaming for relief, screaming for the one thing her tortured system craved. In her moments of absolute weakness, she had cried out Ryan’s name, begging him to come back, begging him to touch her just so the unbearable internal fire would subside.But no one answered. The sprawling house was dead silent.She was completely, utterly alone.As the delirium cleared just enough for reality to pierce through, a wave of crushing despair washed over her. It has been hours... why hasn't anyone found me? she sobbed inwardly, her fingernails clawing uselessly against the hardwood. Even Carol should have known! Ryan's house should
Carol’s hands trembled so violently she could barely hold her phone.She stood staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate study, watching David pace the driveway outside like a crazed, wounded beast. He was screaming into his satellite phone, pouring millions of shillings into private intelligence networks, ordering roadblocks, and demanding sweeping searches across the city. But every single one of his leads was collapsing into dead air.The police were chasing phantom vans, the CCTV footage had been scrubbed or corrupted, and the official DCI investigations were completely stalled by Ryan's paid bribes. David was chasing ghosts—and Carol knew it.A cold, suffocating wave of panic clawed up her throat, threatening to choke her. He’s never going to find her in time, she realized, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. David’s global empire, his security team, his money... none of it matters because Ryan built a wall he can't see through.Desperate, terrified, and utt







