CARDY'S POV
In the dimly lit hotel room, tensions simmered between Elliot and me. As we stood face to face, I couldn't help but feel exasperated by his constant attempts to inflate his ego. "Stop making it seem like we had something serious going on in the bathroom," I snapped, trying to quell his delusions of seduction.
Defending myself vigorously, I hoped to puncture through his self-absorbed demeanor, although truth be told, I never cared for any of it. The night stretched on endlessly, and I found myself drowning in regret for even coming to this hotel. My mind should have been focused on rescuing my father from the clutches of those vile kidnappers.
"Are you just going to stand there like a robot?" Elliot's voice carried a hint of concern, but it felt more like the desperate plea of someone wanting something from me. I refused to succumb to his heartless nature and decided to stand my ground rather than share a bed with him.
"Why don't you mind your own business and leave me be?" I retorted, frustration dripping from my words. He chuckled dismissively, his arrogance only intensifying the irritation I felt.
"Mind my business? Perhaps I should have and let them embarrass you earlier," Elliot's attempt at raising his voice was swiftly silenced by me.
"Don't forget that we're in a hotel, not within the confines of your own home," I warned him, closing the gap between us with determined steps. The stale air between us crackled with tension, and I refused to let his heartless remarks go unanswered.
"Yes! You should have allowed them to embarrass me. But guess what? They were still going to call you because I am your fucking wife," I said to him and our eyes locked to each other.
"Bitch!"
In that moment, I felt an unexpected surge of empowerment. The weariness of the long night seemed to fade away as I confronted Elliot head-on, refusing to be belittled or controlled by his selfish desires.
Little did I know that this confrontation would mark the beginning of a fascinating and unexpected twist in our lives. As the night progressed, we found ourselves engaged in a verbal tug-of-war, each determined to assert our own principles and values.
In the midst of our clash, I began to unravel the complex layers of Elliot's personality. Behind the facade of arrogance, I discovered glimpses of vulnerability and insecurity.
As he turned his back against me and I sat on the floor trying to process my next step the next morning but nothing was coming to my mind either than going to ask the police if they found any trace yet.
In the eerie stillness of the midnight hour, the clock struck twelve, and my mind couldn't help but wrestle with a perplexing question: was it the time that had gone awry, or was the entire world pulsating with an unsettling rhythm? Fidgeting with Elliot's phone, I pondered my current predicament.
Regret gnawed at me, as I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have been cozily asleep in the comfort of my own home, instead of subjecting myself to this unsettling experience.
As exhaustion weighed down on me, my eyelids drooped, but a fierce determination kept them from closing shut. However, the irresistible power of slumber began to seize control, luring me into its tranquil embrace. Just as I was about to surrender to the realm of dreams, Elliot's voice pierced through the fog of sleep.
"We can't share the same bed, but the turmoil you're experiencing right now, you brought it upon yourself," he declared, shattering the drowsy haze that threatened to engulf me completely. Suddenly, my eyes flew open wide.
His words were far from gentle; they bore the coldness of a harsh truth. Elliot had never been one to extend kindness or care to anyone, least of all to me. I couldn't afford to appear vulnerable in front of him, for fear that he would exploit any sign of weakness to his advantage.
Summoning whatever strength remained within me, I mustered a faint response, "I never asked for your pity. Just focus on your own sleep." His indifference had become painfully familiar.
Internally, I blamed not him, but my own father for my current plight. It was his actions that had led me to this cold, hard floor, grappling with sleepless torment.
The world outside remained silent, and I found solace in the darkness that enveloped me. The weight of my own choices, mixed with the burden of my father's past deeds, threatened to drown me in regret. But as the night wore on, a newfound resolve began to simmer within.
While the world lay dormant, I resolved to rise above my circumstances. I refused to be defined by the trials that had befallen me, determined to carve a path of my own making. No longer would I let the actions of others dictate my fate; I would chart my own course, guided by the lessons learned from the cold, unforgiving night.
As the first rays of dawn stretched across the horizon, I emerged from that long, restless night with a sense of clarity. The world might be on a pulse, and time might not always be kind, but within me lay the strength to face whatever challenges came my way. And so, as the morning light bathed the world in warmth, I stepped forward into a new day, ready to embrace the future with newfound resilience and unwavering determination.
"Are you already dressed to leave?" Elliot asked me but I didn't reply to him because it was too early to start talking about things that didn't matter.
I stepped out of the hotel and drove straight to the police station to find out what they had found.
As I got there, they told me that their team was still searching and gathering information.
That didn't move me at all because it seemed like they couldn't do the job and my dad might be dead wherever they took him to because the kidnappers hadn't called to request for any money.
"I don't even have hope for you people anymore," I said to the police and they tried to calm me down but I never listened.
I picked up my phone from the table immediately and left the station.
ELLIOT'S POVMy shoes echoed as I slowly stepped into the meeting hall. Everywhere was dark and there was no sign of any living thing but I stood firm because I already know it's normal in the HUDSON GROUP meeting hall. No one seats except the president Elrod. The first light came up and pointed in my direction, fear gripped me but I had to stay calm and watch what wanted to unfold. They never cared about anyone, all the HUDSON GROUP cared for is their mission completed but I guess I have failed them this time but it wasn't my fault. But did I really fail them? What do they want from a middle class businessman when they are the elites of the city? Since the heart is a very secretive place, I couldn't open their minds to see what they all had in mind, so I left the thought and focused on the unfolding moment right in front of me. For what seemed like eternity, no one said anything, everywhere remained quiet like a dead ground. My leg somehow started shaking so I started turning roun
CARDY'S POVSince he had returned, that was when I started feeling hungry, and I decided to order food, at the same time thinking of ordering for him, or maybe he had eaten outside. I went to the sitting room to inform him and hear from him. My legs ache because I have been standing all day, bad thoughts filled my head, but it wasn't my fault because the situation at hand made me act that way. As I got to the sitting room, the aroma of food radiated, and I guessed it was from the kitchen. I glanced at Elliot's phone that was ringing but didn't I couldn't take his calls or even let him. As the call ended, I glanced at the screen again, expecting to see something that would justify my doubt that Elliot knew my father's whereabouts. But I saw a different thing, he was researching women. And the question said, "how to take care of women and make them love you." Smile escaped my lips as I held the phone in my hand and couldn't drop it. Is he developing feelings for me? I quickly dropp
ELLIOT'S POVLook at her amazing body. Does she really deserve this? I could feel her heartbeat. I knew she wanted me and I wanted her too because my dick was standing and needed to satisfy my urge at this moment but I couldn't do it. I stood at a spot for a few seconds and looked at her lovely angelic face. Her lips were so cute that no man would refuse to have a taste of it. As my body was touching her, I wanted to use that opportunity and grab her from the back but I couldn't. I guess she will be waiting for me to step on her and satisfy her because I know when a woman wants a man and how she reacts was a typical example of that. My plan wasn't to have any intimacy with her. The night she came to the hospital I wanted to make a call for my girls but she interrupted and still tempted me to do something. I slowly turned to leave and she didn't say anything. I understood the quietness but I couldn't do it. As I closed the door behind me, I stood and started refreshing my head to s
CARDY'S POV"Omg! I'm in trouble, I'm in a big mess, wtf!" I exclaimed as I paced round my room. I am really tired and don't know what to do.Now Elliot is demanding that my father's lawyer should sign all my father's documents and hand them over to me. What could be his plans? Who should I call? Absolutely nobody. I couldn't stand it, I picked up my phone to call our nanny at home but her number was not reachable. "What could have happened to her?" Maybe the kidnapper went after me and didn't see me then kidnapped her. "Omg! If I should run from here and return back to my father's house, I might be putting myself in a big mess but I must leave this house tonight." I said, my tears mixed with the sweat on my body.I started picking some of my clothes and arranging them in my box. Since I had enough money in my savings account and my normal account, I would use that to start life.As I contemplated where to go, something came to my mind; "what if I leave and Elliot goes after the law
CARDY'S POV "Do you want to kill me?" I tried to cough but couldn't because of how tight his hands were on my neck. I tried to pull myself out but couldn't. Did he take any hard drugs? Fear gripped me because I couldn't see myself making it alive from his hand. Could he just say what he wants? After some moment that I felt I was already in the spirit world, he loosened me and warned, "This is just like a preamble to what will happen to you if you fail to take those documents from your father's lawyer." He paused and turned, moved from the place we both stood to the kitchen door, and continued. "And you should know that trying to play me would only get you into more trouble, so play smartly. Hahahaha." I coughed profusely while that son of a bastard laughed at me like a piece of jokes. "What did I ever do to you, bastard?" I shouted on top of my voice but he didn't reply to me and went into the kitchen. I went down on my knees. Elliot came out from the kitchen with a glass of wat
ELLIOT'S POVGetting to the HUDSON GROUP again, another day for half dead, half alive. Because, I always tell myself that it could be the last time I see the blue sky.They might just get upset and end my life, but at the same time, I believed I was still important to them, very, very important, and I will use the damn opportunity to the fullest. The guards mounted in every corner of the building. Up and down, left and right. I don't think anyone can attack them unless the building is destroyed by a bomb. I walked majestically into the first door, and I was searched by the searching machine. A building filled with so many days, so many securities. Both human and machine, automatic and manual. Before one can get to the main hall, you would have gone through 17 giant doors with securities. Each step I took echoed in the place because most of the rooms were empty and few with the substance they said they were selling. I never knew what it was, and they never showed me what it was, so
ELLIOT'S POVI got home tired and in sharp pain. I managed to step down from my car, slowly with all the remaining strength in me, I went inside. "Cardy! Cardy!" I shouted, but no response. I know she might be angry at me and won't respond, but I am in a critical condition that needs care. I fell onto the couch, grumbling in pain and expecting Cardy to come out and hear my complaint, but I didn't see any sign of her. Struggling and dying in pain, I couldn't wait for her any more. Struggled to the kitchen and took a glass of water, as I was about to pour the water, a question crossed my mind; "What if Cardy did not come back home?" The glass fell off my hand and shattered on the floor. I managed to get to her room and found that no one was there. The room looks scattered, unlike her, she doesn't like anything dirt or keeping things abnormally. "OMG I'm doomed!" I shouted as I opened her wardrobe and found nothing inside. The pain in my body went away immediately. It felt like som
CARDY'S POVI was anxious as I hid behind the flowers, sweating in the cold weather. "OMG, OMG!" I whispered to myself as I saw them arguing amongst them. That was my first time to see Elliot so vulnerable and loyal to someone. I wondered what he got himself into. "Coward!" One of the men pushed Elliot, and he tried to regain control but fell on the floor. "Haha, haha, weak vessel." They mockingly laughed at him. I watched them argue, Elliot got into his car and didn't allow them to go with him. I became more afraid because there were no cabs within the hotel at that time. Stocked and didn't know what to do. I prayed that they see the cab so that my mind can be at rest and I will move away. My only luck was they didn't track my phone at that spot because I knew it was only through tracking that they were able to get my location. My hand trembled, sweat slowly dropping into my eyes as I tried to open my phone so that I would destroy the SIM. I tried to encourage myself to stay stro