All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Five days passed, yet to Sarah it felt like five lifetimes.Each hour dragged forward with unbearable weight, stretching the silence around Daniel’s disappearance into something suffocating. The hotel suite that once felt luxurious now felt like a prison of polished marble and glass.The world outside moved forward, but inside that room time seemed frozen in dread.Every morning began the same way. Sarah would wake after only a few hours of restless sleep, reach for her phone immediately, and check it.No messages.No unknown calls.No demands.Nothing.The silence from the kidnappers was worse than threats.At least threats meant Daniel was still valuable to them.But silence left room for darker possibilities.James watched the toll it was taking on her. He had seen Sarah face billion-dollar negotiations without blinking, watched her dismantle hostile takeovers and corporate threats with calm precision.But this was different.This was her son.And that fact had shattered the iron c

The homicide unit inside the New York Police Department had barely settled after the shocking death of Victor Halberg when Inspector Caleb Pearce issued new orders that sent the entire floor back into motion.Victor’s body had not even been transferred fully into the medical examiner’s custody when Caleb was already pacing inside his office, his mind working through the growing web of deception.A senior detective stood across the desk holding a notepad. “What exactly are we looking for, sir?” the man asked.Caleb leaned forward, resting both hands on the desk.“Everything,” he said firmly. “Every movement Victor Halberg made in the last fourteen days before his death.”The detective nodded. “Bank activity?”“Already covered,” Caleb replied. “I want physical movement. Surveillance footage. Phone location pings. Ride-share logs. Building entry systems. Restaurants. Hotels. Airports. Everything.”The detective quickly wrote it down.Caleb’s voice hardened.“And don’t assume anything is

Forty–eight hours.That was all the time left.The words hung heavily in the air inside the secured operations room in Abuja, where Sarah sat surrounded by uniformed officers, intelligence agents, and screens filled with constantly shifting data. No one spoke for several seconds after the final update had been delivered.Forty–eight hours before the deadline expired.Forty–eight hours before the terrorists carrying the banner of The Black Dagger Front decided her son’s life had run out of value.Sarah sat very still in her chair, her fingers tightly clasped together on the polished surface of the conference table. The tension in the room pressed down on everyone present, but none of them carried the weight she did.Daniel was her son.Her only child.Across the table sat Colonel Hassan of the Nigerian military intelligence division, his uniform crisp despite the long night they had all endured. Beside him were two foreign intelligence advisers who had arrived earlier that morning, the

“Shhh….”Aisha raised a finger to her lips the moment Daniel spoke, her eyes sharp and alert as she signaled for silence. The faint light creeping through the cracks in the hut barely illuminated her face, but Daniel could clearly see the urgency written across her expression.His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he was certain the men outside would hear it.He nodded quickly, swallowing hard.Aisha slowly turned her head and glanced behind her toward the two armed men who had been guarding the inner room just minutes earlier.Both of them were now sprawled across the floor.Their rifles lay loosely beside them.Their chests rose and fell slowly, their bodies completely still.Daniel blinked in disbelief.“What did you do?” he whispered, turning his head from the unconscious guards back to her.Aisha gave a small smile, though it held no humor.Without wasting another second, she bent down and pulled a small key ring from the pocket of her worn trousers. Her fingers move

The morning sun had climbed higher above the Nigerian military base, casting long golden rays across the compound. Soldiers moved about their duties with calm efficiency, though the tension from the early rescue operation still lingered in the air.Helicopter blades had long stopped spinning, but the echo of that dramatic rescue still hung in everyone’s mind.Not far from the landing area, Aisha stood quietly between two armed military officers. Her shoulder was still bandaged from the bullet wound she had taken earlier, the white cloth already stained faintly with dried blood. Despite the pain she must have been feeling, her face showed no weakness.Her expression remained firm, almost cold, as though she had locked every emotion somewhere deep inside herself.Across the open ground, Sarah slowly approached the commanding officer of the base.The officer stood tall in his neatly pressed uniform, his posture straight as Sarah stopped before him. They exchanged brief greetings before s