Semua Bab Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Bab 31 - Bab 35

That night, the guards swept the grounds and house twice at Jared's insistence. Jared still cross checked the entire mansion, then checked on Myla. He smiled softly when saw her already sleeping. Then he went to his room.He laid awake in the dim room, sleep refusing to come no matter how much he tried. Counting sheep didn't work, neither did trying different lying positions Staring at the ceiling, his mind flashed to day's events. In as much as he liked how successful Hayden became, he never envied him. Being known by so many and always in the public eye was not something he could enjoy or endure because people were.... people. Over the years he had watched the way the media had always found a way to turn everything little thing and mistake Hayden did into a scandal. From him making his company public to his dating life to his marriage to Myla then his accident. They always had something negative to say. He won't say he blamed them too much because he understood that negatively w

“MYLA!” Jared’s voice roared through the house, rough with fear.He barreled into the kitchen, gun raised. His eyes spotted the splintered pantry door hanging off one hinge and his fear doubled.“Myla?” He called out again, heart pounding but no one answered. The kitchen was empty.He saw something gleaming in the pantry floor. He went to check it and saw it was her phoneHis heart slammed harder. He rushed out of the kitchen, and down the hall. As he he got to the mid point of the main hall, he paused not knowing if he should branch into the eastern hall, go straight ahead to the sitting rooms and library or go down the western hall. This was why he hated huge houses. Too many damned corridors and corners.The house was already lit up. All the guards heard his warning shot and scrambled to action. Soon men swarmed around him.He turned to the closest ones. "The lady of the house have been taken. Right under our fucking noses."Their eyes widen in shock, they stared at him speechles

Hayden gripped the side of his hospital bed so tightly his knuckles went white. The muted TV on the wall played the same live footage Jared had just seen: flashing lights, guards running, speculation running wild. A reporter droned on in the background: “…is Mrs. Oakley hurt? Was anyone shot inside? Sources confirm the CEO remains hospitalized after his spinal injury while chaos unfolds at his family estate—” Hayden turned it off and slammed the remote on the bed side drawer. “Why the hell isn’t anyone picking up?!” Beck exploded angrily, shaking his phone like it would miraculously make someone pick his call. They had been trying call Jared, Myla, the house's phone but no one was picking. Myla's phone was not even going at all. Beck started pacing the room like a caged animal as he tried Jared's phone again, hands running through his hand for the hundredth time in the last minute. "Something is happening,” Hayden said flatly, fury simmering beneath every word. The