All Chapters of Sold For A Night, Bound For A Lifetime : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

7 MONTHS LATER...Kayla's POVSeven months passed, and our life had settled into a quiet, almost normal routine.Amber was eight months old now—a chubby, sweet, beautiful baby with big bright eyes and soft little rolls on her thighs. Everyone who met her fell in love with her. But nobody was more obsessed with her than Lucien. The man had completely lost his mind over his daughter. He bought her designer clothes, custom toys, and even diamond covered rattles, not caring that she was still a baby who couldn't even walk yet.Life was going well, but that strange text message from seven months ago still bothered me.'Enjoy playing happy family with your billionaire while it lasts...'I hadn't told Lucien about it. I couldn't bring myself to start another fight when things were finally peaceful. Besides, my mother and I hadn't spoken in a long time. Whenever I tried to reach out to her in the past, she never answered. But I knew she was still living with Richard, so at least I knew she ha

Kayla's POV5 Days later..It was the day we were leaving for Paris...The sun had barely come up, but I was already a nervous wreck.I walked back and forth around the nursery, checking my handwritten list for the tenth time."Megan, her vitamins are on the second shelf. Don't forget to check her temperature at two. And if she gets fussy, play her lullaby box—""Kayla, that's enough," Lucien said softly as he walked up behind me.He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder as we looked down at Amber, who was happily chewing on a soft toy in her crib."Vance is staying here in New York," Lucien said quietly. "We have twelve guards watching every exit around the clock. The penthouse is more secure than a bank. She's completely safe, Love. I promise."I let out a shaky breath and turned around in his arms.I wanted to trust him so badly.I kissed Amber's chubby cheeks five times, trying not to cry before finally allowing Lucien

Kayla's POVMy knees hit the hard marble floor. The whole ballroom became a blur of spinning lights and shocked faces."Kayla!"Lucien rushed over and dropped beside me. His hands grabbed my shoulders, trying to help me up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I could only point at my phone lying on the floor.Lucien picked it up. His eyes moved across the video and the message from Eleanore. His face went pale before twisting with anger."Who is this?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Kayla, who sent this?!""It's my mother!" I screamed, my voice breaking through the quiet room as tears ran down my face. "It's Eleanore! She has Amber, Lucien! She has our baby!"Lucien grabbed his radio and started giving orders. "Vance, lock down every airport in New York! Trace this number now! Get my jet ready in five minutes—""No!" I screamed, grabbing his shirt and pushing him back with all the strength I had. "Stop it! Are you crazy?! Didn't you read what she wrote?! She said if y

Kayla's POVThe train finally came to a complete stop in Oakridge, a quiet countryside town far away from the busy streets of New York. The air smelled of damp pine, fresh soil, and woodsmoke. It was completely different from the rain and chaos I had left behind.I held Amber tightly against my chest under the woolen shawl as I walked down the gravel road. My body was still aching, and every step pulled painfully at my C-section scar, but I kept going until I reached a small cottage at the edge of a wheat field.A wooden sign near the gate read: For Rent.An elderly man with silver hair, a thick wool sweater, and kind, wrinkled eyes answered the door. His name was Mr. Thomas."I... I saw the sign outside," I said, my voice shaking slightly as I looked at him. "I'm looking for a place for me and my daughter."Mr. Thomas looked at my pale face, then down at the tiny bundle wrapped in the shawl. Amber was sleeping peacefully against my chest.He opened the door wider, letting us escape t

Marcus's POVLess than six hours after that phone call, a black luxury sedan picked Sarah, the baby, and me up from the Toronto airport and brought us straight to a private airfield. Lucien's jet was waiting on the runway, its engines already running.When we landed in New York, the city felt heavy, gray, and suffocating. Another black car drove us through the streets and straight to the penthouse.The moment the private elevator doors opened into the living room, I barely recognized the place—or the man standing in it.The penthouse looked like a war zone. Glass from a broken cabinet was still swept into a rough pile near the wall. Maps of New York State, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Connecticut covered almost every wall, filled with red marker lines and thumbtacks.And then there was Lucien.He stood over a large table in the middle of the room, with Richard and Vance beside him.Lucien's dark suit jacket was gone. His white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his slee