LOGINDean watched the unhealthy fervor swimming in Chris's eyes and gave a small laugh.Turned out his brother was still best at fooling himself, of anyone.Still, it didn't matter. With Dean around now, he wouldn't let Chris do anything stupid.He spoke, his tone even and measured. "My advice is you stay right here and recover, and don't do anything rash. Francesco isn't a fool. He's almost certainly got someone watching your every move. If you go out to that ship, you might as well hand him a signed confession telling him exactly where Adriana is."Something cold and vicious rose in Chris's eyes. "Dean. Help me get rid of him."Dean blinked, then slowly lifted a finger and pointed it at his own face. "You mean, you want me to go kill Francesco Este? Me?"He couldn't help laughing, though it came out more furious than amused."Chris, get a grip. Adriana is what you actually want. Don't lose everything over one bad decision."If they made a move against Francesco, the odds of it suc
Dean walked into the hospital room with his hands in his pockets. He greeted Alex first."Dr. Nash. Appreciate the work."Alex smiled. "You two catch up. I'll go check on my other patients."He left the room, quietly pulling the door shut, and the smile faded from his face the moment he was out of sight.As far as he was concerned, Chris never should have forgiven Dean.That first car accident, Dean had been aiming to kill him.The second one hadn't been directly Dean's doing, but he had covered up the truth of Edward's parentage, which had indirectly led to everything that followed.And Dean was ruthless. Whatever peace he'd struck with Chris on the surface, brothers acting all warm and friendly, there was no telling what he was really scheming underneath.Chris was too unstable right now, physically and emotionally, and far too easy for Dean to manipulate.Especially with Adriana and Francesco growing closer by the day, Chris kept falling apart and leaning on his brother mor
Chris wouldn't hurt Maeve, but would he lock the girl up too? The way he'd done to her?And Milo. Chris had never liked him. What might he do to Milo?The unsettling thoughts gnawed at Adriana like ants, relentless, until she couldn't take it anymore. She lunged at the door and pounded on it with everything she had."Chris, I know it's you!"Let me out! Please!"Chris, I want to see you! Come out here!"She screamed herself raw for over half an hour, her throat aching with the strain, and still no one came.Now that she knew the truth, the pain and terror felt sharper than ever, worse than the confusion and helplessness she'd felt before.All she could do now was pin every last hope on Francesco, praying he'd keep the children safe, praying he'd realize soon that it was Chris who'd taken her.After that burst of raw emotion drained out of her, she slowly calmed down.Out here on international waters, there was nothing she could do.The only thing left to her was to survive,
Out on the endless ocean, there was no way to even tell direction.The past two days had been overcast, and without the sun, Adriana couldn't make out east from west anymore. Whatever method she'd used before to orient herself no longer worked.No matter when she looked out the window, all she ever saw was the same gray sea, like a cold, thin film stretched over the whole world, pressing the breath out of her.If not for the date scrolling in the corner of the television screen, she wouldn't even have realized she'd been trapped here a full seven days.She'd stopped calling for help. This was clearly a private yacht, and they were most likely drifting somewhere out on international waters.She could scream herself hoarse, and no one would ever answer, let alone come to save her.In the days since, she still hadn't laid eyes on a single person.To try to force whoever was behind this to finally show themselves, she'd started refusing to eat.But even after two days without food,
In just seven short days, Francesco seemed like a different person.He'd lost noticeable weight, his appearance had gone unkempt, and gray had even started showing at his temples.Mars looked at those jarring streaks of gray and felt a knot of unease settle in his chest.If they didn't find Ms. Adler soon, he genuinely feared his boss's mind would break completely.Francesco left the food untouched, opened his eyes, and spoke, his tone eerily calm. "Arrange a private flight. I'm going to Mitaly."Mars startled, turning to stare at him. "Boss, what if the Este family holds you there? And if they really are the ones who took Ms. Adler, they should already be reaching out to negotiate her release."He spoke faster, trying to talk Francesco out of it. "Besides, the Este family's reach isn't nearly strong enough to track Ms. Adler's every move back in Heatherton, let alone follow her all the way out to these mountains."Francesco's tone stayed just as flat. "Just arrange it. I have m
Since Adriana had gone missing, every hour had become almost unbearable for Francesco, his heart scorched raw by fear with every second that passed.But no matter how unbearable, time refused to stop for him.Seven days had gone by, and most of the search teams had walked away from both the high pay and the enormous reward, pulling out of mountains that hadn't seen a break in the rain for a full week.Everyone knew perfectly well that even if Adriana was still somewhere up there, the odds weren't in her favor.A river cut through the valley and eventually fed into a larger one, its current swift and, after days of relentless rain, swollen even higher. If a person fell in, survival would be next to impossible, and even recovering a body would be an ordeal.Over these seven days, Francesco had slept less than ten hours total.He'd gone over every bit of surveillance footage from the roads leading up and down the mountain, frame by frame, his eyes bloodshot from the strain, and foun
Until the end of the next workday, Adriana hadn't received a reply from Chris.She had dinner with Oliver, and on the way home, she saw Joan and her son on a video call in the living room."Chris, I want a toy.""Alright. Tell your mom what New Year's gift you want."Chris's voice was clear, tho
Francesco rose and sank into the sofa. "Sit."Adriana took the seat across from him. "May I ask what kind of meeting this is?"The clock pointed to eleven. Most of the office staff had already left. She suspected his intentions weren't about the meeting at all, but about cornering her.Francesco'
Francesco's hand froze as he raised the wine glass to his lips, long fingers brushing idly along the rim. He extended the glass toward Adriana in a mock salute before tipping it back and draining it in one smooth motion."Today, we truly meet, Mrs. Slater."The words were deliberately emphasized—e
Adriana hesitated, then stole a quick glance at Francesco. His expression remained cold and detached, revealing no trace of emotion."Could we use cooperation as leverage… to make them leave Chris alone?" she asked softly.Francesco tilted his head, not even bothering to hide the faintest smirk of







