All Chapters of A Pulse And Betrayal : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71 – Love Triangle Xander’s POVFinally, the morning we have been waiting for is here, and the weather has changed. My alarm rang at exactly 4:30 a.m.I didn’t wait for it to ring twice.I got out of bed, washed my face, and dressed silently. My bag was already packed. Akin had already come to knock on my door to see if I was awake. She said we would believe by 5:00 a.m. and that we needed to move fast…before the city got too busy, and before we lost the trail again.By 4:55, I was standing outside, waiting in the cold, gray morning. The rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet. The sky was just beginning to turn from black to deep blue.Akin pulled up on time with the car. He didn’t say much. He just nodded at me. I nodded back. With our private investigator We weren’t going to guess anymore. We weren’t going to wait. We had a location to follow…a solid one this time. The private investigator had scanned the road and everything was clear. And we were going to find

Chapter 73 – Missing ribDiana’s POV I was still smiling when I got out of the cab.The date with Chris had been better than I expected. He made me feel special . Seen. Safe. Like the world hadn’t swallowed me whole after everything I’d gone through.But the smile faded the second I saw my bakery.The front door was wide open.Chairs were overturned. A box of banana bread rolls lay scattered on the floor. A window was cracked. The flowerpots I loved were broken into pieces on the sidewalk.My heart stopped.I rushed inside. “Gift?! Star?!”Silence.I ran to the kitchen. Nothing. The ovens were still warm.“Star!” I shouted again, panic rising. I looked around and saw the back door slightly open.“God, please…”Then I heard a small sniffle from behind the stack of flour bags.I ran to it and found Star…tucked in, shaking.“Oh my baby,” I cried, grabbing him and pulling him close. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”He held onto me tightly. “Some bad men came. They took Miss Gift. I didn’t com

Chapter 75 – unknown place Gift’s POVEverything hurt.My arms. My neck. Even my legs felt like blocks of ice.I woke up lying sideways on something hard and cold….metal, I think. The air smelled like engine oil, dust, and panic. I tried to lift my head, but it throbbed like I’d been hit.My hands were tied behind me. My mouth was gagged with a thick cloth, rough, and tight cloth. Every time I breathed through my nose, it felt like I might choke.Where am I?Then it hit me.The van.I’m still in the van.The events from earlier came rushing back…being grabbed from the bakery, shoved into the back, the sound of Star’s crying fading behind me. I had worn Diana’s apron, her name tag still clipped on. No wonder they thought I was her.My heart pounded against my ribs.They took me thinking I was my madam .I tried to scream, tried to shake my head, anything to tell them they had the wrong person, but the gag kept every sound muffled. My jaw ached from how tightly they tied it.God, pleas

Chapter 77 – Never give up Xander’s POVMorning came, not with light, but with the dull ache of exhaustion.Sleep never touched me. The ceiling above had become a screen for every memory I had of Diana…her laughter, her tears, the way she used to look at me when she still trusted me. And Gift…The girl who vanished because someone thought she was Diana.In my world, people didn’t just disappear. When they did, it usually ended in silence and a body. But this time…I refused to accept that. Not until I knew for sure.I sat hunched on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, my hands locked together in restless prayer. Not the holy kind. The desperate kind.Everything was turning again…and somehow, Diana was in the center of it.I had to see her.A knock broke the stillness.Akin stepped in quietly, holding out a coffee and a white box.“Bakery next to the hotel,” he said. “They only had one cake left. Thought you should have it.”I took the box and opened it slowly. The scent hit me fi

Chapter 79 – The FalloutMercy’s POVI stormed into my house , slamming the front door so hard the frame rattled. My heart pounded with rage. How could they? , my private investigator, screw up so badly? He had brought me the wrong gir…a frightened bakery clerk, not Diana. And worst of all, I hadn’t paid him a cent and I will never pay them for falling me .I kicked off my heels on the ground and marched down the marble hallway. Portraits of my family stared down at me, silent witnesses to my fury. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except finding that witch cousin of mine called Diana and making her pay for everything she have done to me.In my study, I sat behind the huge table desk and dialed a secure line. My voice was cold as I spoke into the phone. “Get me someone new,” I said. “A real professional. No mistakes.”I listened as they call name of available private investigator that they read off names, then I stopped her. “Ghost,” I said. “I want Ghost. Tell them I need Diana alive.