MasukChapter 278Cynthia's POVTwo weeks, fourteen days, three hundred and thirty-six hours.I'd counted every single one.And still, there was no sign of Ethan.The police were useless.Completely, utterly useless.Every day, Detective Susan would call with the same non-update."We're still searching, Ms. Cynclair.""We've expanded our efforts.""We're following every lead."But they had nothing.No sightings of Grace or Pascal, no trace of Anna.No evidence of where they'd taken Ethan.Nothing.Just empty promises and hollow reassurances that did absolutely nothing to bring him back.I was losing my mind.I knew I was.Everyone around me could see it.The way I'd stopped sleeping properly, surviving on maybe two or three hours a night before nightmares jolted me awake.The way I'd stopped eating regularly, forcing down a few bites only when someone literally sat beside me and insisted.The way I'd started pacing the mansion at all hours, unable to sit still, unable to rest, unable to do
Chapter 277Cynthia's POVNew Year's Eve came and went.Fireworks lit up the Missford skyline at midnight—bright bursts of color against the dark winter sky, celebrating a fresh start, new beginnings, hope for the year ahead.But I felt none of it.I stood at the window of my bedroom, watching the celebrations from a distance, feeling completely disconnected from the joy everyone else seemed to feel.Somewhere out there, Ethan was dying.And I was here, safe and warm, while he suffered.The guilt was crushing.…The next morning — New Year's Day — brought no news.No updates from the police.No sightings of Grace or Pascal.No sign of Ethan.Nothing.Just silence.And that silence was worse than any bad news could have been.Because at least bad news would have been something.At least I would have known.Detective Susan called in the afternoon, her voice carefully neutral."We're still searching, Ms. Cynclair," she said. "We've expanded the radius. We're checking abandoned buildings,
Chapter 276Cynthia's POVHow could I possibly explain to my eleven-year-old son that I had no idea where his father was?That the last time I'd seen Ethan, he'd been beaten, barely able to stand?That I'd left him in a warehouse with people who wanted him dead?I couldn't.So I did what any mother would do when faced with an impossible situation.I lied.I pulled Amber close, holding him against my chest, feeling his small body trembling with fear and confusion."Daddy's going to be home soon," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the lies. "He just... he had to take care of some things. But he'll be back. I promise."Amber pulled back slightly, his tear-stained face looking up at me with those intelligent, skeptical eyes that were so much like mine."Where is he now?" he asked."At the Walker mansion," I said quickly. "Taking care of some business things. You know how your daddy gets with work.""Can we go see him?" Amber asked."Soon," I said, smoothing his hair back. "But
Chapter 275Cynthia's POVAbout twenty minutes passed.Twenty agonizing, endless minutes.The tactical team surrounded the warehouse, weapons raised, calling out commands, demanding surrender.But there was no response, no movement inside, no sound.Nothing.Detective Susan's voice came over the radio again, sharp and decisive."We're going in. All units, breach on my mark."I watched, my hands pressed against the car window, my breath fogging the glass, as the officers moved in synchronized formation toward the warehouse entrance."Three... two... one... breach."The door burst open.Officers flooded inside, their flashlights cutting through the darkness, their voices echoing through the vast space."Clear!""Clear!""No movement!""Building is empty!"The words hit me like a physical blow.Empty."No," I whispered.Nathaniel's hand gripped my shoulder tightly."Stay here," he said firmly.But I was already moving out of the car.Already running toward the warehouse."Cynthia, wait…"
Chapter 274Cynthia's POVI found Miguel and Carmen standing near one of the police cars, looking small and overwhelmed by everything happening around them.They'd just given their statements, and an officer was explaining what would happen next — follow-up interviews, possible court testimony if it came to that.I approached them, my chest tight with gratitude."Miguel. Carmen," I said quietly.They turned, and Carmen's face immediately softened."Cynthia," she said warmly. "¿Estás bien?"Are you okay?"Yes," I said. "Thanks to you. Both of you. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't helped me."Miguel shifted uncomfortably, clearly still processing everything that had happened."I'm sorry," he said gruffly. "For not believing you at first. For thinking you were…""It's okay," I interrupted gently. "You didn't know me. And I know how it must have looked."I took a breath."But I want to keep my promise," I continued. "About the car. I told you I'd give you one, and I meant it."Miguel open
Chapter 273Cynthia's POVThe police arrived within minutes — two patrol cars with sirens blaring, officers jumping out before the vehicles had even fully stopped.They approached cautiously, their expressions a mixture of relief and professional concern."Cynthia Cynclair?" one of them asked, though it was clear from the crowd still filming and shouting that they already knew who I was."Yes," I said, my voice hoarse. "That's me.""We need to get you to the station," the officer said gently. "For your statement. And to get you checked out medically.""I don't need medical attention," I said immediately. "I need to report a kidnapping. Ethan Walker — my husband — he's still being held. By Grace Walker and her son Pascal. They're in a warehouse about four hours outside the city, near…""Ma'am," the officer interrupted, holding up a hand. "We'll get all of that at the station. Right now, let's get you somewhere safe."I nodded, my hands still shaking.Miguel and Carmen stood nearby, loo
Chapter 37Cynthia's POVOne week laterThe roar of engines at Missford Grand Prix was deafening, even from inside the VIP lounge. The grandstands were packed with thousands of fans, their excitement crackling through the air like electricity. Flags waved, airhorns blared, and the energy was almost
Chapter 39Cynthia's POVOn our way back home, Kevin was still riding high on his win, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the music, occasionally breaking into spontaneous whoops of joy that made Julian roll his eyes from the passenger seat.I sat in the back, staring out
Chapter 43**Kevin's POV**Missford had been amazing to me.Sun, ocean, beautiful women who didn't ask complicated questions about my family or my feelings. I'd come to Missford to support Cici during her return to university and coincidently had the hometown racing competition, but honestly? It ha
Chapter 33Cynthia's POV"May I cut in?" Ethan asked, his voice deceptively calm.Nikolai's hand remained steady at my waist, waiting for my answer, but before I could even open my mouth, to refuse or accept or do anything at all, Ethan’s hand slid to my waist, replacing Nikolai's with a possessive







