CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWENTY-THREE: THE LAST CHASE

Alexander’s POV

The tires screeched as I sped off into the night, the headlights cutting through the darkness. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind consumed with thoughts of Catherine. I couldn’t lose her—not now, not ever.

I sped through the dark streets, the headlights casting long shadows on the road ahead. My mind was a blur of panic and fear, every possible terrible scenario running through my head. Who could have taken Catherine? I had only one person in mind—Simon? But Why? What did he hope to gain? And, most importantly, was she safe?

"Oh lord please," I cried in fear, my voice tight with anxiety. The city lights whipped past me as we chased the Bentley that had my Catherine. I could still see its taillights in the distance, a small red beacon that was growing fainter by the second.

I grabbed my phone and quickly dialed Catherine’s number, praying she would pick up. The ringing seemed to go on forever, each second a lifetime. Finally, the call connected, but there was