روايات وقصص ضمن Story Of Taken 2

Steele searched the house and knew in the first ninety seconds that Tabby hadn’t left of her own free will and that it had been Tremaine who had taken her. After he found the wet towel and cleared the ground floor, he’d found two pairs of foot prints leading out of the bathroom and down the hall. The most troubling part was that both of the foot prints were men-sized and wearing shoes. That could only mean that one of them was carrying Tabby. They’d grabbed her right out of the shower. Naked, scared, and all alone.

I dragged Sofia into the main living room like a suitcase. The priceless Renaissance oil painting that used to hang on the wall was gone. In its place was an oversized photo of Sofia and Lorenzo, pressed together as they looked deeply into each other's eyes. What a revolting sight. I raised the gun and fired once. The photo frame shattered, glass raining down across the floor. Sofia screamed, intending to escape, but I kicked the back of her knee, forcing her to kneel onto the shards.

Because if I remembered this world, if I knew the beats of the story, maybe I could twist a few of them. Which brought me to him. Ethan Quan. You know how every story has that one character? The one who’s too good, too smart, too emotionally aware to be stuck in a subplot? That was Ethan. CEO of his own tech company by twenty-four. Paralyzed from the waist down after a car accident that probably wasn’t an accident. Quiet. Brooding. Hot, obviously, in that devastatingly intense way that made every conversation feel like a chess match with sexual tension.

I was moved beyond words, and after I got pregnant, I refused to have an abortion, even at the threat of my life. When my child was about to be born, they made love on the sofa in my bedroom, thinking that I was asleep. That was when I knew that my child and I were only useful tools for him to save Vivian. I sacrificed my future, only to get a marriage filled with deceit and violence in return. Shaking away the memories in my head, I went back to my bedroom. It was clear that Vivian had an allergic reaction, so I sent the sheets for testing. Because I used my connections to have the process expedited, I got the test results immediately the next day.

’ That day, my right to consent was stolen and taken. “The deal is for an Australian merchant. His cousin has been trying to take him out." Rossetti threw a picture at me. “Take his cousin, wife and children out," He ordered. My gaze swept across the picture in my mind. It was a picture of a happy man and his family. The two little girls were exact copies of their mother. “What's my share in this?" I asked with a lump in my throat. “Share?" Rossetti mocked asked, “Who says you get a share?"

Troy was hopping mad after reading the report about Marcus Madrigal! No wonder that the man looked familiar when he first saw him because he was the same man who took away his angel, and in the end, he had to kill that woman and her daughter to avenge his wrong feeling. He was furious that Alicia assisted his enemy in entering his territory! A few years had already passed and he could still remember the anguish on Veronica’s husband’s face as he witness how his family was killed in front of him. Over the years, it gave him satisfaction while know that the man she chose instead of him was suffering!

Amara didn’t blink. She swiped the card. The machine beeped. Approved. I stared at the receipt. She folded it and tucked it into one of the bags. “Don’t look at it,” she said. “Just enjoy it.” We walked out with more bags than I could carry. Amara called a pack driver who appeared with a sleek black SUV. He loaded everything without a word. Amara slid into the back seat beside me. I stared at the bags piled around us. “I feel sick,” I whispered.

"This isn't over. I created this system. I know its flaws, and I know yours. This company is poisoned." ​"Maybe," Andrea conceded, moving past him toward the exit. "But the poison is now contained." ​We left The Archive, leaving Reed standing alone in the dark, silent core of his failed ambition. We were exposed, exhausted, but alive. We had fought a market manipulation, a corporate espionage plot, and a decade-long plan of asset theft, all in one twenty-four-hour period. ​"Where now?" I asked, as we scaled the fence, heading back into the late afternoon sun.

"You watch. You learn. And when we find Moretti, you’ll be the last thing he sees before the lights go out. I want him to know that the 'Asset' he tried to steal is the one who ended his bloodline." Eden nodded. "Okay, Daddy." The word was a soft, chilling promise. She wasn't a victim anymore. She was the trigger. "Move out," Father barked. The penthouse exploded into motion. Silas and his crew headed for the elevators, their weapons slung low. Daniel and Felix dived into the digital war. I looked at Eden one last time before heading to my office. She was standing by the window, the gold crest glinting in the moonlight, looking out at the city like a queen surveying a battlefield.

"I sent a clear message. On one fateful night, I sent my men to deal with Evan and James' parents. The operation was meticulously planned to be a warning, a warning that would make it clear I wouldn't tolerate interference." He paused, watching Elena's reaction. "Evan's parents were killed in a staged accident, a fire in their house that spread quickly. On the same day, James' parents' house was invaded, and the massacre was so brutal that it left an indelible mark on James' mind." Elena felt a chill down her spine as the story revealed the man's cruelty and the extent of his actions. "So, you're responsible for the tragedy that shaped Evan and James' lives." "Exactly," the man said with a c