All Chapters of Whisked Away : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

It started with silence.For three days, nothing came. No notes, no phone calls, no shadowed whispers at their door. The reporters were still camped outside, but Ethan’s personal attacks seemed to vanish.Amara wanted to believe it was over, that maybe Luca’s lawyers and investigators had finally pinned him down. But the quiet gnawed at her instead. Ethan never disappeared,he waited.And then, on the fourth morning, the storm hit harder than before.Amara woke to Luca’s voice, sharp with fury, echoing from the living room. She rushed out to find him glaring at the television.A documentary style exposé was airing,slick, professional, persuasive. Ethan’s hand was all over it.The title burned across the screen:“The Untold Story: Amara —The Woman Who Stole Two Lives.”Her face filled the screen. Images from her past,grainy photos, old apartment records, financial struggles were spliced together with narration that twisted her life into a tale of deceit.“She married in secret,” the voi

The courthouse steps were chaos.Reporters jostled with flashing cameras, microphones thrust into the air as if they could drag answers from anyone who dared walk by. Signs bobbed over the crowd “A Father’s Right!” and “Children Deserve Their Dads!”Amara clutched Noah’s hand tighter as Luca guided them out of the car. The roar of voices was deafening. She felt the heat of judgmental eyes, the sting of whispered accusations, though most of the people had never met her.And then she saw him.Ethan.Standing at the top of the courthouse steps as though he owned them, his arm raised in greeting like a conquering hero. His suit was perfect, his expression solemn yet noble, a man painted by his PR team as a father wronged, a man bravely fighting for his child.The crowd cheered when he waved. Cheered.It made Amara’s stomach twist. They didn’t know him. They didn’t know the shadows behind that smile.As Amara, Luca, and Noah approached the courthouse doors, Ethan stepped forward. Cameras c

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting warm stripes across Noah’s bedspread. Amara sat beside him, smoothing back his dark hair as he yawned awake. For a moment, he was simply her boy,safe, innocent, untroubled.But then he whispered, almost shyly, “Mommy… why doesn’t Daddy live with us?”The question hit Amara like a stone to the chest. She froze, her hand lingering against his cheek. “Sweetheart… sometimes mommies and daddies live in different places. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love their children.”Noah tilted his head, eyes wide and curious. “He said he wants to live with me. He said he misses me every day.”Amara’s stomach dropped. “Who told you that?”Noah hugged his stuffed bear closer. “I saw it. On your phone. The video. He was watching me play soccer.”Her hands began to tremble. She had been so careful, so vigilant. But children absorbed things, even from screens glimpsed over a shoulder. Ethan had calculated that perfectly.At breakfast, Noah pu

The morning unfolded like a carefully rehearsed play. Ethan had called for a press conference, not in front of the courthouse this time, but at a children’s hospital. Cameras crowded the bright lobby as he strode in, holding teddy bears under one arm, his smile warm, his demeanor impossibly wholesome.“Children are the future,” he said to the crowd, placing one of the bears into a little girl’s hands. “My son, Noah, inspires me every day. He deserves to know his father is fighting for him and that fight is out of love, not hate.”Applause followed. Flashbulbs captured his every move, painting him as a doting father and benevolent figure. To anyone watching, Ethan wasn’t the man tormenting Amara and Luca in the shadows. He was the hero.And he knew exactly how to weaponize it.Amara sat stiff on the living room couch, the television flickering with live coverage. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. Every word Ethan spoke felt like another knife turning in her chest.“He’s… he’s making a s

The next morning, Amara woke to the low hum of Luca’s voice in the living room. He was already on the phone, pacing like a man plotting a war. His tone was controlled, deliberate, but every word held the weight of strategy.“Yes. Exclusive, but not yet. I want discretion first, loyalty second… good. I’ll send you what you need.”Amara lingered at the doorway, watching him. The man she loved, who had once seemed untouchable only in the boardroom, was now marshalling his strengths for her. For Noah.When he hung up, she stepped forward. “You’re calling in favors.”Luca’s eyes softened when he looked at her. “Not favors. Allies. Ethan isn’t the only one who knows how to use a headline. I’m making sure the stage is set, so when you step onto it, you don’t walk alone.”Over the next days, the shift was almost invisible to the casual observer, but Amara felt it. Small, quiet ripples began appearing in the media landscape.A lifestyle blog ran a piece on “hidden scars of custody battles,” qu