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Alex stood in the hospital parking lot, his voice low, phone pressed to his ear, speaking to his friend, Officer Mike Daniels, the night air cool around him. “Mike, Lauren got a text from Dan. He’s got Emmy at a Tremont warehouse, wants her to come alone by midnight, no police.” His tone was urgent, his heart racing from Lauren’s resolve to face Dan alone, despite his warnings in the police station. “She’s going, Mike, but I need you and your team to follow, quietly. Keep my wife and daughter safe.”Daniels’ voice was steady, crisp through the phone. “Alex, we’ll set up a sting, no lights, no sirens. Where’s Lauren now?” Alex’s voice tightened, glancing back at the hospital where Lauren was with Priya. “She’s inside, talking to Priya. She told me not to tell anyone, but I can’t let her walk into this.” His breath was quick, Dan’s threat—Emmy’s life on the line—heavy. “She’s leaving soon, Mike. Be ready.”Daniels’ voice was firm, professional. “We’ll have units hidden near Tremont, tra

Alex stood in the mansion’s driveway, the pre-dawn chill biting, police cars idling with radios crackling as Officer Mike Daniels coordinated his team. His voice was sharp, his eyes fixed on Melissa, her sudden arrival with Jake moments ago reigniting his fury. “Melissa, you’re not part of this. Your tip about the warehouse is enough—go home.” His tone was icy, his hand gripping the car door, Lauren and Emmy trapped in Dan’s Tremont warehouse, his fear for them a constant pulse. The clock read 3:05 a.m., every second critical.Melissa’s voice was urgent, stepping forward, her hands raised. “Alex, please, hear me out. Dan and I were close once, years ago.” Her tone was raw, her eyes pleading, Jake’s silent presence beside her tense. “We worked together, planned to tear you and Lauren apart, to ruin your marriage.” Her voice shook, her hands trembling. “Dan will still trust me, Alex. I can go to the warehouse, act like I’m on his side, distract him so your police can get in.”Alex’s vo

The warehouse door slammed shut, Dan’s heavy boots thudding on the concrete, his scarred face twisting with surprise and irritation as he spotted Melissa standing over Lauren, who was tied to a metal chair, her wrists raw from the ropes. His voice was a low growl, his eyes narrowing. “Melissa, what the hell are you doing here?” His tone was sharp, his hand gripping a crowbar, its metal glinting faintly in the dim light. “How’d you even know we were here? This wasn’t in the plan, you showing up like this.”Melissa’s voice was smooth, a dark chuckle escaping as she turned to face him, her eyes glinting with malice, her mic hidden under her jacket, still transmitting to the police outside. “Calm down, Dan, it’s all under control.” Her tone was mocking, her hands gesturing casually, her smile cold as she glanced at Lauren, whose tears streaked her bruised cheeks. “I went to Alex’s mansion, played the perfect little helper. Told him I was on their side, wanted to save Lauren and Emmy.” Sh

Melissa’s lips pressed harder against Dan’s, her hands gripping his jacket, their kiss deepening in the dim, dusty Tremont warehouse, the air thick with tension. Her mic, hidden under her collar, transmitted every sound to the police outside, her act a calculated distraction to keep Dan occupied. Lauren, tied to a metal chair, her wrists bleeding, her face bruised from Dan’s blows, watched with a mix of disgust and desperation, her voice silent but her eyes blazing, her thoughts on Emmy, hidden somewhere in the shadows.Richard, newly freed from his ropes in the back room, his palms bloodied from the glass shard, crept forward, his boots silent on the concrete. His voice was a faint whisper, his eyes locked on Dan’s back, a rusted iron rod clutched in his hand, scavenged from the warehouse floor. “Stay focused, Richard,” he muttered, his breath shallow, his body tense as he inched closer, the chair he’d dragged himself across still tipped over in the corner.Melissa’s eyes flicked to

PART TWOEMMY AND CARL'S STORY The first day of the new semester always smelled the same—old books, coffee, and too many dreams crushed under deadlines. Emmy Langston Magnus weaved through the familiar chaos of Lancaster University’s East Wing, clutching her tote bag like a lifeline. Her boots echoed sharply on the marble tiles, every step rushed. She was, unsurprisingly, late.Students flooded the halls—laughing, yawning, flirting, trying to pretend life wasn’t spinning too fast already. She didn’t have time for any of them. Her schedule had changed at the last minute, and now she had to sprint halfway across campus to a literature elective she didn’t even want to take. But it was either that or fail the credit requirement, and Emmy Langston Magnus didn’t fail anything. Not when her last name meant so much to so many.She rounded the corner at full speed and slammed—*hard*—into someone. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, her breath knocked out of her lungs.“Jesus, watch where you’r