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"My Lady—what are you doing?!"
Sophie reached for the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. I had locked the car with the press of a button, trapping her inside.
I barely spared her another look. She wasn't in any real danger—the car would automatically unlock in a minute if she tried again.
Still, I took a perverse satisfaction in her rattled expression, her face pressed against the window, her hands pawing uselessly at the door.
Let her feel powerless for a change.
Without so much as batting an eyelid, I waved down a cab from the street, the cold air nipping at my skin as I slid into the backseat.
Sophie's voice, muffled through the glass, grew fainter as the car sped away.
For a brief mont, I imagined the look of rage that would overtake her face once she realized she had no control over the situation.
That would teach her a lesson.
I leaned back in the cab, my mind already shifting gears. They thought they could keep under surveillance, that they had so hold over . They couldn't have been more wrong.
Today, I was eting Michael, and nothing was going to stop .
I had bigger things to handle than their petty sches. Sullivan had stolen my money, but if they thought that would cripple , they were mistaken.
I smiled to myself as the city blurred past the window.
The low hum of the cab's engine blended with the steady rhythm of the city outside as I leaned back against the seat, my thoughts miles away.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows on the streets of downtown. I glanced out the window, watching the world rush by.
Skyscrapers gave way to more modest buildings, storefronts blurred as the cab sped through narrow lanes, but sothing felt off.
At first, I dismissed the unease—a flicker of paranoia, nothing more. But then, as the scenery beca more unfamiliar, my gut twisted in ways I couldn't ignore.
I frowned, peering more closely at the surroundings. We weren't headed toward the studio.
In fact, the buildings seed older, more worn down, and the street signs didn't match the route I'd morized in my head.
The vibrant energy of the city was quickly being replaced by a desolate, industrial feel. My pulse quickened, and I sat up straighter, a knot tightening in my chest.
"Hey," I called to the driver, my voice cutting through the silence. "This isn't the way to the location I gave you. Where are we going?"
The man behind the wheel didn't answer. His face, partially visible in the rearview mirror, was unreadable, cold. His jaw tightened, and I noticed sothing strange—he wasn't slowing down.
My heart began to pound in my chest, louder than the engine itself.
"Excuse ," I said, more forcefully this ti, trying to mask the rising panic creeping up my spine. "Where the
hell
are you taking ?"
Still nothing.
My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seat. Adrenaline shot through my veins, but before I could shout again, sothing shifted.
It was sudden—an acrid sll that hit my nose. I stiffened as thick smoke began to curl around my feet, slowly filling the backseat.
A wave of dread crashed over .
No. No, this couldn't be happening. Not now.
I reached for the door handle instinctively, yanking at it with all my strength, but it didn't budge. My heart slamd against my ribs as the smoke began to thicken, the haze coiling around like a deadly fog.
Panic roared in my chest, my pulse hamring wildly as I clawed at the window, trying to force it down.
Locked. All locked.
"Let out!" I scread, banging my fists against the glass, but my voice seed to dissolve into the thickening smoke.
The driver's eyes t mine in the mirror, cold and emotionless. He knew. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn't care.
The smoke continued to rise, swirling around until it beca difficult to see. My vision blurred, and my throat burned as the air thickened with the noxious fus.
Shit
. I've been kidnapped.
The realization hit like a freight train. This was no ordinary cab ride—this was a trap.
A carefully orchestrated one, and I'd walked right into it.
It wasn't the first ti I had been kidnapped, far from it. But it had been years since I'd felt this kind of suffocating dread creeping up my spine.
The sensation of helplessness, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on —it was all too familiar, yet distant, like a ghost from a past I thought would never happen again.
Who was it this ti? Another branch of the Rosette family, perhaps? Their ambition knew no bounds.
Or was it Sullivan's brother? His cousins, maybe?
There were too many to count, too many people with grudges, too many vultures circling. Relatives, enemies, old ghosts—whoever they were, they were coming for , the fake heiress.
I fought to stay conscious, to think clearly, but the smoke was everywhere, seeping into my lungs, fogging my mind.
I pressed my sleeve over my mouth, trying to filter the air, but it was no use. Each breath was labored, my chest tightening with every passing second.
I tried to rember where I was, tried to piece together how this had happened, but the haze in my brain was making it impossible to think straight.
The streets outside were becoming indistinct shapes and shadows, the world spinning into a nightmarish blur. My vision swam, and the edges of my consciousness began to flicker.
"No . . ." I whispered, my voice barely audible now, my hands growing weaker as I pounded against the door once more. "Let out . . ."
But my strength was fading. My limbs felt heavy, and the smoke had wrapped itself around my senses like a suffocating blanket.
My eyelids fluttered, my head swayed, and then, with one final breath, darkness swallowed whole before I could open my bag to get my phone.
I slumped back against the seat, the world slipping away as consciousness abandoned .
In the last fleeting monts before everything went black, one thought lingered in my mind:
This was no accident. This was planned. And whoever had orchestrated it—they were playing for keeps.
The last sound I heard was the click of the locks engaging and the steady hum of the engine as the cab drove on, deeper into the unknown.
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Next week goals will be different for PS since we have reach the 100 PS milestone.
Next week, Every 200 PS = one Bonus Chapter.
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