บททั้งหมดของ Divorced And Out of His League: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Kayla’s POVThe moment I walked toward the track, the stadium lights felt hotter than anything I had felt in years. The air was buzzing with excitement and chatter. The spectators were ready for the charity relay race, and so were the eight teams lined up on the grass. I could feel the pressure settle on my shoulders like a heavy blanket, even though I kept reminding myself that this was only a fundraising match. Nothing serious. Nothing life changing. Just a simple charity race where the women were not even professional athletes.Still, my stomach kept twisting.The commentator’s microphone screeched for a second before his cheerful voice filled the giant speakers.“Welcome everyone. Today we have eight teams participating in our annual charity relay race. These women have volunteered to support our homeless children foundation. Please cheer for them.”The crowd clapped and cheered loudly, and the sound vibrate

Steven’s POVThe van rattled as it sped down the rough road, making the metal floor vibrate beneath me. My wrists burned from the ropes digging into my skin, but I forced myself to breathe. I needed a clear head. Fear would only cloud my thoughts. And if there was one thing these past days had taught me, it was that panic never saved anyone.The man beside me reeked of sweat and cheap cigarettes. He sat too close, like he enjoyed watching me struggle. But even with the ropes cutting into my wrists and ankles, one thing warmed my chest.They were nervous.I could see it in the way the guard kept tapping his foot. I could hear it in the way the driver kept muttering, “We should have moved him yesterday.” I could feel it in the speed of the van.Dad was putting pressure on them.Ever since Kayla brought cops during her last attempt, they hadn’t gotten a moment of rest. And it didn’t end there. More cops had shown u

Steven’s POVThe moment Ives told me we needed to dig deeper into how Lilian had been kidnapped, something inside me shifted. It was as if the little patience I had left finally snapped. I knew Lilian would never leave school with a stranger for no reason. Something had happened, something calculated. Ives had already taken steps ahead by contacting her university, hoping that the school might have more answers than we currently did.Just as we settled inside the hotel lobby in Jersey City, my phone buzzed. My mother. The second I heard her voice, my chest tightened. She sounded shaken, almost breathless.“Steven, your sister was kidnapped in school,” she said. “Your father is going crazy. He already called for a family meeting. You need to come home immediately.”I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. I had barely recovered from my own kidnapping. My bruises still ached. My head still spun sometimes. Yet everything inside me screamed that I could not afford to

Kayla’s POVIt had been an entire day since I last heard from Maya, and a nervous knot had begun to twist in my stomach. She was usually punctual and reliable, always keeping me informed. Yet this time, there was nothing. I paced across my spacious living room, the golden sunlight streaming through the tall windows doing nothing to calm my rising worry.I picked up my phone and called a trusted investigator. “I need you to find Maya,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “She has been missing since yesterday, and I want every possible lead pursued immediately.”The investigator promised he would start looking right away. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, though my chest still felt tight. Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw Ashton’s name flashing.I hesitated. The last few calls I had avoided. His persistent attempts had irritated me at first, but I realized

Kayla’s POVThe following afternoon came faster than I expected, and as soon as the sun began to set, I found myself standing in front of my mirror trying to prepare for the gala. My dress lay across the bed, a soft shimmering silver gown that hugged my waist and flowed lightly whenever I moved it. I knew Steven chose this event for a reason. A gala hosted by a coalition of companies, attended by wealthy people, influential CEOs, philanthropists, and several politicians. It was the perfect place for him to reappear. It was the kind of place where a single entrance could rewrite a narrative.My fingers trembled slightly as I applied my makeup. It had been so long. Too long. Every time I tried to imagine what it would be like to see Steven again, my chest tightened with emotions I could not easily name. Worry. Fear. Relief. Guilt. Hope. All of them mixing into something heavy but impossible to ignore.As I put on my earrings, my mot