LOGINMARCO’S POV.I sat at the dining table, drinking a cup of coffee, while I waited for breakfast to get ready.My phone buzzed with a notification against the table and I picked it up, squinting at my screen.“Boss,” I looked up to see Dave, ine of my men standing before me, heads slightly bowed.“What is it?” I asked, annoyed at his interruption.“Doctor Drew has just arrived, should I let him in?” He asked. I sat up, dropping my phone back on the table.“Of course, let him in…….I am expecting him,” I said, taking a sip from my coffee as I watched Dave walk away.“He must have been here with the text results……Ah! Thank God. I could barely sleep through the night because of how hopeful and excited I was..If Nayla happened to be pregnant, which I know she is. That’s would only mean, her baby father wouldn’t be so present in her life…..I remember she told me on our last date that they both broke up.Or wait! I have an idea….I will try my best to convince her not to tell him about the bab
COLLIN’S POV.Before any of us could react, the sound of multiple footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder by the second. My heart raced, a cold shiver running down my spine. “I think they are here for us. We’ll have to defend ourselves if they attack,” Roy said, his eyes narrowed and serious.Suddenly, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a bone-jarring thud. Four masked men stormed in, guns drawn, and instantly aimed at us. Since when did hotel security guards wear masks? Or have multiple tattoos? These men looked like they walked straight out of hell. They looked nothing like security men….. they weren’t even on uniforms.Detective Charles raised his hands swiftly, his expression calm but focused. “Wait! I’m Detective Charles,” he said, pulling out his ID, holding it high.Maybe he could convince them that we had the right to search this room. Because since two weeks and counting. We haven’t seen or heard from Nayla.But before he could say another word, o
“What seems to be the issue?” Detective Charles asked. His brow furrowed in concern.Roy took a breath, clearly trying to stay composed. “Nayla was abducted from the hotel room. A man disguised as the room service took her; threatening her with a gun,” he said, his voice a bit shaky as he spoke. “We’ve seen the footage from the CCTV camera..we’ve also seen his face and he was recognized by the security staff but they currently cannot locate him.”Charles nodded, placing his hand against his jaw as he considered what Roy had just told him. “Did you check the room as well? The room she had stayed in?”“I tried,” Roy replied, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “But my high school friend owns the hotel. He let us watch the footage instead.”A frown creased Charles’s brow as he shook his head in dissatisfaction. “You need to check the room. Either your friend has a hand in this, or one of the staff does…even the security staff who was able to recognize the abductor. We need to
NAYLA’S POV.I sat on the edge of the bed, anxiety thrumming through me like a live wire. Marco had just called a doctor……Doctor Drew. My heart raced at the thought of being examined. What if I was truly pregnant? What would then be my fate?Marco wasn’t willing to let me leave, and worst, what if he goes ahead to claim my child? Fuvk! No! I can’t let that happen….I shouldn’t even be thinking like this.“Good day, Doctor Drew. It’s lovely to see you again,” Marco said, standing up and offering a polite handshake. His smile looked genuine, but I could sense the tension in his body as he stole glances in my direction. “Hello, Marco. And you must be Nayla,” the doctor said, turning his attention to me. He carried an air of professionalism, but there was something else….an unspoken understanding that flickered in his eyes as he regarded me. Marco cleared his throat, pulling my gaze back to him. “Nayla’s been feeling nauseous and throwing up. I just want to know if she might be……uhmmm….p
MNAYLA’S POV“How can I help you first? How can I kill these murderfuckers that want you and your brother dead?… I only need your permission for this one last kill,” Marco said, staring deep into my eyes, his jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides.“But you want us dead too, right? You were the person who was paid to have me and my brother killed? Which means you know who wants us dead, right?” I said, and he hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before nodding.“Yes, I know who wants you dead… but I don’t know if she could be harmed because she has a child and is pregnant with her second child as we speak,” Marco explained, his expression turning serious, brow furrowed in thought. But nothing about what he had just said made sense at all.“Are you trying to tell me the person who wants me dead is a pregnant woman?” I asked, feeling the air leave my lungs, my heart racing as I processed his words. I was even more shocked when he nodded in response to my question
ROY’S POV.I watched closely at the screen in front of us as it displayed what had happened that day……the day Nayla had checked in at the hotel.I saw Nayla walk into her room, accompanied by a room server who helped her wheel her belongings inside.For the next few minutes, nothing happened; she didn’t step out of her room, just a few guests walked by.“Fast forward until you see any movement from her door,” Collin said. I stared at him, about to question why he wanted to fast forward. I needed every detail, every movement. No matter how long it took.But the only problem was that I was getting impatient, and I could tell Collin was too, with the way he furrowed his brow and the tightness in his jaw as his eyes were intensely fixed on the screen.The security staff fast-forwarded the footage, just like he was instructed.“Stop!” I said, raising my right hand to halt him.In the footage, we could see a man who appeared to be a room service wheeling her food to her room. He glanced aro







