บททั้งหมดของ Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Victor’s POV The intel on Adrian Cross sat on my desk like a loaded weapon, and I had spent the last two hours memorizing every detail while my mind circled the same infuriating question: how did a twenty-eight-year-old from Iris's past manage to outmaneuver me at every turn? The background check had come back frustratingly thin in places and thick with detail in others. He had been born into moderate wealth and catapulted into obscene wealth when his father died under circumstances that were never fully investigated, a detail that raised the hair on the back of my neck even as my analysts assured me there was nothing actionable in the files. He had spent the subsequent years acquiring assets through a labyrinth of shell companies so complex that my best people had needed forty-eight hours just to untangle the first three layers. He had no criminal record but enough connections to people who did that it hardly mattered, and he had been watching Iris for years, gathering information,

Iris's POV The chocolate lava cake was everything I wanted it to be and nothing I deserved, which felt like a fitting metaphor for my entire life at this point. I had spent the past hour eating dessert with my kidnapper while he told me stories about his years rebuilding his father's company, and somewhere between the second glass of wine and the realization that I was actually enjoying myself, I had almost forgotten that I was a prisoner in this house. Almost. "You're doing it again," Adrian said, setting down his fork. "That thing where you drift off into your own head and forget I'm sitting right here." "I'm not drifting off. I'm processing. There's a lot to process when you find out your college crush has been watching you for years and decided the best way to reconnect was an elaborate kidnapping." "I prefer to call it an unsolicited rescue." "Most people send flowers." "Hmmmm. I could have but I wanted something more permanent." He smiled that slow, devastating smile th

Victor's POVThe call came at three in the morning, and I was awake to answer it because I hadn't slept in two days.Hyde's voice was clipped and professional, the way it always was when he was delivering news he knew I wouldn't like. "We have a problem. Cross moved your woman. She's not at the estate anymore."I was already out of my chair and reaching for my coat before he finished the sentence. "Where is she?""We don't know yet. My contact inside the house said there was some kind of commotion in the middle of the night, and by the time the dust settled, she was gone. Cross is still there, which means either he moved her somewhere else or someone took her from right under his nose.""Someone took her. Someone who isn't us.""That's what it looks like. There was a struggle in the hallway near her room. Signs of a physical altercation, but no blood. Whoever took her knew the layout of the house and the security patrol

Iris’s POVI came back to consciousness in pieces, none of them pleasant.The first piece was the cold, a damp and creeping thing that had worked its way into my joints while I lay motionless on the floor. The second piece was the smell, mildew and rust and something faintly metallic that I didn't want to identify. The third piece was the pain, a throbbing ache at the base of my skull that pulsed in time with my heartbeat and made my stomach lurch every time I tried to lift my head.I kept my eyes closed and my body still, the way an animal plays dead when a predator is near. Somewhere above me, footsteps crossed a floor and a door opened and closed. A man's voice filtered down through the darkness, muffled by distance but unmistakable in its cold authority. He was talking to someone, giving orders, his tone flat and emotionless in a way that made my skin prickle.I remembered the hand over my mouth, the chemical smell and the voice in my ear and the way the world had tilted sideways

Marcus's POV The cabin was exactly as I had left it three days ago, which meant no one had found it. The tire tracks from my last visit were still the only ones in the dirt, and the tripwire I had strung across the driveway was still intact. There weren’t any unexpected visitors or prying eyes, just the quiet of the mountains and the soft curl of smoke rising from the chimney. I sat in the car for a moment with the engine idling and the divorce papers sitting on the passenger seat beside me. They had been drawn up weeks ago, long before the kidnapping and the rescue and the strange alliance between my father and Adrian Cross. It was after I got the video of Iris kissing my father in the car park, when I knew that she couldn’t get out of the chokehold he had on her despite her good intentions. I just had to cut my losses early but somehow I missed the best time to have her sign and she got kidnapped. I had told myself I would wait until Iris was safe before I asked her to sign