Kidnapped By The Obsessed Mafia Boss(Love And Lust) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Freda's POVI closed the door gently and walked to my bed to sit on the edge of the bed, trying not to think about what had just happened between me and him. But his words kept reverberating in my mind. I heaved a sigh as I leaned backward to rest my back. I suddenly noticed that I was feeling a slight headache but decided not to attach much importance to it. Perhaps it was because of me, being worried about Hardin. Too much adrenaline rush. I thought as I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, tilting my head from side to side. I stood up from the bed slowly and groaned slightly as I felt some pain all over my body. I climbed back into the bed and lay properly on the bed as the headache kept lingering in my head. I heaved a sigh as I turned on the bed, laying on my arm.Am I sick? I thought in my mind. I lay there for a moment and tried to sleep. I yawned, and just as I was about to close my eyes, my door opened, and I turned to look at who was there. I hissed inaudibly as my gaze fe

Freda’s POVAs soon as Hardin left me alone in the hospital room, a wave of determination washed over me. I knew I couldn't waste this opportunity, I needed to leave here as soon as possible. My mind raced, calculating every detail, and my heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement.I glanced around the room, taking note of the various objects that could aid my escape. Hardin men were all over the hospital so there was no way I could escape through the hallway.“The window!” I muttered to myself, The window which seems like a way out has metal bars, And that's an obvious obstacle. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I had to find a way out.I quietly approached the window, my eyes scanning the room for any potential tools. My gaze landed on a small metal tray left on the bedside table. It might not seem like much, but it could be my ticket to freedom.I carefully picked up the tray, testing its weight and sturdiness. It felt solid enough to serve as a makeshift tool. With a

Hardin’s POV“Call me back as soon as you confirm it,” I said to one of my men on the other side of the phone. I had put him in charge of confirming the delivery that was sent in my absence. Because I didn't want to leave Freda all by herself in the hospital.I noticed her body language when I was leaving to make a call and that was enough reason for me to suspect that she was up to something. I decided to handle the business quickly so I could head back to her room and check up on her.my steps quickened with a sense of urgency as I approached Freda's room, I needed to see her, to assure myself that she was still there. But when I reached the door, my heart sank like a stone.The room was empty, devoid of any signs of life. The bed was neatly made as if no one had ever occupied it. Panic surged through my veins, mingling with a growing rage. I had placed a guard in front of her room so How could this have happened? I thought to myself that's when I noticed the broken window.“Fuckkkk

Hardin's POVI had no time to waste. I quickly hopped into the car, and we headed for Andre's house. I could not help but think about what he had told me. If he had an issue with me, why didn't he come directly to settle the scores with me? I wondered in my mind. I was extremely furious about everything. How could Freda leave the hospital in an attempt to escape? After all the punishments she had received for trying to escape some time ago. People never learn the easy way. Always the hard way. I thought as I heaved a heavy sigh in the car. I made up my mind that I was going to get Freda back, even if I had to bring all of them to the ground with my bullets. I clenched my hand into a tight fist and suddenly hit the chair in front of me, grunting out of frustration. I took a deep breath, losing my patience gradually. Why aren't we there yet? I questioned my inner self. “Step your foot on the gas!” I yelled at the man on the wheel and immediately rested my back on the chair, breathing

Freda’s POV I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I saw Hardin approaching me with the food tray in his hands. Fear gripped me tightly, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Memories of the last time I had refused to eat flooded my mind, and tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back the tears, to keep my composure, but the fear was overwhelming. It consumed me, making my body tremble uncontrollably. I knew what would come next, the forceful insistence, the relentless pressure to eat against my will. As Hardin came closer, his eyes locked with mine, I could see a glint of determination in his gaze. It sent a chill down my spine, intensifying my fear. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered and defenseless. The memories of the last time he had forced me to eat resurfaced with vivid clarity. The taste of the food, the feeling of being powerless, the helplessness that engulfed me. It was a nightmare I never wanted to relive, yet here I was, facing it once again. My tears bega