Ransom の小説・ストーリー

It was like witnessing a storm brewing, powerful and intense, yet I was powerless to stop it or intervene, forced to watch it destroy all in its path. "Ransom? The word echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. "How could I be the ransom? What does that even mean?" Memories flooded back to me – the way Ryan had looked at me back at the penthouse when he had choked me, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and something darker, something sinister. I tore my gaze away from Matteo and Wyatt, both of whom seemed to be on the verge of exploding, and I honestly didn't have the energy for them right now. I had done nothing

She said Okay, I was going to humor her "Okay, what does she need my help with? Money? An apartment?" I asked "Ransom." She said I went silent, ransom?? "What?" I asked "He took her...he took her and he says you need to pay or he'll kill her " she sobbed silently Kill??? My heart raced, just hearing the word kill and Hanna made my stomach churn. "Faith, calm down and explain what's going on." I said

I grabbed it with shaking hands and turned on the screen. A new message. I read it aloud, my voice hollow. "Instructions for ransom drop. Tomorrow morning. 6 AM. Griffith Park, east side hiking trail. Vanessa Lancaster brings the money. ALONE. No police. No husband. No Sebastian. Just Vanessa. If anyone else shows up, both children die. If we see surveillance, both children die. If Vanessa doesn't come alone, both children die. You have 8 hours." I looked up at Vanessa, and I saw the terror in her eyes.

He encircled his hands around my waist forming a tight possessive grip around it. His proximity terrifying me. I don't know what is cooking inside his head. My self-respect holding me back from asking him anything regarding his next move. Why does he want to marry me? if wanted it then there were many other ways. Instead of standing marriage proposal he kidnapped me and now forcing me to marry him. Moreover his this mysterious way of marrying me and abducting me giving me the wrong vibes. It caused my heartbeats to run at a wild pace. The door was unlocked by him through a remote. I eyed that remote like it's the only marvel of God on this earth because it's the only thing that can pull me o

Blair grabbed her phone. "What do I say to buy time?" "What's the ransom amount for Keira?" Rogers knew the Wystovian team wouldn't share that information. "10 million for Keira." Roman was the one to answer. Rogers whistled. "Tell them you're working on securing the funds but need proof they're still unharmed before proceeding," Rogers instructed. "Banking hours, liquidating stocks, transfer limits, they are all reasonable delays they'll expect from someone trying to gather ten million dollars."

Just when it seems like they're about to be overwhelmed, something unexpected happens. Just when all hope seems lost, the company is hit by a ransomware attack. This attack encrypts all of the company's data, rendering it inaccessible. The company is in chaos, and it's clear that they're not prepared for this kind of attack. This gives Samantha and Andrew the opening they need.

“Do not worry, such a day will never come.” With a wave of the hand from Thomas, Aries turned around and left. Several accountants were called over. They sat on the other side of the long table and faced the Gomez family’s accountant. Thomas followed up and said, “Sterling Technology wants a settlement of fifty-one billion and six hundred million dollars as a ‘ransom’ right now as a prerequisite for us to be free. Settle the accounts with the Gomez family.” “Yes, sir,” the accountants replied efficiently. The financial department of the two companies began the transaction immediately.

"Your fiancée is with us. Don't call the police, or she dies. Ransom: $300,000,000. You have twelve hours. Fail, and you'll never see her again." "What the hell is this?" My fingers trembled around the phone as the air thinned to crisp. Every breath hurt, and the panic clawing at my chest intensified the more I tried to make sense of the message. Three hundred million? Twelve hours? Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money?

and my brain can’t process what I’m hearing. Who is he? He makes three more calls. Each one shorter than the last. Each one more terrifying. Then my phone buzzes again. The ransom instructions. An address in the warehouse district. One hour. Dante reads it over my shoulder, and something that might be a smile ghosts across his lips. It looks nothing like happiness. “Perfect,” he says, and it sounds like a threat. We take his car.