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Twenty One

Liam’s POVRichard spun to face her with that carefully calculated smile that he had been wearing ever since he walked into my office. I could see the look of recognition in his eyes – the same feeling I had experienced when he walked in. His lips parted open in response, taking a step forward to her.But, I did not let him continue.“Richard,” I spoke up sharply and calmly, my tone carrying a clear distaste for him to pause right where he stood. “We are in the middle of something.” Richard’s eyes glanced over to me, a look of defiance in them. “Actually,” he began, his eyes now fixed on her. “I was about to say how stunning she was at the ball. You make a fine partner, Miss Nina.”Nina’s eyebrows creased slightly as she held the insulated bag. “That was you?”Richard nodded with a soft smile and stretched his hand out for her to take. She took it before I acted and my blood boiled. My lips squeezed into a thin line. “I didn't know you worked here,” Nina started. “I wasn’t. Not unt

Twenty Two

Anya’s POV I found myself standing by the large window that looked out onto the back garden, swirling an icy glass of white wine despite the time not being past noon yet. The whole sequence of events – her heroic make-believe performance and her sudden show of kindness – kept looping around my head like some horrible song which I couldn’t get away from. She was pampered while I was stuck there, locked up in the oversized cage watching my carefully constructed world disintegrate. I had to strengthen my hold on everything and I would hit from the weak link. I put the glass down and sauntered through the door into the kitchen, swinging my hips a bit. Frank was arranging the fruit on a plate in the middle of the counter as if that were the most important job in the world. I crept towards him, letting the robes hang off one of my shoulders slightly and my voice changing to a honeyed tone. It worked for any man, made them trip over their own feet. "Frank," I cooed, tracing my finger

Twenty Three

Nina’s POV The warmth radiating off my cheeks was due to the way my sweater was twisted, thanks to him having grabbed it before, and now my face was burning up from the heat. Liam stared at me, his breath coming a bit faster than usual for someone standing there relaxed. His lips moved as though he were about to speak, then he stopped himself from speaking, and my weight moved from one foot to another, the thermal bag and remnants of the stew sitting forgotten on his desk. Silence lingered until I heard my phone ringing in my bag. Startled by the noise, I pulled my phone out and saw an unfamiliar number on the screen. Panic rose in my stomach as I quickly answered it. "Hello?" "This is Saint Charles, City Hospital." The professional-sounding voice of a woman said over the line. "Am I speaking to Nina Hampton, Arthur Beckett's daughter?" "Yes, that is me." I squeezed the phone tighter. "Your father was admitted to our hospital thirty minutes ago. He is in critical condition

Twenty Four

Liam’s POVI looked at my phone for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes. It was already glowing in the corner of my desk from my last touch on the screen. And I hadn't gotten any text from Nina. I had sent her a couple, about fifteen. She didn't have my number so I made a long introduction after contemplating for ages on how to sound proper and finally went with whatever came to mind. “Are you there yet? It's Liam by the way before you freak out.”What was I typing?“I finished the stew. It could do with a little bit of salt.”I was lying. The food was perfect but I couldn't tell her that. “Where are you?”My fingers hovered over the sticker, and stopped when I felt it was too much. Tired of waiting I pulled the phone towards me again, checking to see if she had read any of my texts. She hadn't.But then there is Anya. She was the first to always send messages, unwanted pictures. I never asked for a long list of messages with emojis. And she didn't today. For

Twenty Five

Liam's POVAnd I wasn’t going to waste time. I picked up my keys and went right back out to my car. I drove with one hand on the phone dialing Nina’s phone. She didn’t pick up. I tried again and again and got no answer. I called Gideon next. He picked and I spoke as fast as I could. "Find out which hospital has contacted Nina today and send me the location immediately.”I hung up and drove faster, going past the yellow traffic light. Gideon called a few minutes later, and recited the address to me while I typed the information into my car’s GPS system. I drove past a truck that had swerved at the last minute, the traffic light changed and he honked angrily while I focused on my aim. I parked as I got to the hospital entrance and killed the engine, got out and rushed inside, ignoring the cries of the receptionist chasing behind me. My feet hurried down the halls when I received Gideon's message showed clearly on my phone “Arthur is in Ward 10. ICU.”My eyes scanned the room when I a

Twenty six

Nina’s POVThe rope was cutting into my wrists, yet I continued tying knots between my hands with my fingers. Frosty cold wind slipped through the crevices in the wooden walls of the dilapidated structure. We weren't in the estate. My head hurt. Short traces of memory came back to me. I had made the mistake of trying to run and got knocked out. And now we were held hostage in some warehouse in the outskirts of town. I smelt the damp concrete and old dried oil that had merged to the floors and walls. I cocked my head to my side. My fear heightened as I saw Frida seated, bound to a chair next to me, her eyes glued to mine. She gave a slight nod as the men spoke in the adjoining room. I bit down hard and concentrated on listening to their conversation.The bald man was pacing heavily across the floorboards. "Boss won’t like this. He clearly said to fetch the money. Are you sure she's the one married to Hampton?”“She's not Anya so she's got to the second one,” the second man answered a

Twenty Seven

Nina’s POV “We have to jump. I'll help you go over then you reach out for me,” Frida instructed. I knew that was a bad idea. My weak ankles would slow us down.“No. You go first,” I breathed. She wanted to argue but I acted fast. I bent low, pushing out my hands and nodded to her. “Hurry.”She took it, climbing my hands and the fence. Gunshots echoed from behind us. And she shook, panicking as she lost her stance and fell outside with a scream. I moved to jump and another gunshot echoed. Frightened I stopped, my hands up as they came closer. I staggered back and placed pressure on the wrong foot. The sharp pain shot through my left ankle. “Duck!!!” Frida screamed from behind me. I did and a rock hit the first man. His gun fell and another rock flew in. Then several others. That was enough to distract them as they kept trying to protect themselves. I pushed my body up, my hand catching the top of the fence as the stone throwing stopped and I flung myself over it. My body crashed

Twenty Eight

Nina’s POVTwo pairs of feet walked in and I held my breath, watching. They walked in calmly and closed the door. I got a full glimpse of them, their uniform with a white apron tied to their waist. They were maids. One carried a tray of fresh fruits, toast that had seam rising from it and a cup of coffee that smelled expensive. The other held fresh clothes. “Good morning, ma'am,” they greeted, infusing my state of confusion. The second maid placed the neatly folded clothes —a sweater and soft grey lounge pants on the bed. The other served my food on the table. Not once did they meet my eyes and bow again. “The master wishes you to eat and have a nice stay.”Were they kidding? I was captured against my will and their master expected me to be okay with it. That was never happening. Not on my watch. “I'm not hungry,” I let out. The first maid was quick to answer very calmly. “Master wouldn't like that. His orders were…”“I don't care what his orders are. I'm not a prisoner.”“Maste

Twenty Nine

Liam's POVI dialed Gideon’s number. "Come back to the office.""But, it's eleven pm and I have to wake up early for tomorrow's meeting to get things ready." Gideon mumbled, sounding half asleep."Be there in fifteen minutes." I ended the call and drove faster.Just as I parked in front of my company and got off from the driver's seat, a person crashed into me.I caught her and looked closely. I didn't recognize her at first, but her eyes widened and she started speaking incoherently. "You have to save her. Nina. She's with them."At the mention of Nina's name, my heart paced. I immediately understood she must be Nina's friend. I shook her shoulders gently to get her to calm down and asked in a haste, "How do you know Nina? Where is she?"The woman blurted, "We were together. She helped me escape. They are going to hurt her. She... she asked me to get you and...."Just then Gideon arrived. He took one look at us.Inside the office, Gideon gave the woman, who I now knew as Frida, a cu

Thirty

Nina’s POVI held my breath so tight my chest burned. My back pressed against the wall near the door as I muttered under my breath, "Oh God. Not now. Please." The sound of water still ran in the bathroom. I knew I had been caught the second my cane hit the floor. My heart hammered against my ribs. I would rather tiptoe out of here quietly than try to explain why I wandered into a man's room like some lost kid. I bent down slowly, fingers reaching for the cane. The moment my hand brushed the smooth wood, the bathroom door creaked open. I gulped hard, my throat dry. My mind raced through every bad thing that could happen if he stepped out. I straightened up fast and pushed one foot forward, ready to slip away. A presence filled the space behind me. Goosebumps raced up my arms so quick I thought I might drop right there. His deep voice cut through the silence. "What are you doing here?"Words stuck in my throat. I opened my mouth and everything came out jumbled. "I..erm....I didn't m

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