Novel & Cerita Back From The Dead: Who Kidnapped Me

“Someone’s been kidnapped — my fiancée, Hannah Black. She is cuurently on phone with me, like she….” The officer behind the desk blinked, startled, before snapping into motion. “Sir, calm down. Start from the beginning. What are you talking about.” “My girl…!” My voice cracked. “She called me… no, I think I called her, but the call connected somehow, and I could hear her… she was terrified — and then someone else spoke, a man. He said…” I swallowed hard, the memory scraping down my throat. ‘Your life isn’t that important. No one cares about you.’ That hinted me that he had kidnapped her”

“I thought Micah and Sophia’s parents adopted her.” “Yeah, but that’s not the first time they met. In fact, she met him during one of his assignments.” Corbin’s brow furrows with confusion. “What assignment?” I share my screen and show him all of the information that I gathered. “This is a list of kids who were kidnapped by the serial killer, Edward Hansen III. They, along with April, were rescued by Micah six years ago.” As his eyes search the screen, I tell him about April’s suspicions and the information I found about their deaths.

I tried to bounce myself a little and felt the plush softness envelop me. I expected to be waking on a cold floor or basement. It was little more than I deserved for how I spent the years leading up to my arrest and prison sentence. But I wasn’t cold, and I certainly wasn't in a basement. Hell, there was even a soft blanket covering my body. What kind of kidnapper made sure you were covered with a blanket? Kidnapper. Fuck! How had I managed to get into trouble this time? I hadn't been in contact with anyone from that previous life. I was just getting my shit together. And now what? Was I about to die here?

We all waited silently, as the phone rang. After a while, the call was finally picked. Richard adjusted the volume to the highest and held the phone next to my face. “Camila, Where the hell are you? You left the mansion without saying anything, how did you even manage to sneak out?” Joe asked. I stared at Richard's eyes, waiting for his instructions on what to say. “Tell him you were kidnapped by some unknown people and that they want the release of your step sisters.” Richard whispered. “Hi, there is a big issue we need to deal with first.” I stated.

"Completamente destruido." It's dead. Completely destroyed. Carmen placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Pero nosotros estamos vivos," she said gently. "That's what matters." But we're alive. I turned to the road worker who'd been helping me. "Please," I said urgently. "I need to get home. My family — they don't know where I am. I was kidnapped. I need to contact them." The young man's eyes widened. "Kidnapped?" "Yes," I said. "I escaped. I've been trying to get back to Missford for two days. Please, I just need to…"

she said. It was then that it dawned on me-I had been played. She had no clue if Camilla would let them go. She just wanted to lure me here. I made a dive for my car, but a tall, burly man now stood there. I recognized him from the burial. The one who had kidnapped Kylian. My heartbeat tripled as I tried to reason with her, but a splitting slap landed across my face. She dragged me up by my hair, closer and closer toward the bridge.

I faced the other side, thinking about how sweet his lips tasted earlier. He didn't drive back to the club. We went straight home. I switched on the light when we stepped in. His phone beeped. “Who is this bitch?” He asked, staring at it. I walked to Jo's side. “What's that?” I asked. “I don't even know her, and she chased after us?” He sounded surprised. When I saw the picture, my eyes widened. “Do you know her?” He asked, and I slowly nodded. “Sarah. She is the girl that had kidnapped me. I didn't know she saw me,” I said.

Reynolds looked tired, his jaw tight, his gaze flickering between me and the table like he didn’t know where to land. “Caldwell,” Hargrove snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. “You’re wasting our time. Tell us the truth—why’d you run to Lucian Moretti? You think you can play the victim after cozying up to a mafia boss?” I lifted my head, wincing as pain lanced through my jaw. “I didn’t run,” I rasped, my voice hoarse, barely audible. “I was kidnapped. I was abducted on the day you told me he was out of jail, sir.” I looked at Reynolds, my eyes pleading. “You have to believe me, sir.”

I took a step back, wanting to run away from all this horrid news, when my knees collapsed and made me fall, when Beowulf caught me in his arms. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll save them,” he whispered in my ear, patting my head to comfort me. “I’m to meet with the kidnapper at Fort Park at 10:00 with the money, in which I’m having my accountants prepare right now. I’ll get them back to you soon.” “Take me with you,” I whispered, prompting him to turn to me in shock. “I need to see my kids! Take me with you!”

“And with kids?” I remained seated, unbothered. “Hello to you too, Evelyn.” Her eyes widened. “You—how dare you come back after running away like a coward!” she hissed. “You faked your death, and now you think you can just waltz in here and play victim?” James started to rise from his seat, but I held a hand up to stop him. “I didn’t run away, Evelyn,” I said evenly. “I was kidnapped. You know that. And if you’re implying otherwise, maybe we should ask Dominic to reinvestigate that night. With full transparency this time.”