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The Price Of Her Mercy Meeting the Masked Man
JACKSONWe’re there waiting for the second email to be sent. It’s 2: 45 am already. The second mail comes at exactly 3:00 am, it’s another video message from a man wearing a mask. I watch it three times, my blood running colder with each viewing.The masked man's distorted voice fills my ears. "Mr. Meliś. Come alone to the coordinates we're sending you. 6:00 am. No exceptions. If you want your real daughter back alive, you'll be there alone. Make sure you come alone, or she dies."The screen goes black and another message pops up. GPS coordinates. An address on the outskirts of the city, some industrial area I've never heard of.I glance at Mira. She's finally fallen asleep on the sofa, exhausted from crying, from the stress, from everything.I don't tell Mira about the message. I can't. She's already been through too much tonight, and with the baby, I can't risk her insisting on coming with me or having another panic attack. This is something I have to handle alone.I spend the rest
The Price Of Her Mercy Where to from here?
JACKSONThe memory hits me like a freight train, so vivid I can almost smell the hospital antiseptic. Nora was eight years old, curled up in Mira's arms in that sterile white room, her small body trembling."They took my blood," she'd said, her voice barely a whisper. "The bad people. They stuck needles in my arm and took so much blood. It hurt."We'd assumed she was traumatized, confused. The police had found her forty-eight hours after the kidnapping, abandoned in a parking lot, physically unharmed except for the needle marks in her arm. The doctors ran every test imaginable but found nothing wrong. No drugs, no infections, nothing.Just the blood draw.I look at Mira and I can see it in her eyes, she's remembering too. Her face has gone ashen."The kidnapping," she breathes. "When she was eight. They took her blood.""That's what they used," I say, the pieces falling into place with sickening clarity. "They've had her DNA for eleven years. They've been planning this for eleven fuc
The Price Of Her Mercy The Fake Daughter
MIRAI'm still gasping for air, my chest heaving like I've just run a marathon, when I hear Nora's footsteps thundering down the stairs."Dad!" she screams, her voice raw with panic. "Dad, something's wrong with Mom! She can't breathe!"The blanket she wrapped around herself trails behind her like a cape, and through my blurring vision I watch her stumble into the living room where Jackson was making his calls."What the hell?" Jackson's voice booms from downstairs. "Nora, why are you..""She's having a panic attack or something! Please, Dad, she needs help!"Heavy footsteps pound up the stairs, two at a time. Jackson bursts into Nora's room, his eyes wild, and takes in the scene. Me on the floor, struggling to breathe. Tony standing there half-dressed, his shirt clutched in his hands. The rumpled bed that tells the whole sordid story.Jackson's face goes from concerned to absolutely murderous in the span of a heartbeat."You fucking piece of shit," he snarls at Tony, but he moves to
The Price Of Her Mercy Unplanned Discovery
MIRAThe iron gates of our estate swing open and the headlights sweep across the circular driveway, illuminating the fountain at its center. I'm already exhausted, my body heavy with worry and the weight of early pregnancy, when Jackson suddenly hits the brakes."What the hell," he mutters.I look up and my breath catches. Parked right in front of the main entrance, gleaming white under the porch lights, is Nora's Mercedes. The vanity plate NORA1 stares back at me like a taunt."She's home," I breathe, and I don't know if what I'm feeling is relief or rage or some twisted combination of both. "Jackson, she's home."He's already out of the car before I can unbuckle my seatbelt, striding toward Nora's vehicle with long, angry steps. I follow more slowly, my heels clicking against the cobblestones, my heart pounding in my chest.Jackson places his palm flat against the hood of the Mercedes. He holds it there for a moment, then pulls back and turns to me."It's warm," he says, and his vo
The Price Of Her Mercy The Disruption
MIRAThe whispers are starting to irritate me, it’s spreading through the ballroom like poison. I can hear them even though people try to keep their voices low, even though they turn away when I look in their direction."This is ridiculous. One spoiled rich girl goes missing and they shut down the whole event?""I worked my ass off for this scholarship award and now they're canceling the ceremony because some billionaire's brat ran off with her boyfriend?""Typical. The world stops spinning when something happens to them, but the rest of us are supposed to just deal with our problems quietly."Each word is a knife, sharp and cruel, and I want to scream at them that this isn't about money or status or inconvenience. This is about my daughter, my baby, who might be in danger. But I can't speak, can't move, can't do anything except stand here while Detective Morrison asks me questions that feel impossible to answer."When did you first notice changes in your daughter's behavior?" Morris
The Price Of Her Mercy The Disappearance
MIRALily's words echo in my head like a death sentence, but I can't focus on them right now because something else is nagging at me, pulling my attention away from SEC investigations and financial crimes. "Mira?" Lily's hand touches my arm. "Are you okay? You look pale.""Yes, I just need to use the restroom quickly. If you’d excuse me."My heart starts pounding, hard and fast, knowing what I'm going to find. Or rather, what I'm not going to find.I push through the crowd, ignoring the people who try to stop me, who want photos or conversations or pieces of me that I don't have to give right now. The ballroom exits lead to a grand foyer, marble floors reflecting the chandelier light, and I rush to the coat check.I'm running now, my heels clicking against the marble, out the front doors and into the cool night air. The valet area is packed with expensive cars, drivers waiting patiently for their wealthy passengers. I search for Nora's white Mercedes, the one Jackson bought her for
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