CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE Ethan had already seen the young man standing in the middle of the road.He slowed down, keeping his pace steady. Emma didn’t like the fact that he was still moving. “I think you should stop the car, Ethan.” She said with a slippery voice, taking a deep breath. Seeing the wry smile on the strange man’s face, it dawned on her that they could be walking into a trap.Her heart beat faster, her perspiration increased, running slowly all over her face.Worst still, the young man looked like he had been standing there for a long time, awaiting someone he could ensnare. He was dressed in combat jeans, with no shirt.This made the scary tattoos all over his body visible, especially the drawings of guns, daggers, and skulls. Emma’s eyes widened when she saw those tattoos, and when the man took out a stick of cigarettes and lit it, she cleared her throat. The moment the man blew the smoke in the air, Emma looked at it like it was a warning sign, prompting her to turn

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE Emma stared with wide eyes, her blood almost seeming like it was running faster than it should.“What do you mean by that, Ethan? Why should I go to the back?”“Just trust me, Emma.” Ethan insisted, grabbing his wife’s hands.He looked her in the eyes, and then he took a deep breath.“This is not the time for us to argue, Emma. If you trust me, then you will do as I say. I don’t want these men to know that you are in here.” He paused for a while, still looking into the eyes of his bemused wife.“I have a plan, and the only way it is going to work is if you follow my instructions. Are you listening to me, Emma?”“What plan?” Emma asked, her breath shaky and seeming like it was no longer hers. “I already called the cops, Ethan! They promised that they will be here soon!”Ethan scoffed, prompting the certainty that Emma had to vanish.“Those men are going to deal with us before the police arrive. We have to do this on our own, okay?”Emma shook her head, but she kne

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVENEthan was the first to alight from the car, and then he waited for her to come down as well.She was taking her time, but he didn’t mind waiting for her to get down. Emma looked at the mansion, and then she took a deep breath.“I hope we don’t get into any trouble, Ethan.” She cleared her throat, and then she started to walk toward the building with her husband.She could have concluded that no one was living in the mansion because of the silence, but that didn’t seem like it was enough to come to such a conclusion. Ethan grabbed her hand and held onto it with a tight grip. “Don’t worry, I will protect you.” He said with a soothing smile, and then he took a deep breath. They continued with slow and steady steps until they stopped in front of the door. Ethan moved his hand to knock, but Emma stopped him.“What?” He turned to her, staring with a wry smile. Emma took a deep breath, and then she spoke with a calm tone, “I think we should use the doorbell.” Etha

Christoph turned to Emma, and even when he growled at her, it was obvious that it was not going to change anything no matter how hard he tried to get her to speak to her husband.He turned to Ethan, shaking his head while he gnashed his teeth as though he was about to crush him between them.“You do realize that you have no right to stand before me and make false accusations, right? You have no proof.” Ethan scoffed. “But I didn’t accuse you of anything, Mr. Christoph. I simply demanded that you hand Sabrina over,:“But I don’t have her! Don’t you get it?!” Christoph turned to Emma, growling furiously.“I don’t have your aunt! I have never seen that woman in my life!” His outburst made Emma take two steps backward, and she took a deep breath while she looked him in the eyes, frightened by his fierce eyes. Christoph’s stature was intimidating, and Emma was afraid that he was going to do something terrible to them.Nevertheless, she seemed to have seen the same thing Ethan saw, the gu

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE Emma groaned, staggering back to her feet. “I am alright.” She managed to break her silence, leaning on the wall to maintain her balance. Then she took a deep breath, turning to Sabrina. “Aunt Sabrina?” She called out, but there was no response. Unable to fight off the feeling that intensely surged into her, she quickly ran to the lady, went down on her knees beside her, and tried to get her to stand. “Aunt Sabrina?!” She called out again, but there was still no response. “Can you hear me?!” She pushed, her breath unsteady. “Get up, Aunt Sabrina! Wake up!” Tears slowly trickled down her face, and when she lowered her ear to Sabrina’s chest, she sighed heavily. “We need to take her to the hospital, Ethan!” She turned to her husband, breathing frantically. Paul shook his head in refusal. “No one is taking her to the hospital! She is not leaving my house! She is my wife!” Ethan growled at him, reminding him that he was with a gun. “That’s not your decisi