MasukLiam's POVIt was as if the Belfort brothers couldn't stand the fact that Yvonne just admitted that she was tired and exhausted. And it was obvious that it was a result of the torture that she faced from Adrian that caused that. Which wasn't even far-fetched from the way I had felt too but I let them do justice to that.I understood their anger. Hell, I felt it too. But at this point, Yvonne needed comfort more than she needed revenge.And so the Belfort brothers went on to punch Adrian all over his body; all over again while we were waiting for the ambulance. Each punch landed with a sickening thud. Adrian groaned, curling into himself, but they didn't stop."That's for laying your hands on our sister," Jack said through gritted teeth.Bobby landed another punch. "That's for making her suffer.""And that's for thinking you'd get away with it," Gentle added.So while they were on that, I threw away the rope that was used to hold Yvonne down to the chair, to them…knowing fully well th
Yvonne's POV"Police! Hands where I can see them!""You mother fucker!" One of the person that marched in, I suppose, blurted out angrily, pushing Adrian to the floor and it was at that moment that at least, I caught some breath because if I had been in that way he was trying to strangle me, in the next 60 seconds, I must have dropped dead. Air rushed into my lungs. I coughed violently in a way my chest was heaving. Everything hurt but I was breathing and it felt renewed that I was still alive.I couldn't stop coughing, trying even more hard to regain my breath and then one of them rushed to my side and then after a little while of struggling with my breath which was gradually coming back, I observed and it came to my realization that it was Liam and the Belfort brothers. Liam! He came. He actually came."Yvonne!! Yvonne! Are you okay?" Liam asked hurriedly, as he must have seen how worn out I was already looking.I wanted to answer but my throat felt like it wasn't even mine with t
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







