How Did Vance Hopper Get Kidnapped In The Black Phone の小説・ストーリー

But the word Bryan had spoken before I ran upstairs echoed with terrifying resonance: “kidnapped!” “No, wait!” I shouted, running to Bryan and seizing his shoulders, ignoring Robert’s startled protest. “What did you say earlier? Before I left you too just now? My wife was kidnapped! You said it! What did you see?” Bryan, still weak, forced the words out. “I saw… I saw five hefty men… Heather than I am. They were in black uniforms. They hit a gun on your wife's head and covered her head with a black tube. Boss they were professionals. They carried your wife to a black van. I tried to follow, but… the drug hit me too hard. She was taken by professionals. Not escaped.”

Then, he put the phone next to her. "Start now. I'll count to three. Do you not need your fingers anymore?" Chelsey was trembling with fear. "I don't even know what the vault is for. Do you still expect me to know the password? I really don't know the password. I would tell you if I did ..." "Three, two …" The kidnapper had already raised the knife in his hand. Chelsey blurted another random password, "512512." The kidnapper picked up the phone and said to the person on the call, "Did you hear that? Try 512512."

“I will explain later.” A crackle interrupted him, a radio clipped to the kidnapper’s belt. Both of us froze. “Black, do you have her?” a voice asked, too familiar. My blood ran cold. Lucas? “Black, this is Lucas. Do you have her?” the voice repeated. A gasp ripped from my throat. My entire body recoiled. Gordon grabbed my arm. “Diana, move.” He pulled me through a rusted side door, up a narrow corridor, and out into the night. He bundled me into his cab and drove straight to the penthouse.

A kidnapping involving one hundred million dollars and the wife of a billionaire CEO candidate would be international news. "I called her twenty times," Nicholas continued, his voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "There was no answer. I drove straight here from the airport because I knew—I fucking knew—you had something to do with this." "I can explain—" I started. "Elijah and Maya were kidnapped," Nicholas interrupted, stepping closer. "And Vanessa went to do the ransom drop alone. That's what the news is saying. They're saying that she brought one hundred million dollars to Griffith Park by herself at six AM and got kidnapped."

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

Back then, I didn't dare. Now, I wasn't allowed. If I showed my parents even a little affection, if they showed me even a little care, if anything I did made Vera even slightly unhappy, I was always the one they abandoned. This time was no different. "Henry, Marina." Tristan's voice stopped all three of them. "I've called Estelle several times. No one's picking up..." I smiled and shook my head. The kidnapper had smashed my phone a long time ago. How was he supposed to reach me?

So he stayed in the car. His phone buzzed in his lap. He didn’t even have to look at the screen to know it was important. The number was unknown. He answered on the second ring, keeping his voice low and steady. “Who is this?” The voice on the other end was distorted, calm, and direct. “Ethan Black. Your father’s empire is crumbling. I have evidence of the drug trial cover-up, the twin separation, and his involvement in Lila’s kidnapping. Meet me at the old pier tomorrow at midnight. Come alone.”

… "Mr. Kane, the Fangorian court says there's still some key information missing from the evidence we've provided. Please come over as soon as possible. It's best if you can clarify things in person." After the call ended, I clenched my fists, my nails digging deeply into my palms. This time, I was determined to seek justice on Mom's behalf. I immediately booked the earliest flight to Fangoria. Just as the car was about to reach the airport terminal, however, a black van rushed out from the side and rammed into the car. The impact made my head spin. Before I could even recover from the dizziness, a sack had been thrown over my head. "Don't try anything funny. Your wife has sold you to us!"

“I would also be in charge now if I hadn't been so preoccupied with love at the time and had instead concentrated on my work." "It's never too late to turn things around." With a genuine tone, Vance gave her a gentle pat on the hand. "What's meant to be yours will stay yours—Portia and her son can't take that away." Haley revealed every detail of her experience throughout their breakfast, including how she had set up a trap for Portia to fabricate proof and how she had deceived the kidnappers with promises. The afternoon was lost in their mutual laughter as Vance laughed so hard that he banged the table, tears running down his cheeks.

“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”