voice-it was Waylon, th

lothes torn to shreds. He had lurked like a predator in the shadows, ruthlessly tearing everything

ed of color. She spun around, planning to es

.

oe were nowher

ch limousine and pushed onto the plush lea

lence amplified her anxiety, nearly consuming her with fear. Sh

omeone seiz

gasped, unable to hold b

t as he held it gently, his voice soft and enticing, like a whisper

y formed, resembling an exquisite sculpture. Yet, the

though her foot was searing on hot

family, stood quietly outside the limou

tton swab to remove the blood and dirt. His touch was gentle, his deep-set eyes focused intently on the task

knew Waylon's intentions were n

pale. "Ms. Sullivan, I'm sure you understand our purpose. We

lier had been her first time, and Waylon, more than anyone else, should know the truth. Now, a month later, being pregnant and questioned in such a manner impl

one polite yet chilling, "We will soon take you to

n illegitimate child. Regardless of whether the baby was actually a Holden, it was not a

"Mr. Holden, please know that Oliver and Khloe were the ones who had orchestrat

th the care of handling a fragile artifact, his expression

ortion. Please, give me a chance to live. I will leave and never return to Kaip

aking, she suddenly fel

ow before slowly meeting her gaze. As her face paled with pain, he allowed a cruel

bracing herself for w

en, do not believe there's a p