LOGINYvonne's POV
As soon as we got to the gymnasium, the noise inside could’ve shaken the ceiling. Everyone was already seated, whispering, buzzing, bouncing on their chairs like we were about to witness the arrival of actual royalty. The principal tapped her mic, clearing her throat until the place quieted down a little. Then she smiled wide, like she had the juiciest news of the decade.
“Students,” she began, her voice echoing across the gym, “please join me in welcoming Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort, heirs to the Belfort fortune, who have generously donated a brand-new wing to this high school.”
The principal clapped like she’d just announced world peace, and the whole place erupted in applause. Some kids whistled, some stomped their feet. A girl behind me squealed so loud I thought she might faint.
“Yes, amazing, right?” the principal beamed, soaking in the cheers. “And that’s not all. They have gifted each of you with a brand-new iPad.”
Gasps and shouts broke out everywhere. Teachers moved down the aisles, handing out shiny boxes. The sound of cardboard being ripped open was almost louder than the clapping.
“I’m never doing homework on paper again!” a boy shouted two rows ahead.
Another chimed in, “Do you think they’ll give us free Wi-Fi too?” The place dissolved into laughter and chatter.
“Students!” the principal said, raising her hands. “On that note, I expect you all to show them the respect they deserve.”
That was it. The tension snapped back like a stretched rubber band. All eyes glued themselves to the entrance of the gymnasium, the doors like a stage curtain about to lift and the buzz in the air felt almost electric.
And then—they walked in.
The double doors swung open, and Gentle, Jack, and Bobby Belfort strode inside like they had been trained for this moment their whole lives. Their walk was slow, confident, perfectly in sync, like the floor belonged to them. All neck tilted, jaws dropped, and eyes widened as they crossed the aisle. You could practically feel the room holding its breath. Each one of them had that kind of presence you only see in glossy magazine covers—their suits were adorably fitted and their hair styled like it had been blessed by Hollywood itself.
The cheers rose, bouncing off the gym walls. Tricia, especially, was impossible to ignore. She was bouncing in her seat like a toddler on a codeine diet. Her squeals pierced the air, her hands clutching her chest dramatically. And I am quite sure that if someone handed her a fan right then, she would have fainted into it.
When the noise simmered down, the tallest of the brothers stepped forward, his voice smooth but heavy with meaning. “I know you all must be wondering why we chose to come here. Fifteen years ago, our baby sister disappeared.”
The gym fell into complete silence, the kind where you could hear a pin drop. “We vowed not to rest until we found her, chasing every lead and never giving up. Now, we finally know where she is, and that is why we are here.”
Another brother, the one with sharper features, added, “We have come to bring her home. To bring her back to the family where she belongs.”
The third spoke next, his lips curving into a smile that sent more gasps through the girls in the room. “She would be sixteen by now. Blond hair. Outrageously attractive, just like her brothers.” The arrogance in his tone made a few kids giggle, but no one dared say anything.
And then the first brother raised his hand, pulling back his sleeve. My stomach tightened instantly. “Most importantly, she has a bracelet. One like this.”
Together, all three of them lifted their wrists. Three identical bracelets glittered under the gym lights. And at the moment, it was like my lungs stopped working.
“Oh my God.” The words tumbled out of my mouth in the faintest whisper, meant for no one but myself. My fingers trembled on my lap. “That looks exactly like my bracelet.”
The first brother spread his arms, gaze sweeping the crowd. “Sis, wherever you are, come on up here. We are waiting for you. Anyone?”
The gym rippled with whispers, heads turning and searching. My chest pounded so hard it hurt. Could it be me? Could I actually be the missing Belfort heiress? My bracelet… it was the only clue I ever had. But now it was gone, stolen by Tricia. My throat burned with panic.
And then, before I could think, my body moved on its own. I rose halfway from my seat, with legs shaking and my knees threatening to buckle. But just as I found the courage to steady myself, a hard shove hit me from behind.
“Shift! Get out of my way, trash.” The venom in her voice cut through me.
I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of the seat in front. My eyes darted up—and of course, it was her-Tricia. Who else? Her smirk said it all as she strutted down the aisle.
No. Please no.
“Brothers!” she screamed, fake joy spilling out of her like bad perfume. Her arm shot up, flashing a bracelet. My bracelet. The one she ripped from me. My stomach dropped to the floor.
The brothers’ faces lit up, unguarded excitement softening their sharp features. “Baby sis!” they shouted in unison, arms opening wide to her.
She launched herself at them, squealing and wriggling like a child reunited with candy. “Brothers!” she cried again, her voice so high-pitched it hurt. She clung to them, milking the moment, tears she didn’t have shimmering in her eyes.
“Baby sis, we finally found you. You must have dealt with so much,” one of them said, his voice dripping with sympathy.
“Yeah, it’s been a trial,” she replied quickly, almost sounding like she had it all rehearsed. “But you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
Her words were fake, hollow, but nobody seemed to notice. All the students gushed, sighing like they were watching a movie scene.
“Oh my gosh, she’s their sister.”
“Can you believe it? Tricia Belfort!”
“Her life just changed forever.”
I sat frozen, my hands balled into fists so tight my nails dug into my skin. This can’t be happening. How could they fall for this? Couldn’t they see the way her eyes sparkled a little too much, the way her voice cracked in all the wrong places?
But the brothers only leaned in closer. “We want to spoil you after all these years. So of course, we brought presents. We tried to guess what you’d want, but in the end, we decided to bring everything.”
The doors at the side of the gym opened. A line of attendants rolled in racks of glittering clothes—dresses sparkling under the lights, rows of designer shoes gleaming like treasures. Jewelry cases clicked open, dazzling gems shining all over the space. Pictures flashed on the projector and at the lineup that could make anyone dizzy.
“The Belfort family presents,” one of the brothers declared proudly, “a new wardrobe straight from the runways of Miami, ten luxury cars to suit every mood, and unrestricted access to the Belfort family jet.”
The gym exploded in the other students' cheers here and there.
“Ten cars?!”
“I’d take one! Just one!”
“Imagine having a family jet. Forget college, I’d just fly everywhere.”
Tricia’s smile stretched so wide it looked painful. “I am just so excited to finally reunite with my family,” she said, clutching her chest like she was overwhelmed with love.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Anger bubbled in me like lava, threatening to spill over. Every laugh, every cheer for her made me want to scream. But another scene? More humiliation? My chest tightened. No. Not today. Maybe it was better to stay quiet, to swallow the pain and walk away.
So I stood, forcing my legs to move, heading for the exit while everyone else was lost in Tricia’s performance. Maybe disappearing would hurt less than watching her steal everything.
But then—
“Yvonne.” My mom’s voice stopped me at the doors. She had somehow found me, her face pale but determined. Her words pierced straight through my panic. “But the bracelet is yours. It was the only thing on you when I found you as a baby. And that was exactly 15 years ago.”
I froze. My head spun. “Mum… I think it must be a mistake. Or… or something. I can’t be the Belfort heiress.” My voice shook, barely above a whisper.
Her gaze hardened. “Yvonne. You didn’t spend your whole life wondering where you came from just to back down now. You know the truth.”
My chest rose and fell fast, the truth colliding with the lies in my head. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. She was right. Deep down, I knew it. I knew it from the first second I saw their bracelets. From the way my heart nearly leapt out of me. From the emptiness I’d carried all my life.
I couldn’t let Tricia steal what was mine. Not this time.
A boldness I didn’t recognize surged through me. My legs moved, strong and steady now. I turned back toward the center of the gymnasium, toward the brothers, the crowd, and Tricia’s lies.
It was time to step into the light.
Yvonne's POVAt this point, with the level of torture that I am already facing here from Adrian, I think his plan has been to torture me to death as he kept hitting me real hard with his hand on my face while I couldn't help but pant hopelessly in exhaustion and fear. My head was spinning and every part of my body hurt at this point. My cheeks burned where his hand had connected, over and over. And I could taste blood in my mouth.I have been under his hostage for hours. But it already felt like forever, considering the kind of pain I could feel as a result of the torture I received from him.To the point that I was forced to at least say one thing that has been on my mind. "Do I really deserve this from you, Adrian." I managed to say because honestly I was already losing every bit of strength I have in me.My voice came out broken, barely above a whisper. But I needed to know what had I done to make him hate me so much?"You did this to yourself, you stupid bitch." He went on and hi
Liam's POV"We need to talk to the officers now," Jack suggested the moment Madame Celeste was gone."Agreed," Bobby said. "But we also need to think. Who would do this? Who benefits from kidnapping Yvonne?"The question hung in the air for a while. 'Who would have thought of this evil plot in the first place.'My mind was already running through possibilities. Tricia? Adrian? Someone else entirely that I am not even aware of? Let's say, an enemy to the Duval empire?I clenched my fists. Whoever it was, they'd made a mistake. A big one for real."Let's get the facts first," Gentle said. "Then we can figure out the rest.""To the best of my knowledge, this kidnapping wasn't random. With the look of things, it couldn't be. Someone wanted Yvonne specifically. Someone who knew where she'd be and when. I smell something fishy. Don't you think that Tricia is behind this as she wasn't around the moment we got to know she was all fake. Which was almost the time Liam came and told us that he's
Liam's POVOn driving into the car parking space of the police station, I hurriedly pulled up and quickly rushed to the main hall where I could make a report. My chest felt tight and I could feel the rush of adrenaline all over me.Gentle was right behind me, his footsteps were quick and urgent just like mine too. Neither of us had said much during the drive here right after the call we dropped off with Bobby and Jack. What was there to say? Yvonne wasn't picking up her calls, wasn't responding to messages, and that wasn't like her at all.On entering, my gaze was quick to catch Madame Celeste and even though she was in a black shade like one who was mourning a dear one, I recognized her instantly.The sight of her made my stomach drop. She looked broken as her shoulders were slumped, her eyes red and swollen. Whatever brought her here wasn't good."Madame Celeste Duval." I called out, knowing fully well that she must have been here for the same thing that brought us here too.She tur
Madame Celeste's POV“I want to make a report of a missing girl.” I quickly burst out, referring to no one particularly though as at the moment I hurriedly got to the police station when the driver drove me here. I had wanted him to go along but in the long run, I had asked him to come get me so that we would go together because being at home wasn't helping the kind of thoughts going through my mind. My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I clasped them together, trying to steady myself, but it didn't help. "Good day, madame. You said that you want to make a report of a missing girl?" One of the officers questioned me as his voice sounded far away, like I was underwater."Yes, officer of the law." I replied hastily, with my lips like they were still shaking as the result of the shock I still felt."Ok, noted. Can you briefly explain what happened?" The officer asked me.I swallowed hard. Where do I even start? My throat felt tight, like the words were stuck somewhere between my chest and
Liam’s POVNot long after we agreed on how we were going to split, everything started moving fast—too fast for my heart to keep up with properly.Gentle and I headed toward the police station in my car, while Jack and Bobby took one of the Belfort cars straight to Madame Celeste Duval’s house. All hands had to be on deck. No pride, no grudges and no delays. It was just movement.I gripped the steering wheel tighter than I realized.The city lights blurred past us, but my mind wasn’t on the road. It kept drifting against my will back to Yvonne.The last time I’d seen her, she was smiling, looking all relaxed, teasing me about how seriously I took dessert menus. Nothing dramatic and there was nothing that looked like a goodbye. Just normal, quiet happiness.That was what scared me the most.Because nothing about this felt normal.I couldn't help but think about the moment my phone buzzed late in the afternoon and I glanced at the screen when I had seen it. It was her last message to me
Gentle's POVIn no time, Liam just walked in straight through the door to where we were because, actually the door wasn't locked.He looked like a man who'd been running as I could feel that from his quick breath which was like he almost forgot to breathe properly, then his jacket half-on, and his eyes looking like it didn't know where to land first. For a second, the house felt too small for all the worry packed into him, coupled with the one that was ongoing in here before he got here.“Where is she?” That was the question which Liam asked us, and honestly that took me particularly unaware. Because of course, she wasn't referring to Tricia. Why would he in the first place? And so, if he was actually referring to Yvonne, I think he should be in a better position to know where exactly Yvonne is.Bobby shot a look at me like he expected me to know something I didn't. My mouth went dry and I could tell that all the leads I'd been chasing—little threads that never quite tied up just sudd







