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CHAPTER 9 - Breaking Point

Author: Lila Williams
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-05 01:59:58

I typed back with shaking fingers: "Trapped at Ashford estate. Guards everywhere. How bad is he?"

The response came immediately: "Bad. Lost a lot of blood. Needs you. Working on extraction. Sit tight."

Sit tight. Like I had a choice.

I paced the room, mind racing through possibilities. Windows? All facing a three-story drop. Door? Electronic locks I could not bypass. Scream? Who would help me in a house owned by my captors?

Another message: "Does Richard know about the baby?"

My stomach clenched. I hesitated, then typed: "Doctor just told him. Twenty minutes ago."

"Fuck. That changes things. He'll move you tonight. Be ready."

Ready for what? I wanted to scream. Instead, I forced myself to think strategically. What did I have? What could I use?

I searched the room systematically. My old clothes—useless. Books—potential weapons but ineffective against guns. Jewelry—wait.

The engagement ring. Still in the drawer where I had left it.

Three-carat diamond. Platinum setting. Hard enough to c
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