Semua Bab I kidnapped a baby, but he was my son.: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Cap. 65: A Tough ProstituteLisaura helped Molly put on the accessories while Liziane watched the madness unfold between the two, but never once thought about stopping them."Well, if you can get him out of the chamber, you'll leave that place alive. But if you fail..." Liziane commented, anxiously.Lisaura, on the other hand, was terrified, but tried not to show it.“Mama Lizi, my husband is in there. I’m going to get him out, and he’ll do the rest,” Molly said with conviction.Then she remembered her perfume. She went to the wardrobe, grabbed two handkerchiefs, and sprayed them heavily with the scent. She carefully folded them, even though she didn’t quite understand why she was doing it. But since he was in a gas chamber, she believed it could help him somehow.“Since when do you have so much confidence in this man? He's not bulletproof, even if… he’s the worst I’ve ever seen,” Lisaura remarked, looking at her own fingers. She couldn’t understand why she was helping, considering wh

Chap. 67Everyone was waiting downstairs while Braston was upstairs with Nate, examining Molly.“She just needs rest. She had a mild hemorrhage, but since she’s been recovering for two days, it wasn’t too bad,” Nate commented, assessing the situation.“So she’ll be okay? No lasting problems?” Braston asked, worried.“Yes, Molly is fine now and will recover quickly. Besides, she’s healthy. There were no major complications other than the loss of her baby, unfortunately. But you two can plan for another in the future,” Nate replied calmly.“Yes, everything is fine,” Braston said, walking Nate to the door and closing it behind him. He returned to Molly, who was lying on the bed, and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close.“You’re okay, right?” he asked in a low, uncertain voice.“I am. It’s just… I have to deal with everything that happened now,” Molly admitted, tears beginning to fall.“It’s hard…” Braston murmured, his voice trailing off as he remembered how excited he had been abo

Chap. 69 – Below the CliffMolly headed to the bedroom while Braston went down to the kitchen. He started preparing everything he was going to take.“What the hell are you doing?” Liziane asked, incredulous, as she saw Braston grab three different types of knives. Lisaura, on the other hand, stealthily slipped out of the kitchen, afraid one of those objects might get thrown. Mustafá, worried, stood in front of Lisaura, protecting her in case Braston lost his temper.“Hey, why are you leaving?” Braston asked seriously, making Mustafá and Lisaura freeze. “Stay home and take care of... help Mama Lizi. I’m taking my woman on a special outing today. You can stay in any of the rooms, but keep your immoralities far from my private room and the room where I sleep with Molly.” He instructed without looking at anyone while grabbing some fruit from the fridge.“Aren’t you going to answer me? So, are you going camping or something?” Liziane asked again, her tone dripping with sarcasm.“No wonder

Chapter 71 - LupinThe early morning was cold colder than Braston had imagined.Wrapped in the blanket, Molly trembled uncontrollably in his arms. Braston tried to shield her as best he could, but it seemed that not even the thick fabric was enough to ward off the biting cold that cut through the cave. He pressed his lips together, trying to ignore the numbness creeping into his own limbs.That’s when he heard it. A low, subtle howl echoed through the forest. It wasn’t far. Braston immediately became alert, but a small smile formed on his lips when he recognized the sound.“Come here,” he whispered, whistling softly.It didn’t take long before a figure emerged from the darkness. A creature with fur as white as snow stepped silently out of the shadows, approaching the entrance of the cave. Molly, still deeply asleep, didn’t notice when the large wolf lay down near her legs.Braston reached out and stroked the animal with familiarity, his fingers gliding through its soft fur.“Good boy.

Chapter 73 - Because Not Everything is RosesIt had been a week. A long week since Molly had been confined to the room. The pain in her foot, caused by the poison, had already disappeared, but now something else was eating away at her boredom. She couldn't believe that Braston had actually locked her up as punishment. For someone like her, full of energy and a free spirit, it was torture.That morning, Braston had already been out of the room for over an hour, and the silence was deafening. He hadn’t even left the baby with her. The loneliness was suffocating, and that’s when Molly had a daring idea."What if I escaped?"Remembering the room next door and the window that was probably open, Molly put her plan into action. Carefully, she moved along the edges of the room and managed to slip into the adjacent one. From there, she climbed down unnoticed and went straight to the garden. The fresh air and morning sun were an immense relief far better than the limited air from her window or