All Chapters of Kidnapping Madam Hills: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nicholas had his elbows on his desk and his closed hand holding up his chin. He had come to work, tired but ready to tackle the heavy task of locating the whereabouts of an important missing woman while dodging the swarm of news reporters. He had believed that today would be like every other stressful day and at the end of it, he would go home exhausted to his loving wife. He did not expect to be sitting in his office with Hannah, the same woman he had been searching for sitting across from him. She looked completely different from the last time that he had set eyes on her. Each time their paths crossed in the past she was dressed in expensive attire and jewelry. But here she was in a semi large hoodie, regular jean trousers with her hair flowing freely on her shoulders. But it was not the clothes that she wore or the way her hair was that placed that made him see her different. It was a look in her eyes, the way her body language seemed less forced, the way she seemed happie

Theresa sat on the sofa waiting. She had been on edge ever since Hannah left the house in the manner that she did. She had never seen her act so skittish and in such a rush before. Hannah had assured that her behaviour had nothing to do with Gina but the little girl found that hard to believe. Hannah was acting perfectly normal before Gina's arrival only for her to completely change after her departure. She also did not believe that Gina had an emergency. She was certain that Gina had said or done something that may have triggered Hannah. If she had not then why did Hannah suddenly want to visit the police headquarters? Those were questions that bothered her as they swirled around in her mind but the one that bothered her the most was what she was going to tell Ramon when he got home. Hannah had told her to tell him that she had to go take care of something but Theresa knew what her brother was like and he was not going to consider that explanation to be good enough. But th

"Oh my goodness, girl," Honey screamed between giggles, "That was the wildest thing that I had ever seen all year. She even flashed him the middle finger" He was on the other end of a video call with Serena who sat on her bed draped in a purple, silk, bathrobe. Serena let out a small laugh and shook her head. "After all that effort trying to find her," Serena laughed harder this time and Honey joined in, "Sis wasn't even missing. She just wanted him to be out of her life" "It's even more crazier when you think about how she didn't even bother trying to get a proper divorce. She just noped out of the marriage" "I told you that man was a piece of shit" Serena said, "It's about time too because that woman needed a break from that hell hole" "Theodore is probably losing his mind right now, isn't he?" Honey asked and Serena shrugged. "I could care less, honestly. But, yeah he probably is losing his mind right about now. It's one thing to just run out of a marriage but to b

Theodore had a glass of whiskey in his hand, a cuban cigar in the other and a scrowl on his face. He had been in a foul mood for the past couple of days and he did not seem to be feeling any better. The entire incident surrounding him and Hannah was the hottest topic among the gossip mongers in his social circle. Everybody had all sorts of things to contribute to something that they knew nothing about. The buzz and the sneaky reporters wanted to know the real story and all he wanted to do was to do choke Hannah to death for doing this to him. He had gone to Serena to ease his stress and it did, even if temporarily. The woman could care less about how he was really feeling and just used him for the fancy things that she wanted to show off on social media. His phone was placed on the table while he sat back, tending to his anger and let his cousins, Louis and Armstrong speak. "Theodore, I heard what happened with you and your runaway bride," Louis began, his tone as conde

"Hey, Brian" Theresa had picked up the phone after the third ring. "Hey, Titi" "What's going on with you?" She asked. "Nothing really. The coach thinks that my sneakers are distracting the other boys on the team" Brian complained and Theresa rolled her eyes. How was it his fault that his teammates were distracted? she believed that they were just jealous if anything. "The really expensive ones that your mom got for you on your birthday?" "Yup. He says that most of them just keep focusing on the shoes during practice and he's worried that they may start feeling really bummed out for not having the same and start messing up on the court" "How is any of that your problem though?" Theresa asked, "If they wanted nice looking shoes then they could ask their parents or at least save up for it" "I don't know, Titi, do you think that maybe he's right?" Brian asked. "Well, I think that the kids on your team don't like basketball enough if they're too busy thinking about yo