LOGIN“Our pathetic engagement is done, so don’t ever show your miserable face around me again. I’ve been disgusted by it for years! You are dying soon anyways, your disease has no cure! RIP in advance.” Francis, my fiancée spat cruelly, each word like a wound to my already broken heart. Not bothering to know how deep his words were hurting me. And didn’t care I was already drowning in pain.
View MoreZane’s POVI sat in the precinct. The tech guy had just delivered the gut-punch news. the CCTV footage from the street where Christine vanished was wiped clean. Unrecoverable. My chest tightened, a vise squeezing my lungs. I couldn’t lose her. Not now, not when I’d finally let myself believe we could have something real. My jaw clenched as I stared at the blank monitor, willing it to give me something, anything to bring her back.I didn’t want to give up on her. I couldn’t. But the truth gnawed at me. I didn’t know what to do next. Every lead had dried up, every contact I’d leaned on had come up empty. My wealth, my connections, my name, none of it meant a damn thing if I couldn’t find her. My fingers curled into fists. I was supposed to protect her, and I’d failed.The precinct door creaked open, snapping my head up. A lady stepped inside but her face was shrouded by a dark scarf wrapped tightly around their head. She headed to Officer Daniels at the front desk. She leaned in, her vo
Christine’s POVI’m tied to a rickety wooden chair in the middle of a small, run-down house. The ropes bite into my wrists, chafing my skin with every futile twist I make. My heart hammers in my chest, but I force my face to stay composed, my lips pressed into a tight line as I curse under my breath. “Damn it!”I can’t believe I’m here again, kidnapped, betrayed, and by my own family, no less. My grandfather stands before me, his wiry look hunched slightly, his tailored suit out of place in this dilapidated shack. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into mine, and I meet his gaze without flinching, even as my stomach churns with fear.“You’re a fool, Christine,” he spits, his voice low and venomous. “You think you can ruin everything I’ve built? My legacy? My company?” He paces a slow circle around me. “It hurts me to see I gave you everything, money, status, a name. And this is how you repay me? By digging into things that don’t concern you?”I laugh, a sharp, psychopath sound that
Zane’s POVThe wail of sirens cuts through the evening air as two police cruisers pull into the underground parking lot of Harrington Enterprises, their red and blue lights all around the places as I still stand beside Christine’s silver Mercedes. My hands are shoved deep into the pockets of my tailored slacks, my jaw tight. I’ve been pacing for what feels like hours, though it’s only been twenty minutes since I called 911. Every second drags, each one a reminder that Christine is out there, somewhere, and I’m stuck here, useless.The officers step out of their cars. The first, a stocky man with a buzz cut and a badge that reads “Officer Delgado,” approaches me, his expression all business. His partner, a younger woman with a notepad in hand, follows close behind. I don’t wait for them to ask questions. The words spill out of me, and urgent, as I recount everything on Christine’s call, her plan to confront Ashley, the empty condo.“I tried to get the CCTV footage from the lobby,” I sa
Zane’s POVThe tires of my Bentley screech as I pull into the parking lot of Ashley’s high-rise condo on Riverside Drive, the sleek black exterior of my car catching the late afternoon sun. My pulse is a steady thrum, a mix of frustration and unease, as I step out. I stride toward the glass entrance of the building, my jaw tight, my mind replaying Christine’s voice from our last call. She was coming here to confront Ashley, to demand answers about the money siphoned from her tech company. But now, as I push through the doors, a sinking feeling gnaws at me. The lobby is all marble and mirrors, the kind of ostentatious wealth that screams new money. I bypass the concierge, a man in a too-tight suit who’s busy typing on his computer, and head straight for the elevator. Ashley’s condo is on the fifteenth floor, unit 1504. I memorized it from the HR file Christine mentioned. The elevator hums as it ascends, the mirrored walls reflecting my tense expression, dark brows furrowed, eyes narr












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