LOGINKayla’s POV
Steven’s eyes held no anger when I asked that question. Instead, something quiet flickered across them… a hint of memory, maybe even sadness.
The soft lighting from the orchestra hall reflected on his face, casting gentle shadows that made him look older, wiser, more vulnerable.
“I’m not mad,” he said finally, his tone calm and deliberate. “I just… don’t usually talk about that part of my life.&rdqu
Steven’s POVThe room was too quiet for comfort. The only sound came from the ticking clock on the cracked wall and the low humming of the generator outside.I sat at the small round table, staring at the cold plate of food in front of me. The beans were already dry, the bread stale, and the smell made my stomach twist. Still, I forced a few bites down. I needed to stay strong.Two guards stood near the door, their eyes glued to their phones. The third sat by the window, smoking and blowing the smoke toward me as if daring me to react. I clenched my fists, trying to control my irritation.“How long do you plan to keep me here?” I asked finally, breaking the silence. “Has Ives not contacted you again?”None of them answered. The one by the window gave a faint smirk but said nothing.My patience snapped. I pushed the plate away and stood up so fast the chair screeched against the floor. “I’m talk
Kayla PovThe voice on the other end sent a shiver down my spine. It was calm, deep, and far too familiar. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My fingers tightened around the phone, and my throat went dry.“Why are you calling me again?” I managed to ask, my voice breaking. “I already told you everything I know.”“Calm down, Miss Brookes,” the man replied. His tone was patient, but there was something in it that made my chest tighten. “I’m not asking for more information. I’m giving you some.”My heart skipped. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, trying to hear every sound in the background. “What do you mean?”“Steven has been found,” he said simply.I froze. The air in the room seemed to thin. For days, I had prayed to hear those words, but now that they were real, I couldn’t breathe. “He’s alive?” I whispered.“Yes
Kayla’s POVA soft beep echoed near my ear as my eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me looked white and blurry for a few seconds before my vision cleared. The faint smell of disinfectant filled the room, mixing with the quiet hum of machines.I turned my head slowly and saw my mother sitting right beside me, her hand gently holding mine. She looked exhausted but relieved. Her hair was a little messy, her eyes red from lack of sleep. When she noticed I was awake, she sat up immediately.“Kayla,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Thank God, you’re awake.”I blinked a few times, still trying to adjust. My throat was dry. “Mom? What… what happened?”Before she could answer, the door opened, and a doctor walked in with a clipboard in hand. He smiled as he came closer. “Good morning, Miss Brooke. How are you feeling?”I cleared my throat weakly. “Tired. And a little di
Steven’s POVThe road ahead was quiet and lonely. The van bounced roughly over uneven ground, the dim light from outside barely reaching through the tinted windows.The four men in the vehicle were all armed. Their guns were trained on me, their eyes cold and sharp. One of them sat directly across from me, his finger twitching near the trigger.They needed the guns.I’d made sure of that.My jaw tightened as I stared at them in silence. The air inside the van was heavy with tension. I could almost hear their hearts beating fast under their tough expressions.As the engine rumbled, my mind drifted back to the moment they first caught me.FlashbackI’d been dragged into the back of another van, my head covered with a rough black bag. The stench of gasoline filled my nostrils. The ropes around my wrists burned my skin as I twisted against them. I could hear them talking in low tones, laugh
Adrian’s POVThe sound of the metal gate screeched through my head as the warders dragged me down the narrow passage. My wrists hurt from the cuffs, but they didn’t care. I tried to resist, planting my feet firmly on the floor, but two of them pushed me hard from behind.“Move!” one barked.I lost balance and stumbled into the cell. The door slammed behind me with a loud clang that echoed in my chest.I turned around slowly, breathing hard. The cell stank of sweat, cigarettes, and damp walls. There was one man inside… tall, with messy brown hair and a grin that didn’t sit well on his face.“New roommate, huh?” he said, chuckling.I ignored him and sat on the cold metal bed. My hands trembled slightly as I pressed them against my knees. My thoughts were loud and ugly.Kayla.That woman had ruined me.If she had just agreed to come back to me, I wouldn’t have done any
Kayla’s POVI sat up in bed, the morning light slipping through the blinds, hitting my eyes like tiny knives. My phone was already ringing beside me. It was Maya.“Kayla, they’re on the line,” she said quickly.The screen split into two as the officer in charge of Steven’s case appeared. He looked tired, his voice dry from too many nights without sleep.“I understand your concerns, Miss Brooks,” he said, “but the media already caught wind of this. It’s a public case, and Steven Wade is not just anyone. The moment we got that sketch confirmed, things started spreading.”I tried to stay calm. “Then stop it,” I said softly, rubbing my temple. “You can’t let this go public yet. It’ll destroy everything. People already think I had something to do with Steven’s kidnap.”The officer shook his head. “We can’t control everything, Miss Bro
Kayla’s POVI didn’t know why I’d chosen this place.The restaurant hadn’t changed… not one bit. The same peeling green paint on the walls, the same worn-out chairs that wobbled when you sat, the same familiar scent of roasted vegetables and toas
Adrian’s POV“Adrian, do you even hear yourself?”Vivian’s voice echoed through the living room for what felt like the tenth time in one hour. Her tone was sharp, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes burned with something between frustration and disbelie
Kayla’s POVThe sound of his voice echoed up the marble staircase, loud and desperate. “Kayla! Please, just hear me out!”I stood frozen near the railing, my heart thudding in my chest as the security guards struggled to calm him. He was causing a scene… her
Kayla’s POV“…you may now kiss the bride.”The church erupted into applause as Haylee and Thomas shared their first kiss as husband and wife.I smiled, clapping with everyone else as the organ music filled the air. Haylee looked radiant in her white g







