Lahat ng Kabanata ng Captured by Randy CEO : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The hall was filled with the creme de la creme of the society, men in crisp tuxedos and women in expensive gowns and heavy make up and diamond, sipping champagne from flutes. They cheered and whooped as Alan walked in hand in hand with Christine. It was the annual ball again and the hall was overflowing with more than enough to eat and drink. Alan beamed with smiles as he introduced Christine to the revelling guests as his fiancee who he hoped to marry. But he didn't know that something was planned already. And the mastermind of the scheme was only few metres away from him in a green gown, silver coloured pumps and an expensive wig. ...........Trevor stopped and adjusted his tie, using the glass window of the nearby restaurant as a mirror. Then he crossed the road to the large hall. It was just like the woman had warned. Guards littered the gate and another number of them lined up the way leading into the hall. He reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. The e-vite w

Alan did not have enough time to process the words. He felt movement behind him and stepped aside just in time before the weapon which Trevor swung at him landed. Then he took a ready stance, his fists clenched. He wanted while Trevor watched him keenly like a predator, brandishing the iron bar in his hands. "You weren't fast enough," Alan taunted him. "I will be next time," Trevor scoffed. His eyes remained fixed on Alan as he kicked the steel door shut, locked it, and threw the key carelessly into a corner of the room. He grinned at Alan. "Now we're alone," he said and smiled. "Let's see how much of a superman you are when you are in my place."Alan smirked and signalled with his hand for Trevor to advance. "Try your luck," he said. Trevor smiled again and clicked his tongue. Then he sprang. As he raised the bar to strike, Alan stepped aside and drove a punch in his side with a grunt. Trevor groaned and endured the pain from the punch. He swung the bat again and this time Alan

Christine was fine and ready to be discharged in less than a week. On the fifth day after the abduction precisely and she went to meet Alan first. Everyday, Marion. She had also been following up on Franklin's incident, showing up at the hospital everyday since his admission. Detective Marion walked in, followed closely behind by her partner, the same corrupt police officer who had collected money to finish off the loose end. Sheila also was in the hospital five minutes before Marion and her partner rolled in in their black SUV and got into one of the elevators "How are you feeling now?" Sheila asked, coming into Alan's ward and standing by his bed. It was the first time she was coming to see him in the last five days since his brawl with the crazy ex-boyfriend. "I'm good," he groaned. "I'm doing better."Then he let out a painful groan as she touched his painful side where he had a healing rib. Her lips parted in a false smile as she pretended to be gladdened seeing him beginn

Alan gasped and almost jumped in the bed but for the IV needle in his wrist. He looked around, his chest pounding as he panted. There were no bright lights or steel chairs or ropes and tapes. And neither Christine nor Miranda was around. A nightmare. He held his chest. He could feel his heart throbbing, pumping blood as it to gush it out through his chest. "What a terrible nightmare," he mused. Just then he heard approaching footsteps which stopped at his door. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly. Brandt stood there in a bespoke suit. He froze at the sight of Alan, drenched in sweat despite the cold. "Is everything okay?" he inquired concernedly, noticing the fear in his eyes. "Yes, yes," Alan replied quickly. "You sure you're fine?" Brandt asked again doubtfully. "Sure. I'm fine. Yes," Alan replied with a quick nod and forced a smile for effect. "Why'd you ask?""You looked really shook. Like you've seen a ghost or something," Brandt said and strolled in. A

"I specially prepared your glass," Lorraine said with a playful smirk. I thought that brandy tasted a bit shit," Christine said and Lorraine nodded. She leaned forward, staring straight into Christine's eyes. "Now, let me tell you what will happen," she said slowly. "In half a minute, your organs will start to burn up and it will be extreme pain for the next five minutes before you drop dead. And, the best part? There will be no traces of me or any of those two knuckleheads outside."Christine seemed to be distraught for a while and her eyes widened in horror. Lorraine's heart sang when she saw the horror in her eyes, extremely pleased. Then a sudden smile broke on Christine's face. "Is that so?" she mused and picked up the half-empty glass. She turned it in her hand and inspected it. Then she shot Lorraine a snaky grin. "You know, the problem with us common types is that we're light fingered. You rich people might know so much and mingling with you taught me so much but..."She