Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing My Runaway Bride: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Emma's POV A chill crept over me, settling low in my stomach. Ryan was busy for the day because of that meeting. And even if he was not, he wouldn't have just changed our plans without telling me, would he? He knew how much I’d been looking forward to this outing with James. And yet… he’d simply come here and whisk him away?I managed a polite smile, though it felt brittle. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice sounding far too thin in my ears. I turned and walked back toward my car, feeling as if I were moving through water, each step weighed down with confusion.I reached for my phone as soon as I got in, dialing Ryan’s number. It rang once, twice, three times, and then went to voicemail. My fingers trembled as I gripped my phone, staring down at the unanswered call screen. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but an uneasy feeling gnawed at me, twisting my insides. I’d told Ryan this morning that I’d be picking James up today, and he hadn’t said a word about changing the pl

Emma's POV I heard him curse softly under his breath, his voice tight with anger and fear. “Emma, I’m coming to you now. Don’t move. We’ll find him. I swear to you, we’ll get James back.”I clung to his words, holding onto the fragile hope that we would be able to bring our son back. But as I stood there, alone in the school hallway, the weight of her fear bore down on her.The thought of my innocent, sweet boy in Evan’s hands filled me with panic so intense it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. My mind raced with horrifying possibilities—what Evan might do, how he might harm my son just to hurt me and Ryan.A wave of helplessness and urgency washed over me as I stood frozen in the school hallway. The weight of what had just happened was too much to comprehend, yet my mind snapped into action as if driven by some primal instinct. My son was out there, with Evan—a man I had hoped was gone from our lives forever—and I couldn't afford to waste another second.No!! I coul

Emma's POV I was tired as hell because of the tension and stress I went through. The night stretched out before us like a dark, uncertain path. The tension between us was palpable, unspoken fears lingering in the silence as we drove.“I’m here, Emma,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “I won’t let anything happen to you or James.”I looked at him, his expression fierce and determined, and for the first time that night, I felt a glimmer of hope. Whatever Evan’s intentions, whatever darkness lingered in his heart, I knew that together, Ryan and I could face it. We would protect our family, no matter what it took.And as the road stretched on ahead of us, I held on to that hope, letting it guide us into the safety of the unknown. But just then, I realized that we were not going home; in fact, we were going in the same direction I had rescued James from. What was going on? " Why are we going back in that direction?" " We are going somewhere safe; he would not even think of find

Emma's POV A dizzying wave of fear threatened to overwhelm me, but I forced myself to remain calm for James’s sake. I had to keep my wits about me if I were to protect him.Inside, the air was stale, thick with dust and the unmistakable scent of damp wood. I resisted the urge to pull back, instead scanning the space with forced interest.“It’s…charming, but very untidy...” I said, though my heart raced as I took it all in. “Do you spend much time here?”“Not really,” he replied, a touch too quickly. “But it’s out of the way.”“And what about work? Won’t you need to get back soon? I mean… with everything happening at Taylor Empire, won’t people be looking for you?” I asked. His face tightened for just an instant, but it was enough. “I’ve arranged things. No one’s going to miss me for a little while," he said. Of course! Because you are good for nothing. My inner voice said. But my stomach turned. I knew how dedicated Ryan was to the business, how much he cared for it—and the family

Emma's POV Ryan was always very excited to know about his day at the school, so even James could make out the difference between them. He looked disappointed but kept telling us about his day. As we made our way up the creaking staircase, I felt Evan’s eyes lingering on me, his movements unnervingly close. When we reached the top, he moved in closer, his hand brushing my arm with an intimacy that felt like a violation. I recoiled, trying to make the gesture seem casual, as though I hadn’t quite noticed his touch. Instead, I gestured subtly toward James, offering a gentle reminder.“James, darling, let’s go find us a bed. I’m sure you’re as exhausted as I am,” I said, my voice laced with tenderness. James immediately took the cue, his small arms wrapping around me in a display of clinging dependence." Yes, mom, please let's go. I am very tired." Evan’s expression soured, a flicker of irritation crossing his face, though he quickly masked it. He made another attempt, his hand moving