All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I was at the door in a millisecond.“What did you know, Elizabeth?"The panic in her eyes had my heart beating faster than it had ever beat, but I struggled for calm. No need getting worked up now when I didn't know what she was talking about. When she didn't respond to my question, I asked her again and her panicked eyes came to rest on mine before she spoke.“It's Anthony. It's him. I knew he was up to no good!"Chloe rolled her eyes and looked to me as if to say, I just knew we couldn't trust her.“What the hell are you talking about?” Chloe asked. “Anthony is in jail and will be for a couple more months so what do you mean it's…”"It's him! I swear it. Believe me, I know what I'm saying.”My ears were ringing with rage, and I tried desperately to cling to the calm I'd mustered earlier."Calm down, Elizabeth, and tell us exactly what you know." I said. "He called me! Yesterday morning. At first, I didn't know who it was, but then he called me his favorite ally and asked if I was w

It hurt to sit there, powerless and look up only to be greeted with a gleeful smile on Layla's traitorous face. She'd come in with Anthony this time. I hadn't seen her since that first day when she'd come to rub her betrayal in my face.Anthony stood behind her, an eerily calm look on his face. He was dressed in a navy blue shirt and clean jeans. He always did like to look clean… good, even. Like all was perfect with him. It's the people in his life that he treated like trash, not the things he bought with his money. No, he treasured those.His gaze swept over me where I sat crouched on the floor. Hadn't he said before that my weakness was pathetic? Well, now he could enjoy taking in the view of my pathetic self. He smiled. Probably at how small I looked sitting there. In truth, I wasn't sure I had much fight left in me. “Well, look at that,” he said. “She finally ate.”I didn’t respond. I let my eyes drop, made my shoulders hunch just slightly. I had a mission, and if this was going

There was only one person that I knew who could find a man even if he was hidden under a rock. It was the same person who’d found Anthony out when he started that ill thought-out sabotage against Kingston Enterprise. Walker.We kept Walker around for purposes such as this. He didn’t like to be seen much so we never met physically. He didn’t like to speak much too. All Walker needed was the tiniest of details and he would find out whatever you needed him to find out. So now as I texted him the details of the black van that Marissa had been taken away in, I let myself be a little hopeful. Just a little hopeful. If there was anyone who could find Marissa, it was Walker. No one knew where he got his information, and one asked. As he always said, he had his way.On it, boss. Give me a few days.I glanced at my phone as his response popped up on the screen.I don’t have a few days, Walker. I need you to find her in 24 hours.His response came almost immediately after.On it.I didn’t doubt

I didn’t know how long we had been on the road.The blindfold had been on since they led me out. I tried, at first, to keep track of every turn, every stop, every bump that might give away something. I counted seconds. I imagined corners. I tried to hold onto a rhythm. But somewhere along the line, time slipped away from me. And so did the road. Everything started to feel the same. Every sound. Every dip. Every breath of air.I sat in silence, my hands resting on my lap, unbound, but still trapped in more ways than I could explain. There was no rope, no chains, no screaming guards. Just the tight knot in my stomach and the fabric over my eyes.When Anthony came in that morning, he had simply opened the door like he owned the world, and announced that we were leaving. He said I needed to get up. That everything was changing. I didn't understand but he didn't explain further. “We’re going somewhere better,” he had said. “Somewhere you’ll be safe. You’ll be happy.”I hadn’t answered rig

The soft, final snick of the lock turning on the outside of the door cut through the quiet like a knife. He’d locked me in. Just like that. The room suddenly felt smaller, the cozy quilt on the bed and the polished wood of the dresser nothing more than a pretty disguise for a cage. Anthony didn’t want me outside. He wanted me contained right here, within these four walls, under his control. That much was terrifyingly clear.I stood completely still in the middle of the room, straining my ears against the thick silence that followed the sound of the lock. There were no footsteps walking away down the hallway, no creaking floorboards. It was just heavy, empty quiet. Was he standing right outside the door, leaning against it, listening for my reaction? Or had he already walked away, completely sure the locked door would hold me? My heart pounded hard and fast against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear. Welcome home. Those words felt like a sick joke now, crawling under my skin. This was