로그인VANESSA'S POVI still couldn't believe Nicholas came for me.I threw myself at him, my arms wrapping around his neck, my face pressing against his chest as sobs tore from my throat."You came for me," I gasped between sobs. "You actually came for me."Nicholas's arms came around me immediately, holding me tight, one hand cradling the back of my head."Of course I came for you," he said, his voice rough. "Did you think I wouldn't?""I thought—I thought you'd moved on," I sobbed. "I thought because we're not really—because it's just a contract—""Vanessa," Nicholas interrupted, and his arms tightened around me. "I would never do that to you."I pulled back slightly to look at him, tears streaming down my face. "How did you find me? I thought—these people are professionals, they said no one would find me—""The FBI has been tracking this trafficking ring for months," Nicholas explained, one hand moving to cup my face and wipe away my tears with his thumb. "When you were taken, I went dir
VANESSA'S POV"Number six!"The woman in front of me—brunette, maybe thirty, wearing a silver dress even shorter than mine—was pushed toward the stage.I could hear her heels clicking on the floor as she was led through the curtain.And then the auctioneer's voice boomed through the speakers."Gentlemen, our next item is a lovely brunette. Thirty-two years old, former marketing executive. She's been trained and is ready to serve."Item.He'd called her an item.Like she was furniture.I heard murmurs from the crowd, voices discussing her like she wasn't a human being standing right in front of them."Let's start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars," the auctioneer announced.Silence."Come now, gentlemen. Fifty thousand for this beautiful woman?"More silence.My stomach twisted. No one wanted her."Forty thousand?" the auctioneer tried, his voice losing some of its enthusiasm.Nothing."She's a hard worker, gentlemen. Well-trained. Eager to please."Still nothing.I could hear the
VANESSA'S POVThe entire next day passed in a blur of terror and darkness.I was left chained to the bed with nothing but my fear and the throbbing pain in my head. They brought me water once, a piece of bread that I couldn't eat because my stomach was too twisted with anxiety.No one came to rescue me.No sound of police sirens or FBI agents breaking down doors. I could just hear silence and the sound of men talking in other rooms, their voices too low for me to make out the words.As the day wore on and darkness fell again, I realized with crushing certainty that no one was coming to save me. Nicholas had probably accepted that I was gone. Sebastian was focused on protecting his own family. And the authorities had no idea where to find me.I was alone.Completely and utterly alone.When the door finally opened that evening, both men came in along with a woman I'd never seen before—middle-aged, hard-faced, carrying a garment bag and a makeup case."Time to get ready," the first man s
VANESSA'S POVI woke up to the sound of voices and the throbbing pain in my head.My vision was blurry, my skull pounding where they'd hit me. I tried to move my hands and felt the cold bite of metal against my wrists.Chains.I was chained to a bed.Panic flooded through me, and I jerked upright, my eyes flying open to take in my surroundings.I was in a bedroom—small, dingy, with peeling wallpaper and a single barred window that showed only darkness outside. The bed I was on was old and sagging, the mattress stained and smelling of mildew.And my wrists were shackled to the metal bed frame with thick chains, giving me maybe two feet of movement."She's awake."I whipped my head toward the door and saw him—one of the kidnappers from the park.But he wasn't wearing a mask anymore.I could see his face. Mid-thirties, unshaven, cold eyes that looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl."Well, well," he said, stepping into the room. "Sleeping beauty finally wakes up."Another man ap
SEBASTIAN'S POVNicholas stared at me, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with anger and something darker—devastation."Where's Vanessa?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.I opened my mouth, but the words stuck in my throat."You know," Nicholas said, taking a step forward. "Don't you? You know where she is.""Nicholas—""I saw the news," Nicholas interrupted, his voice rising. "I landed two hours ago and turned on my phone and it was everywhere. 'Vanessa Lancaster kidnapped after ransom drop.' It was on CNN, Fox, and every major outlet so don't even think of lying to me. I saw Vanessa's face plastered across every screen in the airport, Sebastian."So he knew.Of course he knew. A kidnapping involving one hundred million dollars and the wife of a billionaire CEO candidate would be international news."I called her twenty times," Nicholas continued, his voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "There was no answer. I drove straight here from the airport because I knew—I fuc
SEBASTIAN'S POVI heard the screaming before I saw them."HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"I'd been watching from the ridge. I'd followed Vanessa even though the kidnappers had said she needed to come alone. I'd told myself I was being smart, being cautious, and that I could intervene if things went wrong.But things had gone wrong in a way I never anticipated.I'd watched through the binoculars as the children were released. I'd seen Vanessa embrace them, and seen the relief on her face.And then I'd seen one of the kidnappers answer his phone.I'd seen him look around, scanning the area.And I'd known in that moment that they'd spotted me watching them. I'd seen them grab Vanessa, seen her struggle and fail.And by the time I'd scrambled down the hillside, fighting through trees, rocks and brush, they were gone.The van was gone.Vanessa was gone.They'd kidnapped her.But the children—"HELP!"I burst onto the trail and saw them. Elijah and Maya, both crying, both terrified, and standing alon







