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Chapter 39: Warren
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 40: Oh, My Princess
Lorenzo's P.O.VMy hands immediately felt heavy when I got the call that I dreaded the most.I knew from the second I started to like her that there was a possibility that could be in danger, just for my affection.I knew that there were so many people that wanted to harm me but could not get to me and would definitely try through her.I knew it, and that's one of the reasons I tried to stay away but it still happened.I could not remember the last time I felt fear such as this. It was overwhelming and for a minute I wanted to crash out but if I do, what would my baby do?Immediately composing myself, I pick up the phone that had its glass now shattered from the force with which it dropped.“Find them. Use whatever means you can.” I spoke into the phone seeing that the call was still on. My voice was low and defeated, somehow having no strength to even disclose his exactly I felt.Seeing all the emotions I was expressing, Daniel stood up abruptly walking up to me with an expression th
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An unsettling feeling pooled at the pit of my stomach as I open my eyes, just to see nothing. It was pitch black and it took me a while of uncomfortable moving around to realize that I was blindfolded and gagged.My heart thundered in my chest as I anticipated what was going to happen next. Well, there was no need anticipating as I knew it was definitely torture awaiting me as soon as they knew I was awake.Slowly, I try to get back into the position I was laying in when the door cracked open and I immediately pretend like I was not awake.Unfortunately the pretense was not useful as immediately the person entered, I was drowned in cold heaps of water.My whole body stilled as if frozen due to the fact that my body didn't know how to react to the overwhelming sensation I felt in this moment.It felt like I was thrown into a sea with my hands, mouth and legs bound, and for a second I felt death.This was not the first time I had gone through being kidnapped or locked up but this time
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-16The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 42: Control
“What is it?” Daniel asks in a haste, seeing my expression, and walked back in as he just stepped out. I could not even utter a word and so I turned the screen to him. “Oh God.” He whispered out in shock as I aggressively blink back the tears in my eyes. It was a video call and I would be damned if they see me react this way. Keeping my face still, the fucker brings the phone closer to her as the person who had his hands on her neck as soon as I picked up, slapped her, hard. I clenched my jaw at the action, stilling every vein in my body to keep myself from reacting, and they didn't stop at one. He continued slapping her and I counted. One Two Three, untill it was about 14 slaps. My whole body vibrated in anger and helplessnes, but I stood still and knew that I had to do something to get them to stop, even it means she'll hate me after this. As I watched, I shared the screen and video to my team. The brains of my work and company. I knew it would be almost impossible for
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The sound of glass breaking, of people running, and shouts from a distance, indicated an unrest that I hoped would be a blessing in my favour.“Go check what's happening out there, you moron.” The man who slapped me yelled out to the other man that had his face covered. He sounded like he already expected that he should have dine that without being told.The clumsy bastard on hearing the man yell, jumped up in shock and even before he took a step, he fell on his face, making the man groan in anger and walk out to check what was happening by himself.“Do not take your eyes off her.” He warned as he opened the door. Taking a quick peek, I noticed that there were some people walking fast in front of the door with panicked expressionsThere must be a problem.As soon as my brain traced the dots, it occurred to me that someone must have broken in.'Is the mafia man here to save me?’ I ask myself with an excitement that deflated in less than a second as processed what I just thought of, an
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 44: My Wife, My Life.
Lorenzo's P.O.VThe sounds of sirens from the direction I was headed was enough to give me an anxiety attack but I kept thinking and wishing that it wasn't her.With every step I took that eventually broke into a run, I prayed hard that those sirens weren't for my wife.The fourth location was one that inwas almost toonsurevwas correct because if there was anything I knew about the italic, it was that they thrived in the dark and this was an underground lair, so it was definitely the most probable place they could be.As I git closer, my speed increased and from a little distance, I could see a hand fall down from the stretcher.The only oproblem I had was that this hand was clothes in a blue lonskeeve top which was the same thing she wore when she went to the mall with warren.It was dirty and soaked in blood but I could tell that it was her shirt.“No! No! Wait!” I screamed at the ambulance that was starting to take off.It looked like her outfit but it may hit be her, and u needed
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 45: Consciousness
It was dark not scary, cold but comforting, silent but not sad. It was bliss, no pain and no worries.I wanted to stay here forever, but sometimes I would hear some voices that made me remember a pain in my heart that stung so much when it came.I didn't want to leave this bliss but I knew there was someone crying for me almost everyday, and I didn't want to disappoint them.I couldn't They will be the first person to ever care for me, I couldn't let them down.That thought alone was the only reason why I went towards the light, leaving the dark bliss and finally, I opened my eyes.Everything was immediately overstimulating. The beeping was too loud, the light was too bright, there was rushing and some yelling and most importantly,mi was parched.My throat currently felt like sand paper, and the thirst was out of this world.For a second, I could not understand what they were saying but insane their mouths mive and it looked like they were talking fast but before I could even dwell o
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The next morning came with a knock on my door and from the door being knocked, I knew exactly who it was.It been two days since I woke up and ever since, the mafia man has been trying to talk to me and the fact that he has, only annoyed me further because why in the world was hewssting precious time trying to deceive me.Did he enjoy it that mubh?The thought plagued my mind and caused even more anger.I had thought to myself severally about nit even having the right to be angry but I couldn't help it.I am the daughter of the man he hates the most.I was literally dragged here.I had endured some physical assualt from himI was a prisoner in this house, and forcefully married to him with a sole aim of him torturing me. What exactly made me imagine in my wildest dreams that he cared about me.Like the fool that I was, I fell for the little attention and confession of lust over my body. He probably said that because I was there when he wanted some.Groaning internally, I let about a l
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“Warren!” I call out as soon as I hear his voice from the main entrance.The man had slowly become my favorite person. Who would have thought that the man who dragged me out of that cell, while laughing like a psycho would be so dear to me in such a short time.As soon as I rush to the door, i see him standing there looking so dashing, suddenly making me wonder why he hid and dressed differently before I realised that he was the son of a billionaire, so basically a billionaire himself.“Hi” He greets with a wave as I was still a bit far from him. My excitement seeing him was through the roof because with Warren comes fun.“Are we going out today?” I question as soon as I get close enough. My whole demeanor screaming the excitement that I felt inside.As soon as I ask that question, I see the mafia man and Daniel walk out of his offucdwhi h was just tithe right side of the parlor we were currently in.Hoping he would just walk away felt like a prayer that is never answered because her
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 73: Her Safety
Lorenzo’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not because I couldn’t. Because I wouldn’t.Sarah lay curled against me, finally still after hours of trembling. Her face was peaceful now, but I knew that peace was borrowed. Fragile. Her breathing was even, but I felt the storm she was holding back. It pulsed under her skin, and in the small sounds she made whenever the wind knocked against the windows. Every time, I reached for her. Every time, she clung a little tighter.I kept my eyes on the ceiling, memorizing every creak in the cabin’s frame. Every groan in the wood. I tracked the trees outside by the way their shadows shifted across the floor. I listened for anything. Everything.Because I knew he was still out there.Donga.That bastard had come back, not just as a threat, but as a ghost Sarah was finally starting to lay to rest. And now, she was bleeding again.Not on the outside.But in all the places I couldn’t reach with my hands.By dawn, I had a plan. It wasn’t perfect. Plans rar
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 72: Sarah’s Bravery
Sarah’s POVIt happened on a Tuesday.The kind of day that felt ordinary in all the right ways, socks warm from the dryer, fresh coffee in my favorite mug, and Lorenzo’s jacket draped over the kitchen chair because he never remembered to hang it up. The wind carried the smell of pine, and I had just sent my first message to a support group I found online. I was building something again. Piece by piece.I thought I was safe.I thought peace had roots now, buried deep enough that nothing could dig them up.I was wrong.I’d gone out to the clearing again, the same one I had walked to days before when I finally felt free in my body again. I’d brought my journal and a blanket, planning to spend an hour under the clouds scribbling thoughts and hopes and maybe even a letter to my younger self.The wind was softer today. The sky open and merciful.I didn’t hear him at first.Didn’t sense it.Didn’t feel the old, heavy darkness until it was already too close.The snap of a branch.I turned.An
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 71: Peace
Sarah’s POVIt started with a single step.One step off the porch, then two. Three steps into the wind, jacket zipped, boots laced, and heart thumping like it hadn’t done something this brave in a while. I told Lorenzo I needed to walk alone today. He didn’t argue. He just gave me a thermos of tea, kissed my forehead, and said he’d be here when I got back.It’s funny, idea of freedom used to terrify me as much as I craved it. Not the philosophical kind, the kind people post quotes about. I mean real freedom. The kind that requires choice. Movement. The kind that means you step beyond your safe place and trust the world not to hurt you again.But this morning, the sunlight through the trees was too beautiful to ignore. The wind too inviting. The quiet too rich to fill with fear.I had to go.Even if it was just a mile into the woods.Even if it was just for me.The trail behind our cabin was one I hadn’t walked alone since the kidnapping. Daniel had cleared it once, back when he was
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 70: Pain and Freedom
Sarah’s POVFor the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe.Not the shallow, anxious breaths I’d taken after the kidnapping. Not the trembling ones I’d hidden from Lorenzo at night. This breath was full, deep, real, grounding. The kind of breath that didn’t come with dread tangled in the back of my throat.I stood on the ridge just behind the cabin, wrapped in a blanket, watching the sunrise bleed gold across the trees. The air was crisp and still. Somewhere in the distance, water trickled through thawing ground. It felt like a beginning. Not just of spring, but of something inside me, something that had been buried under fear and pain.Healing isn’t clean. It’s jagged. Uneven. Some mornings I still woke in a cold sweat, certain I could hear the rasp of rope against wood or the sound of boots on barn floors. But those memories didn’t control me the way they used to. They no longer felt like cages. Just echoes. Old ghosts that I had stopped running from.Now, I faced t
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 69: Monster Donga
Sarah’s POVI didn’t sleep much.Even though I was safe. Even though Lorenzo barely left my side, even to breathe. My body knew I was free, but my mind hadn’t caught up. The dark didn’t feel like peace anymore, it felt like the barn, like rope on my wrists, like metal against my skull.I’d wake in cold sweats, breathing hard, fingers curled into fists that refused to unclench.Sometimes I screamed.Sometimes I was silent.I hated that I had spiraled again. The last time this happened, I was still back home with nanny. Why was I being so weak again?However, Lorenzo was always there. Holding me. Steady as stone. He didn’t flinch when I sobbed against his chest or when I punched the mattress in frustration because I couldn’t stop shaking at the sound of a creaking floorboard. He didn’t speak unless I asked him to. He just stayed.And somehow, that helped.Still, there were moments I hated myself for what I felt.I hated how small I was now. How fragile. Like I was made of broken glass
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 68: A Promise to Himself
Lorenzo’s POVShe was in my arms, but it still didn’t feel real.Ny wife, barely able to stand, but alive.I held her like the world would tear her away again if I let go. Her breath hitched against my chest, every inhale a sob, her fists gripping my jacket like she didn’t believe I was real.Truth be told, I wasn’t sure either.The barn reeked of rot and rust. One of the men was still groaning in the corner, gut-shot, barely breathing. I didn’t care. Not yet. My whole body was coiled tight, every muscle ready to snap. But I forced myself to focus on her first.“You’re safe,” I whispered, one hand cupping the back of her head, fingers brushing over a swollen welt behind her ear. Rage flared again. “I’ve got you.”I lifted her gently, cradling her against my chest. She was lighter than she should’ve been. Hadn’t eaten. They’d kept her tied up like an animal. I could feel it in the way she flinched, not from me, but from the memory of what they did.I carried her outside into the pal
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 67: Rescue
I should have known something was wrong the moment the wind changed.It came suddenly, sharp and acrid, like sweat and smoke and blood. It wasn’t the cool, clean breeze I’d grown used to on the ridge behind the safehouse. I paused halfway through my usual walk, turning to glance back at the small cabin nestled between the trees. Everything looked the same. Quiet. Still.But my skin prickled.“Daniel!” I screamed, stumbling backward, as I saw him fall like a pack of card on the floor, already looking lifelessThree of them. Maybe four. Faces wrapped in cloth, eyes cold and distant, like they weren’t even human anymore. Just shadows with weapons.I could see from a distance that there were other men in total black, like the guards of the mansion but they seemed to actually attack the maids. It was definitely not our guards. Daniel tried to stand. He made it to one knee before the second man kicked him full in the ribs, a crack echoing through the clearing. I couldn’t move. My feet we
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 66: Shame and Anger
“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 65: Sarah’s Fear
The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac
