Se connecterThe ambulance siren was still loud outside the warehouse when another officer came running toward us.I was still standing beside the wounded guard, staring at him as the paramedics prepared to carry him away. “Ma’am!” The officer called.I turned. “What happened?”“We found the children.”For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “What did you say?”“The children. Lila and Elias. They’ve been found.”I didn’t wait for anything else. I ran.“Serena!” Adrian called behind me.I barely heard him. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel it in my throat. I pushed past two officers and followed the man through a narrow hallway.Then I saw them.Lila and Elias were sitting together on the floor of a small room. They looked tired and frightened. Lila had tears on her cheeks, and Elias was holding tightly onto the side of her dress.I stopped at the doorway. For one moment, they looked unreal. I had imagined this moment so many times since they were taken. In every version, I had reached
The warehouse exploded into chaos.The sound of boots came from outside, followed by shouting.“Police! Drop your weapons!”I turned toward the entrance. Alex’s men immediately reached for their guns. My heart slammed against my chest. For one second, I thought I was finally safe. Then Alex grabbed me. His arm locked around my neck and pulled me against him. I struggled, but he was stronger. A cold piece of metal touched the side of my head. A gun.“Stay back!” Alex shouted.The police stopped. Adrian was among them. The moment our eyes met, everything inside me went still.“Serena.”His voice was low, almost broken. I wanted to run to him. But Alex tightened his arm around me. “Don’t move,” he warned.Adrian took one step forward. Alex pushed the gun harder against my head. “I said don’t move!”Adrian stopped. His face changed. I had never seen him look so frightened.“Alex,” he said carefully, “let her go.”Alex laughed. “You still think you can give me orders?”“No. I’m asking you.
Outside the warehouse Adrian stood behind the police line, staring at the building. Officers moved quietly around the building, checking every possible entrance. One officer approached him. “Sir, we have enough men to breach the building.” Adrian immediately shook his head. “No.” The officer frowned. “Why not?” “Because Serena and my children are still inside.” “We can get them out.” “Not if you rush in.” Adrian looked toward the dark windows. “If Alex notices we’re here. He would make it difficult for them. He still has Serena and my children inside, and we don’t know what he’s planning.” The officer lowered his voice. “We can’t wait forever.” “I know.” Adrian’s hands curled into fists. Every part of him wanted to run inside. He wanted to find Serena, grab Lila and Elias, and bring them out himself. But one wrong move could make Alex panic. And if Alex panicked, Serena and the children could pay the price. The police commander walked over. “Adrian is right. We move care
I stared at the man standing in the darkness, trying to understand why his face looked so familiar. The years had changed him. His hair was thinner, his face harder, and there were deep lines around his eyes that had not been there before. Then it hit me. My heart stopped. “You…” His eyes met mine. He was one of the Laurent mansion guards. I remembered him. Years ago, when I had been desperate to escape the mansion, he had been the one who opened the gate for me. That night was still clear in my mind. I was scared my plan to leave the mansion that evening would fail because there were guards at every corner and Emma was waiting for me just outside the gates. He was on guard duty at the gate back then. I came to him and begged him to let me step out and that I would be back. He stopped me, telling me the Laurent’s have given out orders not to allow me to leave the mansion. I had to sound reasonable to him and offer him some money. He told me he wasn't supposed to do this
Emma held the note in both hands as it says, “I stepped out for a bit.” She read it again, then looked toward Serena’s empty bed. “This doesn’t sound like her.” Nathan took the note. He read it twice. “When did she leave?” Emma shook her head. “I don’t know. I thought she was asleep.” Clara came closer. “Did you hear the door?” “No.” Nathan looked at both women. “Then maybe she didn’t leave through the front door.” He turned toward the stairs. “Security.” A few minutes later, the head security guard hurried inside. “Sir?” “Check the cameras,” Nathan said. “I want to know when Serena left and who she was with.” The guard nodded and brought up the footage. They watched in silence. The screen showed Serena stepping outside in dark clothes. A small bag hung from her shoulder. She looked around before walking through the gate. A black vehicle was waiting right outside the gate. Serena opened the passenger door and got inside. Nathan’s face tightened. “Who was she with?” The
Adrian’s hands tightened around the steering wheel as Serena’s vehicle disappeared farther into the darkness. He reached for his phone and called the police. “Hello?” “This is Adrian Laurent. I was at the station earlier today with Serena regarding the kidnapping of her kids. Currently I’m following her. She left her house about twenty minutes ago without telling anyone.” The officer’s voice became serious. “Where are you?” Adrian gave him the location. “Do not approach her. Keep your distance.” “I know.” “Where is she heading?” “Toward the old industrial district.” There was a short silence. “Stay on the line. We’re sending a unit.” Adrian looked through the windshield. Serena’s car was still ahead of him. “I’m sharing my location now.” “Good. Keep doing that.” He ended the call and sent his live location. His heart was beating hard. He knew Serena was desperate. Her children were missing. Every minute without them must have felt unbearable. If someone had told him hi
I avoided everyone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard.Nobody came looking for me anyway.The mansion was too large, too cold, filled with people who work as maids. Every hallway felt unfamiliar. Every room reminded me that this wasn’t my home.I spent most of the afternoon sitting near the wi
I stayed slumped against the wall for a long time, his release still sliding down my thighs. The house was quiet now. Too quiet. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I wandered the halls, trying to find water, when I heard voices from the guest wing, low, intimate. I froze outside the slightly aj
Where is Lia?” He asked again. His voice cut through the room like something sharp. I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know where to start.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, running a hand through his hair. The calm from last night was gone. What stood in
He smiled. Soft. Warm. Almost boyish. “There you are,” he murmured. My heart dropped. Because even now… He still thought I was Lia. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but ther







