The resounding reverberation of Elijah's laughter echoed relentlessly throughout his place, a heartless symphony that taunted my despair.When our gazes met, I no longer recognized the man I had once adored, only an unfamiliar figure consumed by malevolence and a distorted fixation."You're a devil!" I exclaimed."Please, my dear, do not test my patience any further," he whispered, his voice filled with a sinister undertone. "Like what I said If you wish to lay eyes on your son again, you will obey my every command."A surge of terror rushed through me as his words echoed in my mind. My precious son had been taken by this deranged man. The mere thought of losing him was unbearable."Alright, fine. I'll do whatever you want," I murmured, my voice quivering.Elijah leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin."I want you back, Samantha. I want everything to return to how it was before."I recoiled in disgust. "That's impossible. I'm already engaged to Marcus!" I whispered, barel

Marcus recoiled, his eyes a mix of fury and pain. "Why would you betray me like this?" he demanded."I trusted you.""I know I let you down. But I had no other choice. I had to protect Marco.""Protect Marco?"Marcus inquired.After a brief pause, I mustered the courage to reveal the truth."Elijah is the mastermind of the kidnapping, Marcus,” I confessed."He's been threatening me. He promised harm to Marco one again if I didn't obey,"Marcus fell silent, his complexion turning ashen. "I should have know this," he murmured at last."I should have seen it coming.""No," I interjected, shaking my head."It's not your fault. Elijah is desperate. He's capable of anything."Marcus let out a sigh and embraced me tightly."I swear I won't allow him to harm you or Marco again," he assured me.The weight of my betrayal lingered in the air as I whispered to Marcus, my voice trembling."I'm really sorry. I didn't intend for it to happen. I was desperate. Elijah had Marco."Marcus had forgiven me

But I didn't get a reply. Instead, I heard the loud purring of his car's engine before it vanished all at once. "F*ck!" I screamed and pulled my own hair in anger. "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck." But then the loud screams and shouts receded to a little pained sobs. I sat down on the tiled floor of the kitchen, the wine bottle pressed between my lips. I drank and drank everything until I almost choked myself to death. "Madam." Betty suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a towel. She wiped my face then pulled me up and sat me down in the bar stool of the kitchen's countertop. "Here, drink this," she said as she handed me a glass of water. "Betty..." I cried and drank the glass of water."Why is my life like this? What did I ever do to deserve this pain?"Betty gazed at me pitifully. She raised her hand, as though attempting to touch me, but hesitated. "All you ever did is to love unconditionally, ma'am."I cried even harder. "Then why... why does it hurt so much?""Because that's what love

The room spun as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like an insurmountable obstacle in my path. My heart pounded in my chest, a painful rhythm that matched the tumultuous storm raging inside me. I couldn't believe what I had seen on Elijah's message—the image of Marcus, naked, entangled with Sofia. It felt like a dagger through my heart, tearing apart the fragile illusion of happiness I had built with Marcus.But as I reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the door to the VIP room, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. There they were—Marcus and Sofia, standing together in the center of the room (now fully dressed, thankfully), their faces frozen in shock as they turned to face me."Samantha..." Marcus's voice trailed off, his expression a mix of guilt and desperation. "I can explain."But before he could say another word, I felt a surge of anger boiling up inside me. "Explain?" I spat, my voice dripping with venom. "Explain what, Marcus? That you were

My breath got caught in my throat. I stared at him in disbelief. "What?" I almost whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my own heart. "You... you can't be serious."But Marcus's expression remained unchanged, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. "I am serious, Samantha," he said, his voice firm."I want my son, and I'll do whatever it takes to get him."And as I stood there, my mind reeling with shock and disbelief, I realized that the battle for my son was only just beginning—a battle that would test my strength and resilience in ways I could never have imagined.With a sinking feeling in my chest, I knew that the road ahead would be long and treacherous, filled with obstacles and challenges. But I knew that I would stop at nothing to protect my son—to keep him safe from the man who had once held my heart in his hands.Because in the end, the bond between me and Marco, a mother and her child, is stronger than any betrayal, any heartache, any obstacle