"What do you want, Lydia?" I demanded, just after hanging up with my daughter.Hearing Mia's voice had soothed my worries, but her assurance that she was safe and not being mistreated by Lydia eased my heart even more.It allowed me to stay patient and calm, granting Lydia the privilege of my listening ear instead of pushing me to fucking pursue her and put her behind bars for this crime.She had a demand and she wanted them met before she told me where I could get back Mia."Just two things, Sebastian," Lydia said imploringly, and my jaw clenched as I awaited her ultimate request."State them," I replied curtly.Lydia started, "There's a woman who's been after me. She holds my secret—a secret that could ruin everything I've built over the years. She's not going to give up; she has me at her mercy. Even though I already did a favor for her, she still holds this over my head and she knows I would do anything to buy her keep her silence."I listened intently, looking forward to where th
~SEBASTIAN~"Hey, how is she?" I bombarded the doctor frantically as he approached us from the hallway of City Hospital, where Chris and I had been waiting anxiously for his report.I swallowed hard as my gaze met with his.The elderly man clad in a pristine white lab coat stopped before me and forced a reassuring smile. "Mr. Weston, your wife is going to be okay. But I'm afraid she's still unconscious."My patience flared. "For how long? It's been 72 hours already. You told me she'd be awake within the last two days."He shrugged, wearing a remorseful expression that made me want to knock it off his face if he didn’t do something about Kristine's condition.I was losing it!Three days! Fucking Seventy-two hours, Four thousand three hundred twenty minutes and counting! That’s how long it’s been since Kristine collapsed—more like fainted on me after realizing our daughter was missing.Someone took her from the bridal shop she had visited with Amelia three days ago.That person bett
"Mia, where's your Aunty?" I asked my toddler as I brushed past her to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.Mia, who was finishing her breakfast at the counter, replied eagerly, "Aunt Amelia said she'd be out soon. She's still getting ready.""Okay," I responded, my head shoved in the fridge.Retrieving the bottle, I closed the door and beckoned to Mia. "Finish your meal, baby. I'll be right back."She nodded, and I left the kitchen, heading toward Amelia's room, and trying to keep my mind busy with other thoughts so I wouldn't be reminded of what happened two nights ago.Halting by Amelia's bedroom, I knocked gently on her door."Come in," her voice prompted me to push the door open.I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me, my eyes finding her at the dressing table. Her back was turned as she applied makeup before the mirror.I walked over to her slowly, my heart racing with calm trepidation, knowing she would inevitably bring up the one conversation I desperately wa
"I'm honestly baffled, Amelia," I said, studying the images closely. "I just don't understand.""Do you think Sabrina might be lying?" Amelia asked cautiously."About what?""This woman.""I don't think so. Why would she lie? She's been completely honest with me from the beginning, and I believe her. If she says she's found out they're plotting against me, I should put my doubts aside and start planning my next move.""Great choice," Amelia pointed out. "So, what do you want me to do about this Elizabeth Jones?"I exhaled deeply, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. "Do your thing, Amelia. Just find out what you can about her. I want to know who she really is and why she's after me."Amelia gently pulled her computer from my view, nodding eagerly. "You got it."As she typed fervently on the keyboard, her eyes sharp and focused on the screen, I remained still, pondering what Sabrina had told me—especially about Dave.Despite my wish to doubt her and dismiss her claims, I knew she
"Welcome back," Amelia greeted me as I kicked off my shoes at the entrance after stepping into our home."Exhaustion is written all over your face," she added, giving me a pitying look."Thanks. And yeah, that's because the deadline for my workload is tomorrow. Lucky for me, I'm done, so you can stop mocking me now," I replied sassily as I draped my coat over the hanger."Yeah, right, lucky for you indeed," she said with an amused smile."I'll be right back; let me freshen up quickly," I said, brushing past her as I made my way to my bedroom. I knew Mia was already asleep since she was nowhere to be seen, and it was well, past 8 in the evening."I'll be out here waiting," Amelia called after me as I disappeared into my room to take a shower.A few minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, freshly bathed and clad in my nightgown. I returned to the living room to join her.Grabbing a stool from the counter, I settled onto it and placed my phone down.Amelia sat beside me on the adjace
I finished at the office late today, several hours after the strange woman's visit.By the time I finally took another break—after my earlier lunch break—it was already night. Sebastian didn’t come to the office as I had thought he would, or rather, as he had promised he would. However, he called to apologize and even arranged for lunch to be delivered to me. He then apologized again, promising to make it up to me later.He told me he was really exhausted and needed rest, and I completely understood; how could he not be? He got himself worked up yesterday. However, he had no idea I was still at the house office at this time. I didn't let him know otherwise he would have likely come over to keep me company and help with work, or even offer to drop me off. But I didn't tell him anything.As for Amelia, I did let her know I'd be running late after she called me a while back, demanding my whereabouts. Anyway, now that I was halfway through my workload, I packed up my stuff in preparat