Semua Bab A Man Reborn: Beg for My Heart: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Once Vincent was in the car, his gaze remained fixed on the diary. His fingers danced rapidly on the lock as he tried out passwords, but to no avail. Frustration and anger began to surge within him. What was the password? What had Sienna recorded in it? Could it have anything to do with his identity? A string of questions raced through his mind, refusing to go away.Vincent patiently tried again and again until his phone rang abruptly, disrupting his thoughts. Tristan's name flashed across the screen. The corners of Vincent's lips curved upward involuntarily, and he answered the call. "Have you reached the airport, Tristan?""I'm rushing to the boarding gate right now, Vince." Tristan sounded as if he didn't want to leave."I'm going to be abroad for quite a while this time. You'd better take good care of yourself. Don't throw yourself into work too much. After all, no one would dare to say anything to you even if you just lazed around. I don't want to see you all frail and si

Vincent was startled by what Samara had done.He hadn't expected her to drink the herbal medicine so readily. There was a conflicted look in his eyes for a moment, but he soon composed himself.That night, for once, Samara didn't go to Vincent's room, and he was able to enjoy a rare night of peace.Early the next morning, Vincent headed to the office as usual. The office seemed even emptier without Tristan around. Zachary hadn't been to work for several days in a row, claiming that he was unwell. Vincent knew very well that he was probably just being lazy."He just threw a fit at me yesterday, and today he's sick?" Vincent pursed his lips, not believing it for a second.After he had finished the tasks on hand, he took out Sienna's diary, which was yellow with age. He had become fixated on it. He had tried numerous passwords, but he still couldn't open it. It was exasperating. "Looks like I'll have to get a locksmith to look at it," he muttered to himself. He was about to put

Panicking, Vincent kept demanding answers, but the driver ignored every word. If anything, he only pressed harder on the gas.Vincent's stomach dropped. Something was very wrong."Stop the car! Let me out!" he shouted.The driver, Mike Hammond, pretended not to hear him. He floored it until the cab shot forward at breakneck speed, throwing Vincent against his seat."Who the hell are you? What do you want?" he roared.Furious, he lunged forward and grabbed Mike by the throat.Mike thrashed against his grip, fighting to keep control of the wheel. Finally, he swerved onto a deserted stretch of road before slamming on the brakes.Vincent didn't waste a second. He threw the door open and bolted.But Mike was no ordinary man. He tore after Vincent with startling speed, closing the distance between them quickly."You're not getting away!" he yelled. "You're my ticket to a big payday. Once I hand you over, I'm set for life!"His words explained everything. Vincent realized he'd gotte

Vincent forced down his fear and fury. He knew his best chance of escaping was staying calm.Narrowing his eyes, he played weak while his mind raced for a way to turn the tables."Zachary, what do you even get out of this? If you want Samara that badly, fine. I'll divorce her. Just let me go, and I'll file the papers today."Hearing that, Zachary burst out laughing, as if he'd just heard the joke of the century.Then, just as abruptly, his laughter stopped. His eyes went wide with rage."Do you take me for a fool? You think you can just divorce her and walk away? Do you have any idea who Samara is? If I let you go, I'm as good as dead," he roared.Before Vincent could respond, Zachary raised the knife again. The blade glinted in the light."I only messed up one side of your face. Guess it's time to even things out!" he said.Vincent seethed inwardly. If he ever got free, he'd tear Zachary apart limb from limb."And I'm going to record you looking like this. We'll let Samara se

With a bad feeling eating away at her, Samara drove straight to the Harper residence.She barely made it through a doorway before a housekeeper told her that no one had seen Zachary all day.Her brows drew together, and her expression darkened.Samara called Anthony, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Anthony, track Zachary's phone right now. I need his exact location!"Minutes later, the location came through. It was an isolated spot on the outskirts of the city.Her eyes went cold. She floored the gas without hesitation, sending the car racing toward him."Ms. Copeland, should I call the police?" Anthony asked cautiously."Do it now. I'm heading there first," she replied.Panic clawed at her throat. Zachary's fury brought back the exact horrors of her previous life. Losing Vincent back then was a wound that still bled.But not this time. Samara wouldn't let it happen again.Swearing a silent oath, she slammed her foot down on the gas as if speed alone could conquer th