Semua Bab Cinderella And Her Beautiful Octuplets: Bab 381 - Bab 390

Hannah groaned softly as she stirred awake, her head throbbing in pain. Her limbs ached, and as she attempted to move, she quickly realized she couldn’t—her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a chair. Panic surged through her veins as she blinked, adjusting to the dim light in the room.She didn’t know how long she had been here, but judging by the ache in her body and the dry, stinging sensation in her throat, she estimated it had been at least three days. Her eyes darted around the space, taking in the worn-out wooden walls and the faint streaks of sunlight sneaking through a small, high-set window.Then, her gaze landed on Jessica—tied up just like her, motionless.“Jessica! Jessica!” Hannah called out, her voice hoarse and filled with desperation. But there was no response.A curse slipped past her lips as she struggled against the ropes, but every tug sent sharp waves of pain through her arms. The restraints dug into her flesh, unyielding. She exhaled shakily, trying to push

Arianna clutched her phone tightly, her hands trembling as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The conversation with Brandon had left her heart pounding, a hollow ache spreading through her chest. Hannah and Jessica were in danger, and she was powerless to do anything about it.Her daughters—her babies—were in the hands of a man so dangerous that even the government dared not cross him. Bernardo Provenzano. The mere thought of his name sent a chill down her spine.Hannah and Jessica must be terrified. Alone. Trapped. She couldn’t stand it. She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit here and wait, not when her daughters needed her the most.The sound of the door creaking open snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly wiped her tears, forcing a smile onto her face just as the children rushed into the room, their little voices filling the silence.“Grandma!” They called out, running towards her with Michael trailing behind them.Arianna swallowed the lump in her throat, bending

Brandon sat stiffly in the back of the van, his hands gripping the strap of his bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The enclosed space reeked of sweat and gunmetal, and the silence between him and the armed men around him was suffocating. Every time he glanced at them, they remained eerily still, their expressions blank but lethal. Their fingers rested lightly on the triggers of their rifles, a silent warning that any sudden movement could end him in an instant.The windows of the van were tinted so dark he couldn’t see where they were going. A thick partition separated the driver from the back, ensuring he had no clue who was behind the wheel. Everything about this screamed a setup, yet he had no choice but to go along with it.Minutes felt like hours, the van weaving through the streets with no apparent pattern. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing through possible scenarios. Was he being taken to Bernardo directly, or was this some elaborate trap? Would he

Lucas pulled his jacket tighter around him as he stepped out of the hotel into the cold night air. The city lights flickered in the distance, their glow barely reaching the isolated docks where he was supposed to meet this unknown informant. His instincts screamed at him that this was a setup, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that it wasn’t. If there was even a sliver of truth behind that message, it could be the edge they needed to bring Bernardo down.He kept his hand near his gun, every sense on high alert as he moved through the rows of rusting shipping containers. The sound of waves crashing against the pier mixed with the distant hum of the city, but here, in the shadows, it felt like a different world.A figure stood ahead, barely visible under the dim light of a flickering lamppost.Lucas stopped, his fingers twitching near the grip of his weapon. “You wanted to talk?”The figure took a cautious step forward. A man's hood pulled low over his face, his hands tucked int

Brandon watched as Teresa disappeared into the sea of elite guests, her emerald-green dress vanishing among the glimmering jewels and expensive tuxedos. His jaw tightened. She hadn’t shut him down completely, which meant there was a crack in her loyalty to her father. Now, he just had to wedge it open.Lucas slid up beside him, a glass of whiskey in hand. “Well?”Brandon exhaled. “She didn’t say no.”Lucas raised an eyebrow. “She also didn’t say yes.”“She wants proof that Bernardo would turn on her,” Brandon explained.Lucas let out a low whistle. “That’s a tall order. The guy’s careful. And even if he would, she’s his daughter—how do we convince her he’d throw her to the wolves?”Brandon’s mind was already working through the possibilities. Teresa was clearly intelligent. She wouldn’t be swayed by baseless claims. She needed something undeniable.“We dig,” Brandon said firmly. “There’s got to be something—financial records, secret deals, contingency plans in case she ever became a