Ransom の小説・ストーリー

he says, voice firm. We both say it in unison. “No.” Michael raises a brow, clearly unconvinced, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Good. I needed to know that. Because what we are dealing with right now isn’t just complicated it’s dangerous.” My stomach drops. Dangerous. That word alone makes my chest tighten further. I can feel every fiber of me alert, every nerve ending on edge. Michael takes a deep breath. “We received a ransom call. Naomi has been taken. They are demanding 500,000 for her release.”

Good girl, I like that, straight to the point, well all I need from you is a little ransom to let your boyfriend loose. Just stay by the line, I would call again. He said just before he hung up. Shit, this dude was smart, I lost the signal mum. I called out. My attention was turned back to the line as the same person was calling again. Now, like I was saying, all I need from you right now is a little ransom to let your little toy go. Listen closely, all you need to do is, go to the bank and cash out some money, and will be telling you the amount later.

Planned. By 7 a.m. the first ransom demand came through an untraceable email to Ryder’s private account, copied to me. *50 million or she dies slowly. No police. No media. Deliver by midnight or we start sending pieces.* The amount was insane. Even for Ryder it would require moving assets, drawing attention. The point was viciously clear: our love, our past, our inability to stay quiet had made my mother a target. Someone wanted to punish us by destroying the one thing that forced us to slow down.

"Miss Jones, are you asking me on a date?" "No," she answers too quickly. "I'm blackmailing you. Well, it's not really blackmail...it's more of a quid pro quo. And it's not really a date...it's a plus-one. It's a weekend. A deal for a weekend from hell." Her sentences all run together. I work diligently to keep my lips from gaping open. "Blackmail? Deal? Plus-one. A weekend wedding from hell?" She nods. "I'm intrigued." This is more than a deal. This is the day I've been waiting for, and I intend to seize it. "A whole weekend?" I ask. "Will we travel somewhere?"

I signalled her to answer it and did it while putting it on the phone speaker. "Hello there", Naomi responded with a panic-filled voice. "Kayla is with me. I need a ransom of $50 million to release her", a male voice answered from the other end. She looked at me, and I nodded, which indicates she should cooperate. "Ok, I'll pay. So where can I get my girl and your money?" She answered after my indication. For a moment, the voice didn't say anything. "You ain't serious", the voice said before hanging up the call. Naomi was visibly shaking, so I rushed in to hold her. I helped her sit and calm down. "What is the person up to?" This question persists in my mind.

I push back. The man laughs, hard. “And what do you think you can offer me that’s better than she did? Forty percent of the ransom? Huh?” He jerks his head and the back of his hand catches my face, knocking me to the ground. Ransom. The word hits me like a punch. Dani wants to use Sofia to collect money. “And what makes you think she’ll ever receive it?” I spit, forcing out the question. “Shut up and move.” He shoves me to my feet.

" They requested a ransom of one million dollars. To be ready in one week. " " You've got to be kidding me! She isn't even worth it! Why are we bothered again?"

Latisha spoke up, "During this time, I messaged Rome and told him about Lily's situation. He quickly made his way here when he got my message." Rome joined the trio and gave his suggestion, "I told my staff to prepare a stack of notes and place them in a duffel bag. Don't worry. The amount is much, much less than the 50 billion dollar ransom." "Guys, you know how to formulate the plot from there." said Barry over Ethan's phone. "Indeed, we do." replied Jonas. Just then, a car pulled up behind Lily's car, where everyone was standing. "That must be our duffel bag of cash." said Rome as he walked over to the car.

But still, who could it be? The mystery voice! There`s no other. It`s him! “We are not paying the ransom.” “Are you sure?” she said, “I mean, I already agreed and set the date. They`ll send the location on that day. And they said I should come alone.” “Give me their number.” “They are changing it every now and then.” “We are not paying the ransom. Not since you got me involved.” As I looked for my Russian money, later that night. I couldn’t find it. I turned the room upside down but had no luck on evening getting one piece of a note by mistake. No backpack, no money. Not even a single note.

he says, voice firm. We both say it in unison. “No.” Michael raises a brow, clearly unconvinced, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Good. I needed to know that. Because what we are dealing with right now isn’t just complicated it’s dangerous.” My stomach drops. Dangerous. That word alone makes my chest tighten further. I can feel every fiber of me alert, every nerve ending on edge. Michael takes a deep breath. “We received a ransom call. Naomi has been taken. They are demanding 500,000 for her release.”