Linda’s POVI waited for an answer, I needed to know. Because how could the excess of blood be explained?“Mr. and Mrs. Kingston are not doctors, they barely know the difference between me doing the procedure for an abortion and completely something else,” Kirby explained, walking towards the wall by the door and leaning her back on it.“So what did you do?” I was intrigued. Honestly, it felt like I was still bleeding, but there was not much pain down there, so I was really curious as to what she had done.“I mutilated a part of your genital area,” She confessed. “I had to do something that caused a lot of blood, or some at least.”My stomach churned at her admission, a mixture of horror and disbelief blanketing me. “You what? You mutilated me?” I whispered, still processing her words. Kirby’s expression hardened, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me shrink back instinctively. “I had to make it look convincing, Linda,” She replied, her tone devoid of emotion. “It

Chris’s POVFallon’s tone shifted instantly, her voice becoming more serious. “They called you? Are you sure?” She did not even give me a chance to reply before she shot another question. “What did they say?” I hesitated for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the chaos of emotions swirling inside me. “They said that they have Linda and that if I ever want to see her again, I have to do whatever they say.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before she responded. “Did they make any demands?” I wished that they did, I really did. I shook my head, even though she could not see it. “Not yet. They just said that they’d be in touch.” Fallon let out a sigh, the sound heavy with frustration. “Alright, Chris. Stay calm, okay? We are going to figure this out. But you need to let me handle it from here. Do you understand?” I scoffed. How was I supposed to just fold my arms and sit while my wife was being possibly tortured somewhere? “Yeah, no, that is not happeni

Chris’s POVWith the cover of daylight and the hustle and bustle of the villa’s activities, I made my way through the compound. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I was a well-known CEO, I should have people to do things like this. In fact, I had people that did things like this for me. But no, I wanted to do it. I wanted to be the one to save my wife. I headed to the fancy building from the back, making sure that I was not seen. My heart was racing but I was being very careful and being driven by one thing: getting Linda out of here. When I reached the building, I started to hear voices. My aim was to find a way to enter and that was what I did when I used the back door, walking into the very fancy hallway that soon led me past the kitchen area. I don’t think there were guards in the house, but there were a few maids who were busy doing what they were being paid to do. I was already wearing a suit so I think I fit easily into the scene. So instead of being suspicious, I s

Chris’s POVAs I drove, my mind stirred with plans and strategies. I needed to approach this situation carefully, ensuring that I did not tip off my father before I had a chance to confront him directly. And I knew just the person who could help me gather the information I needed. Arriving home, I wasted no time. I headed straight to my study, locking the door behind me. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number, waiting impatiently as it rang. “Hey, Chris, what’s up?” The familiar voice on the other end. “Jack, I need your help,” I said, my tone urgent. Jack was an old friend, someone that trusted to do some dark things. He also happened to owe me a favor, and now it was time to cash in. “Of course, man. What do you need?” Jack replied, his voice much more serious now. “I need you to dig up everything you can on my father,” I said, my jaw clenched with determination. “I need to know where he’s been, who he’s been meeting with, everything.” There was a small pause on the other

Chris’s POVIt was the next day and I had just come from a run to try to clear my head. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked into the compound, my sports clothes were drenched in sweat and I was tired. “Good day to you, Mr. Kingston,” The gardener greeted me, and I nodded his way, flashing him a small smile. But I felt weird, I felt like he knew. I felt like he knew about the Meghan thing on the news or via the internet. Whether he had heard it from his family or friends, the fact remained that I felt like he knew. And now, maybe he was judging me. Meghan had ruined my reputation and painted me as one of the biggest mistakes I had made in my life. I picked up my pace, wanting to get into the villa as quickly as possible, but without raising eyebrows. When I finally walked into the huge house, I let out a breath that I had not realized that I had been holding. Thirsty, I headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When I reached there, I opened the cabinet to grab a gl