JESSICA'S POV ~"Don't you think she looks irresistible? I'd like to see how she tastes. Can I touch her just a little?" I heard one of my kidnappers ask, which turned my heart cold with dread.No! I could feel my body shaking as I lay on the cold tiles, the pain and fear gripping my soul as I pretended to sleep. It had been two hours since they had hit and tortured me at Emma's command. They had left me with a broken right foot and busied themselves playing chess.My stomach curled in disgust at the thought of these horrible men touching me. I tried to stay still, despite the whimper that nearly escaped my lips.The one who appeared to be their boss growled, "Just shut the fuck up! I've told you I need that money to flee this country. We're following her orders, and you asshole better not ruin my plan."The entire place fell silent the next second as we all heard the sound of footsteps and a buzzing noise. Many thoughts began to swirl in my head.Was it Keagan? Had he realized I was
(Jessica’s P.O.V)The next challenge was figuring out how to open this door without alerting the men.Desperately searching for something to pry the door open, I found the area to be meticulously clean, with nothing useful on the ground. The dust irritated my nostrils, causing me to sneeze. I attempted to stifle another sneeze when I saw the little boy approach the door and open it with ease.Ah!He gestured towards the open door, signaling for me to escape. I nodded in gratitude.My feet began pounding against the cement floor before my brain even gave the signal., Slowing a bit, I glanced back at the boy, to see if i could convince him with a pleading look. But to my surprise, he was following me. I grinned at him and gestured for him to quicken his steps. He did.Seeing as I was so close to the big gates possibly heading out of the hellhole, my grinned widened and tears of joy stung my eyes. Finally, I would go to Keagan and tell him everything that had happened.However, the smile
EMMA'S POV~Eight months had passed, and I still found myself struggling to reconnect with Keagan and his family. He often stayed away from home, and I couldn't help but panic, terrified that he might find another woman who was willing to bear his children.I felt my life unraveling out of my control, and many days, I feared I couldn't hold on any longer. In the months following Jessica's abduction, I had worked diligently to tarnish her reputation. I faked an attack, and Keagan, believing my lies, had taken me to the hospital. I told him that Jessica had found me and beaten me up with the help of some men, and that I had been lucky enough to dial his number before managing to escape.Since that day, I had watched Keagan call Jessica incessantly, oblivious to the fact that I was the one who had abducted her. I observed her suffering with glee, just as she deserved. After all, I should be the Luna – not her, a lowly omega!That night, I eavesdropped on Sofia and learned that Keagan had
JESSICA'S POV ~ "What do you mean they're twins?" I heard Emma ask. My eyes, which I'd squeezed shut in hopes of blocking out the blinding pain, instantly snapped open and widened. I blinked and blinked again, yet it was so real that my heart cinched tight in terror. I had been pregnant with two babies! Two babies! My lips quivered as I tried to speak, to beg Emma to let my babies live, but no words but a broken whimper left my throat. My eyes burned hotly as the realization of my situation dawned on me. I couldn't lift a single fucking finger. The world began spinning around me in a dizzying blur, and darkness threatened to consume me. I was so numb from the pain that my limbs weren't listening to the pleading from my brain. I needed to get up and fight. But my lips kept mouthing silent words, unheard and lost in the chaos around me. My spirit crumbled, and salty rivulets carved a path down my face as if my soul itself was weeping. 'Help me.' Anyone. Please. Help Me. Through my b
JESSICA'S POV ~An eerie silence seemed to spread through the air as if even the wind itself feared disturbing the dreadful stillness. The only sound audible was the steady ticking of a clock, each tick causing my ears to twitch. No matter how hard I tried to move my body, I felt as heavy as lead and struggled to awaken. My eyes refused to flutter open, so I resigned myself to lying on the bed, counting to ten before attempting again.A chill slowly ran down my spine when I started to hear voices, making me realize I wasn't alone. My breath slowed as I focused on the sounds around me.Someone was sobbing nearby. I couldn't immediately turn to see who it was because my body ached and was pretty much lifeless. But goddess, I was utterly curious about what was happening.I tightened my eyes and listened in again. It was a woman's voice, and she sounded utterly anguished."I'm dying, Patrick," she cried. "I can't do this anymore. How can I live without our daughter? We had so many plans
JESSICA'S POV ~"I. Said. I'm. Not. Sylvia!" I repeated through gritted teeth. The couple stared at me as if I were insane.Maybe I was indeed losing my mind! As I struggled to piece everything together, a vivid memory suddenly resurfaced.I gasped, recalling the babies that had been stolen from me. My hands flew to my middle and a scream ripped out of my lips. Pain. So much pain. It felt like the surgical blades were slicing through my underbelly once again.Shivering, I begged my brain to pull me out of the past. When the pain eased, I blinked my eyes back up.Where are they? Despite the pain shooting through my body, I leaped from the bed. The couple quickly surrounded me, their expressions shocked, preventing me from reaching the door."Oh my goodness! Child, have you lost your mind? Where are you going?" Lydia asked, reaching for my arm. I quickly pushed her hand away."Where are my babies?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hardly recognizing the shrill, loud, and cold voice a
Five years later.JESSICA'S POV ~Gazing through the tinted windows of the black SUV, I observed the passing scenery through the dark shades and a hoodie that concealed my features. FIVE good long years had gone by, since I discovered that I had transmigrated into the body of a young girl who had committed suicide.Her parents had briefed me on the cause of her death, explaining how her sex tapes had been leaked. Unable to bear the blow and criticism from the internet, she had ended her life. Sylvia had been a famous A-list model, known by everyone in the country. I still couldn't believe I was now in her body.I felt a mix of emotions—weird, uncomfortable, yet somehow at peace. Why? Because I was going to kill two birds with one stone. Sylvia came from a strong wealthy background, providing me with the resources I needed to seek my revenge.What more could I ask for?"Miss, should we park here or continue?" my driver asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to face him, then glance
KEAGAN'S POV~The board directors' incessant arguing and murmuring reverberated through the vast meeting hall, grating on my nerves. I eyed each of them coldly, desperately seeking a solution as the unproductive meeting dragged on.Three hours had passed, yet no conclusion was in sight, and my patience was wearing thin."Are you all nothing more than a bunch of idiots in suits, irritating every cell in my body by murmuring for hours without a single reasonable idea?!" I snapped, my voice echoing through the suddenly silent room.A hand cautiously rose amid the tense atmosphere, and my cold gaze swiftly landed on a man who had been typing away since the start of the meeting."Sir, I truly believe that for this new advertisement to launch successfully, we need the influence of a famous model to make it work," he suggested. The room filled with a murmur of agreement."Hmm," I hummed, stroking my beard as I swirled in my swivel chair, contemplating the idea.Throwing a glance at my wrist,