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“I love you, Williams.” “You are my soulmate.” “Take your stupid ring. And don’t ever come near me again.” _______ Williams’ eyes shot open, his heart racing as fragments of the dream lingered in his mind. He sat up, his breaths heavy, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Reaching for his wallet on the nightstand, he pulled out a small, worn photo tucked inside. His fingers traced the edges, the image a cruel reminder of a past he couldn’t escape. His grip tightened as his emotions surged. He stared at the picture, bitterness welling up in his chest. “Why are you still in my dreams, Elodie?” he muttered through clenched teeth. In a sudden burst of frustration, he tore the photo into tiny pieces, letting them scatter onto the floor. It had been three years since she walked out of his life, yet the pain felt fresh, as if no time had passed. Her betrayal, her cutting words...they haunted him. No matter how hard he tried to bury the memories, they always clawed their way back to the surface, especially at night when he was most vulnerable. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Great,” he grumbled. “Another day ruined before it even starts.” This wasn’t the first time. Every morning seemed to follow the same ritual: he’d wake up from a dream about Elodie, tear up her picture in anger, only to replace it later when his rage subsided. He hated seeing her in his dreams. Skipping breakfast, Williams left his house in a foul mood. By the time he arrived at his company, his sharp tone and icy glares had everyone on edge. His employees knew better than to cross him when he was like this. Tobias, his closest friend, was waiting for him in his office. As Williams settled behind his desk, Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Rough morning again?” Williams didn’t answer, his jaw tightening as he rubbed his temples. Tobias chuckled knowingly. “Let me guess. You dreamed about her again, didn’t you?” Still, Williams said nothing. Instead, he walked over to the window, hands in his pockets, and stared at the bustling city below. The silence stretched between them until Tobias sighed, realizing his friend wasn’t in the mood to talk. He quietly left, closing the door behind him. Alone, Williams’ thoughts drifted back to Elodie, as they always did. He wondered where she was, and what she was doing. The memory of her walking away, throwing their six years of love aside, still stung. The implication of her parting words echoed in his mind: “You’ll never amount to anything.” Now, he was one of the richest men in the world....a living contradiction to her cruel prediction. Yet, despite his success, the ache in his heart remained. He had avoided any news about her, telling himself she wasn’t worth another moment of his time. “Hey, baby,” a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. Williams tensed as slender arms wrapped around him from behind. He turned, gently removing her hands. “Mandy,” he said sharply, “what are you doing here? I told you not to come uninvited.” She smiled, unfazed by his irritation. “Come on, Williams. Don’t be like that. We haven’t seen each other in days, and I missed you.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t in the mood for her today. “The music festival starts at seven,” Mandy reminded him with a pout. “You promised to take me, remember?” “I’m busy,” he replied, his tone clipped. Her pout deepened. “But you promised. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks. Please, Williams?” He hesitated. Maybe going to the festival would be a good distraction. He needed something to pull him out of this spiral. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “I’ll pick you up at six.” Her face lit up, and she kissed his cheek. “Thank you! I knew you’d come through. We’re going to have so much fun!” She left his office, her excitement palpable. Williams watched her go, a heavy sigh escaping him. “Mandy,” he muttered under his breath, “I wish you could replace her. I really do.” Now, hours later, he was at the festival with Mandy. For the first time that day, he felt lighter. The music, the lights, and the energy of the crowd were enough to distract him....until a moment ruined it. They stopped to take a picture with a mascot in a ridiculous blue-and-pink costume, and right after the photo, the mascot suddenly turned and ran, bumping into a towering three-tiered cake.Williams and Tobias, together with Grace, drove straight to the address where Elodie was being held captive. The journey felt endless despite Grace's directions cutting through back roads and shortcuts that would have been impossible to find without her guidance. Every mile that passed made Williams' anger and desperation build until his entire body was practically vibrating with the need to reach Elodie. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had gone white, and Tobias could see the muscle ticking in his jaw as he drove with single-minded focus. This was a Williams that Tobias rarely saw—a man stripped of his usual controlled demeanor, driven purely by primal need to protect what was his. When they finally pulled up to the isolated house, Williams barely had the car in park before he was reaching for the door handle. But Grace's hand on his arm stopped him momentarily. "Please," Grace pleaded, her voice shaking with anxiety as she looked at Williams'
Williams Storm sat in one of the chairs facing Tobias's desk, his hair still bearing traces of the bandage that had been removed that morning. He looked up as she entered, and Grace felt her breath catch as she found herself face-to-face with the man she had come so far to find. "Williams," she breathed, her eyes widening with shock and recognition. Williams studied her face with the intense concentration of someone trying to place a half-remembered detail. "You look familiar," he said slowly. "Do I know you?" Before Grace could answer, Tobias leaned forward in his chair. "You wanted to see me about Elodie?" Grace turned to look at Tobias, then back at Williams, hardly believing her luck. "Actually, I was hoping you could take me to Williams. But since you're both here..." Tobias raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You came here looking for Williams specifically?" "About Elodie," Williams said, his voice taking on an urgent edge. "His assistant said you know where she really
Grace felt the shock of betrayal slam into her like a physical blow as she watched the two men drag Elodie's unconscious form back into the house. Her husband had played her perfectly, had allowed her to believe she was helping while orchestrating the entire failed escape as part of some larger, more sinister game. The rage that flooded through her was unlike anything she had ever experienced in their marriage. Grace pushed Griff hard, her hands striking his chest with enough force to make him take a step backward. "How can you be so cruel?" she demanded, her voice breaking with fury and disbelief. "How can you do this to an innocent woman? Have you forgotten that Elodie is pregnant? You're not just tormenting her—you're endangering an unborn child!" Griff looked down at his wife with an expression of mild annoyance, as though her emotional outburst was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "So?" he said with a casual shrug that made Grace's blood run cold. The dismissive
Meanwhile, miles away, Grace Storm was making a decision that would change everything. She had spent the hours since showing Elodie the viral proposal video wrestling with her conscience, torn between loyalty to her dying husband and sympathy for the innocent woman caught in his desperate scheme. The sight of Elodie's devastation upon seeing Williams propose to another woman had been heartbreaking to witness. But more than that, Grace had begun to understand the fundamental flaw in Griff's plan. If Williams believed he was already with Elodie, if he thought he was engaged to her and building a life with her, then he would never come looking for the real Elodie because he wouldn't know she was missing. Which meant Griff's entire strategy was doomed to failure from the very beginning. Grace knocked softly on Elodie's door before entering, her expression resolute despite the fear she felt about betraying her husband. "Elodie," she said quietly, "I've made a decision. I'm going
Williams' grip tightened around Mandy's throat as the terrible truth crystallized in his mind with perfect, devastating clarity. This woman—this impostor who had accepted his proposal, who had danced in his arms, who had just shared his bed—was not the woman he loved. She was not Elodie. Mandy's eyes were wide with terror as she clawed at his hands, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as his fingers pressed against her windpipe. The engagement ring he had placed on her finger just hours ago caught the light, a mockery of the love and commitment it was supposed to represent. "Please," she gasped, her voice barely audible through her constricted airway. "Williams, please, you're hurting me." But Williams seemed beyond hearing her pleas, his eyes blazing with a fury so intense it was frightening to witness. The gentle, confused man who had awakened in the hospital was gone, replaced by someone cold and dangerous and absolutely certain that he was facing an enemy. Mandy ev
Miles away, Elodie kept pacing up and down the confines of her prison like a caged animal. She could not understand what had gone wrong with her phone call to Williams. After she had tried to call him and the call was disconnected, she had been unable to reach him again. Grace had left with her phone, saying that what she was doing was too risky, that Griff might discover what they had attempted and become furious. But Elodie couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly, fundamentally wrong. Williams would never ignore a call from her, especially not in circumstances like these. He would have answered back, would have demanded to know where she was, would have moved heaven and earth to reach her the moment he heard her voice. The fact that someone had answered the call and then immediately disconnected it suggested something far more sinister than technical difficulties or bad timing. While Elodie was pacing up and down, trying to make sense of what had happened, sh







