CARDY FOSTER'S POV
I dialled my father's number, urgency tingling in my fingertips. Elliot's words needed to be relayed, their weight pressing on my conscience. Little did I know, my father was already aware, informed by Elliot himself, though reasons remained elusive.
Cornered by this unexpected revelation, I had no alternative but to embrace its truth. My father possessed knowledge beyond my reach, leaving me with no room to contest the matter.
Elliot emerged, his voice laced with a biting cruelty that chilled me to the core. "Never again," he seethed, "dare to engage in argument with me. Your autonomy is forfeit. I wield control over you, free to exercise my whims as I please."
Defiance surged within me, compelling me to refute his claim. "You do not, and never will, own me," I mustered the courage to declare. In response, he forcefully pulled me from my seat, pinning me against the unyielding wall.
"Never entertain the notion of challenging me again, let alone voicing it aloud," he hissed, his grip tightening as tremors overtook my trembling form. The fear of what he might do consumed me, coercing me into silence, lest he strangle the life from my fragile frame.
Finally, he released his grasp, his body collapsing to the floor. Tears beckoned at the corners of my eyes, yet their release was denied. My vision swirled in disarray, as though I had just emerged from a battle with a malevolent monster.
The grand day we had eagerly anticipated had arrived, its arrival catching me unprepared. Fate, however, held sway over my circumstances. As we made our way towards the church, I donned my wedding gown and felt a semblance of royalty.
Inwardly, I lamented, wishing that this auspicious occasion unfolded with the right person by my side. The preparations had been meticulous, fulfilling the desires I had harbored for so long. Alas, destiny dictated that I partake in this sacred union with the wrong individual.
As we arrived at the church, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing a sacred sanctuary adorned with delicate flowers and soft candlelight. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation, and the congregation warmly welcomed our presence. My heart fluttered as my father, a pillar of strength, guided me gracefully towards the ornate altar.
Yet, a peculiar sense of elation washed over me, casting a surreal aura upon the moment. It was as if I had been transported into a parallel universe, where happiness coexisted with an inexplicable uncertainty. Glancing at Elliot, my soon-to-be spouse, I noticed an absence of joy upon his countenance. Not a trace of a smile adorned his lips, nor a flicker of excitement danced in his eyes.
A mischievous thought invaded my mind, intermingling with the wedding jitters. "Why has Elliot never kissed me?" I pondered silently. A whisper of doubt crept in, conjuring vivid imagery of an unpleasant surprise awaiting me. What if his breath was foul, an olfactory assault I would have to endure in front of all our loved ones?
Suppressing these whimsical thoughts, I turned my attention back to my father. A warm smile graced my lips, a gesture of gratitude for his unwavering support. As the ceremony commenced, with the pastor's soothing voice resonating through the sacred space, destiny stood poised to weave its intricate tapestry.
Suddenly, amidst the sacred silence, a thunderous voice reverberated through the speakers, sending shockwaves through the assembled crowd. It was a voice both hauntingly familiar and deeply unsettling, yet I couldn't place its origin.
The doors of the church swung open, admitting a gust of wind and a figure cloaked in darkness. With a microphone clutched tightly in his hand, he strode forward accompanied by a troupe of menacing accomplices. Fear gripped my heart, for in that moment, I beheld the face of my sinister ex-lover.
"I love you, and I will have you back. No one but me is worthy of your hand in marriage," his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration.
A surge of panic overwhelmed me as I realized the danger lurking within these hallowed walls. Desperate to escape the clutches of impending doom, I leaned towards Elliot, my voice a trembling whisper. "Please, we must flee before he unleashes his wrath upon you or anyone else," I implored.
With unwavering determination, Elliot clasped my hand firmly, pulling me towards an inconspicuous exit behind the altar. The sounds of gunfire erupted, shattering the sanctity of the sacred space, but we were already gone. Our feet pounded against the pavement as we raced through the streets, my billowing bridal gown becoming an unwieldy burden. Tears streamed down my face, borne from a torrent of emotions. How had my joyous day taken such a tragic turn? And what of my father, still trapped within those perilous walls?
"Please, let me go back and rescue my father from that monster," I pleaded, attempting to free my hand from Elliot's grasp. Yet, he held on tightly, unyielding in his resolve.
"I care not for your father; my only concern is what is rightfully mine, and you, my dear, belong to me now," his voice was laced with possessiveness and determination as we continued our desperate flight.
"But the wedding has been cancelled," I protested, hoping reason would penetrate the darkness clouding his judgment. His gaze met mine, filled with a chilling intensity that sent shivers down my spine. We hailed a passing cab and climbed inside, our getaway vehicle hurtling away from the scene of chaos.
I stood there, perplexed and puzzled, my heart weighed down by a tangle of unanswered questions. The words echoed in my mind, resonating with a hint of disbelief. "You asked to marry me but you never showed any sign of liking or intimacy with me. Then why did you want to marry me?" I finally mustered the courage to confront Elliot as we stepped through the threshold of our home, a place that felt unfamiliar and distant.
His weary gaze met mine, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it a mix of exhaustion and resignation. The timbre of his voice resonated deep within me, leaving an indelible mark on my soul. "Better go inside and rid yourself of those burdens you carry," he advised, his words laced with an air of finality. "Wedding or no wedding, our union has already been cemented in the eyes of the law."
He turned away, his suit frayed at the edges, bearing witness to battles fought, wounds endured. It was as though he had weathered a storm, a lone warrior standing tall against a relentless onslaught. The evidence of his struggles adorned his tattered attire, speaking volumes about the strength that lay beneath.
Interrupted by the sudden intrusion of another matter, a call came in, breaking the fragile tension that hung in the air.
"Hello! Your father is nowhere to be found..."
Elliott Scott's POV"Elliot! Elliot! Elli-ot!" The sound of Cardy's urgent voice echoed in my ears, each repetition growing louder and more frantic."They've followed us home? Oh no, it's all over," I silently said to myself, panic gripping my heart. I quickly sought refuge in a hidden corner, waiting anxiously as Cardy forcefully swung the door open.As soon as I realized she was alone, a wave of relief washed over me, and I seized the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. But before I could disappear completely, Cardy confronted me with a mix of frustration and concern."I've been calling your name repeatedly, and you ignored me completely! What if I was in danger?" She exclaimed, her voice filled with reproach. Although her distress wasn't my concern, I couldn't help but inquire about the cause of her commotion."What happened? Why were you shouting so urgently?" I questioned her, moving closer to her. My curiosity outweighed any sympathy I might have felt."I just received a call sa
CARDY'S POVIn the dimly lit hotel room, tensions simmered between Elliot and me. As we stood face to face, I couldn't help but feel exasperated by his constant attempts to inflate his ego. "Stop making it seem like we had something serious going on in the bathroom," I snapped, trying to quell his delusions of seduction.Defending myself vigorously, I hoped to puncture through his self-absorbed demeanor, although truth be told, I never cared for any of it. The night stretched on endlessly, and I found myself drowning in regret for even coming to this hotel. My mind should have been focused on rescuing my father from the clutches of those vile kidnappers."Are you just going to stand there like a robot?" Elliot's voice carried a hint of concern, but it felt more like the desperate plea of someone wanting something from me. I refused to succumb to his heartless nature and decided to stand my ground rather than share a bed with him."Why don't you mind your own business and leave me be?"
ELLIOT'S POVMy shoes echoed as I slowly stepped into the meeting hall. Everywhere was dark and there was no sign of any living thing but I stood firm because I already know it's normal in the HUDSON GROUP meeting hall. No one seats except the president Elrod. The first light came up and pointed in my direction, fear gripped me but I had to stay calm and watch what wanted to unfold. They never cared about anyone, all the HUDSON GROUP cared for is their mission completed but I guess I have failed them this time but it wasn't my fault. But did I really fail them? What do they want from a middle class businessman when they are the elites of the city? Since the heart is a very secretive place, I couldn't open their minds to see what they all had in mind, so I left the thought and focused on the unfolding moment right in front of me. For what seemed like eternity, no one said anything, everywhere remained quiet like a dead ground. My leg somehow started shaking so I started turning roun
CARDY'S POVSince he had returned, that was when I started feeling hungry, and I decided to order food, at the same time thinking of ordering for him, or maybe he had eaten outside. I went to the sitting room to inform him and hear from him. My legs ache because I have been standing all day, bad thoughts filled my head, but it wasn't my fault because the situation at hand made me act that way. As I got to the sitting room, the aroma of food radiated, and I guessed it was from the kitchen. I glanced at Elliot's phone that was ringing but didn't I couldn't take his calls or even let him. As the call ended, I glanced at the screen again, expecting to see something that would justify my doubt that Elliot knew my father's whereabouts. But I saw a different thing, he was researching women. And the question said, "how to take care of women and make them love you." Smile escaped my lips as I held the phone in my hand and couldn't drop it. Is he developing feelings for me? I quickly dropp
ELLIOT'S POVLook at her amazing body. Does she really deserve this? I could feel her heartbeat. I knew she wanted me and I wanted her too because my dick was standing and needed to satisfy my urge at this moment but I couldn't do it. I stood at a spot for a few seconds and looked at her lovely angelic face. Her lips were so cute that no man would refuse to have a taste of it. As my body was touching her, I wanted to use that opportunity and grab her from the back but I couldn't. I guess she will be waiting for me to step on her and satisfy her because I know when a woman wants a man and how she reacts was a typical example of that. My plan wasn't to have any intimacy with her. The night she came to the hospital I wanted to make a call for my girls but she interrupted and still tempted me to do something. I slowly turned to leave and she didn't say anything. I understood the quietness but I couldn't do it. As I closed the door behind me, I stood and started refreshing my head to s
CARDY'S POV"Omg! I'm in trouble, I'm in a big mess, wtf!" I exclaimed as I paced round my room. I am really tired and don't know what to do.Now Elliot is demanding that my father's lawyer should sign all my father's documents and hand them over to me. What could be his plans? Who should I call? Absolutely nobody. I couldn't stand it, I picked up my phone to call our nanny at home but her number was not reachable. "What could have happened to her?" Maybe the kidnapper went after me and didn't see me then kidnapped her. "Omg! If I should run from here and return back to my father's house, I might be putting myself in a big mess but I must leave this house tonight." I said, my tears mixed with the sweat on my body.I started picking some of my clothes and arranging them in my box. Since I had enough money in my savings account and my normal account, I would use that to start life.As I contemplated where to go, something came to my mind; "what if I leave and Elliot goes after the law
CARDY'S POV "Do you want to kill me?" I tried to cough but couldn't because of how tight his hands were on my neck. I tried to pull myself out but couldn't. Did he take any hard drugs? Fear gripped me because I couldn't see myself making it alive from his hand. Could he just say what he wants? After some moment that I felt I was already in the spirit world, he loosened me and warned, "This is just like a preamble to what will happen to you if you fail to take those documents from your father's lawyer." He paused and turned, moved from the place we both stood to the kitchen door, and continued. "And you should know that trying to play me would only get you into more trouble, so play smartly. Hahahaha." I coughed profusely while that son of a bastard laughed at me like a piece of jokes. "What did I ever do to you, bastard?" I shouted on top of my voice but he didn't reply to me and went into the kitchen. I went down on my knees. Elliot came out from the kitchen with a glass of wat
ELLIOT'S POVGetting to the HUDSON GROUP again, another day for half dead, half alive. Because, I always tell myself that it could be the last time I see the blue sky.They might just get upset and end my life, but at the same time, I believed I was still important to them, very, very important, and I will use the damn opportunity to the fullest. The guards mounted in every corner of the building. Up and down, left and right. I don't think anyone can attack them unless the building is destroyed by a bomb. I walked majestically into the first door, and I was searched by the searching machine. A building filled with so many days, so many securities. Both human and machine, automatic and manual. Before one can get to the main hall, you would have gone through 17 giant doors with securities. Each step I took echoed in the place because most of the rooms were empty and few with the substance they said they were selling. I never knew what it was, and they never showed me what it was, so