One Careless Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Before I could think of a plan, the SUV slowed down, its tires crunching against gravel. The sudden shift in speed made my stomach drop.We were close.Close to wherever they were taking me.Close to whatever fate awaited me and my baby.I swallowed hard, forcing down the rising terror clawing at my throat. I couldn’t let fear take over. Not now. Not when I still had a chance to fight.The car veered off the main road onto a narrower, dimly lit path surrounded by towering trees. My pulse spiked as realization dawned—this wasn’t just some hidden warehouse or an abandoned building.They were taking me somewhere remote.Somewhere no one would hear me scream.I tightened my grip on my daughter, shielding her tiny form with my arms. She whimpered softly in her sleep, oblivious to the nightmare unfolding around her.I forced myself to focus.Every detail mattered.I scanned the surroundings through the tinted window. No streetlights. No passing cars. Just dense trees and the faint glow of t

Hours passed in agonizing silence. The dimly lit room was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of dust and aged wood. My baby had finally stopped crying, her exhausted little body pressed tightly against my chest as she slept. I held her close, rocking her gently, whispering reassurances she couldn’t yet understand. But they weren’t just for her. They were for me too. I needed to stay strong. I needed to believe that this nightmare would end. The only sound was the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards outside the door, each noise making my body tense with anticipation. My heart pounded with fear, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. Would they move us? Would they hurt us? Would Jack find us before it was too late? Would he pay the ransom? And even after the payment, would we be freed? I needed to know my mother's next line of action. Then, finally, the moment I had been dreading came. The heavy lock clicked. I froze, my breath catching in my throat.

I swallowed hard, forcing my racing thoughts into some form of coherence. Almost time for what? Where were they taking me? What else did my mother have planned? I looked down at my daughter again, her tiny body curled up peacefully. Completely unaware of the danger surrounding us. A fresh wave of determination surged through me. I had to protect her. Whatever it took, I had to get us out of this. The van continued down the road, the occasional bump making my body jolt against the seat. My wrists ached from the tight rope, but I refused to let the discomfort distract me. I needed to focus on my surroundings. Through the windshield, I could make out faint headlights in the distance, but they were few and far between. The road was isolated, dark, and lined with towering trees on either side. We weren’t in the city anymore. We were heading somewhere more remote. Somewhere harder to escape from. I clenched my fists. A sudden shift in the van’s speed made my stomach drop. We were

The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken threats. My mother’s smirk lingered as if she enjoyed watching the panic settle in my chest. She wasn’t just playing a game—she was winning. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady. “You can’t keep me locked away forever.” Karen let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Oh, Sophia,” she said, almost pitying. “You still think you have a choice in this, don’t you?” I glared at her, my grip on my daughter tightening. “Jack will find me. And when he does—” She leaned in closer, cutting me off with a whisper that sent chills through me. “Jack won’t find you, sweetheart. Not this time.” Her words were like ice, freezing every hope I had clung to. I refused to believe it. Jack would never stop looking for me. He would turn the world upside down if he had to. But the confidence in my mother’s eyes told me she had planned for that. She straightened, smoothing down her dress before stepping back. “Now, get some r

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I held onto my mother, feeling the raw emotion in her embrace. It was different from the cold, calculating version of her that had haunted my dreams. My mother—was trembling, vulnerable, and truly relieved to see me alive. She pulled away slightly, her eyes scanning my face as if to make sure I was really there. “You scared me, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “We almost lost you.” I swallowed hard, shifting my gaze to my father. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the depth of emotion in his eyes told me everything. He had been just as terrified. Jack cleared his throat, stepping forward. “She’s still weak,” he said gently. “Let’s not overwhelm her.” My mother nodded, dabbing at her eyes before glancing down at the bundle in my arms. Her expression softened instantly. “Can I…?” She hesitated, looking at me as if asking for permission. I glanced down at my daughter, my heart swelling with love. My mother had been by my s