Chapter 160
Author: Gem Lynne
last update2025-09-04 22:16:15

The scorching sun hung low in the sky, dipping into streaks of orange and gold as the day dragged toward evening. Nathan had been on the move since morning, weaving through the city’s bustling streets like a shadow no one noticed.

All day, he had been driving from one part of the city to another with Amelia in the passenger seat, slipping into exclusive neighborhoods where the homes of the wealthy stood behind high walls and steel gates. His jaw was tight, his expression carved from stone, every muscle in his body radiating the quiet desperation of a man on edge.

Amelia sat quietly beside him, clutching her phone but barely using it, stealing glances at him every now and then. She had seen Nathan angry, but this was different. He was calculated. Focused. Terrifyingly so.

Nathan hadn’t told Taylor’s grandfather about her disappearance. Instead, he’d fed him a controlled lie over the phone early that morning.

“She went for an unplanned event,” he had said smoothly. “I’m joining her ther
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  • Chapter 163

    Master Fields rose from his chair slowly, walking closer, his cane tapping softly against the floor with each step.He stopped just inches from Nathan, looking down at him with dark satisfaction.“This,” Master Fields murmured coldly, “is what happens when you kill a Fields.”He raised his cane and brought it down hard against Nathan’s shoulder.CRACK!Nathan staggered but caught himself, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing with hatred.Master Fields smiled cruelly.“Thrash him harder,” he ordered softly. “I want him broken before I end him.”The men obeyed instantly. Batons rained down on him. Steel rods slammed into his sides. A heavy boot collided with his stomach, forcing him to double over, choking on air.Taylor’s sobs filled the basement, her entire body trembling violently as she yelled, “STOP IT! YOU’LL KILL HIM!”But Master Fields only watched, his expression cold and detached, the remote still steady in his hand, ready to erase her existence at the slightest provocation.

  • Chapter 162

    Master Fields leaned back in his chair, his thin fingers drumming lazily against the armrest, his cold gaze locked on Nathan. The air in the basement was heavy, thick with tension, fear, and something far darker. Then, without warning, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, growing louder until it morphed into a harsh, mocking laugh that echoed against the stone walls.He tilted his head, squinting at Nathan as though sizing up a bug beneath his boot.“Let her go,” he repeated, his tone exaggerated, mocking, twisting Nathan’s words into venom. Then, as if the command were a joke, he turned his gaze toward Taylor, tied helplessly to the pillar.His lips curled into a sinister grin.“Let her go?” Master Fields said softly, almost whispering the words before his laughter burst out violently, sharp and cutting. “Oh, Nathan… I don’t plan to let her go. I want to blow her off the face of this earth.”Taylor’s eyes went wide, her chest heaving as fresh tears welled up. Nathan’s fists clenched

  • Chapter 161

    Nathan adjusted on his seat, his jaw tightening as he glanced sideways at Amelia, who was leaning forward curiously, her knuckles pale from gripping her knees. His breath came slow but heavy, his mind already calculating the possibilities. He clenched his phone tighter and asked hoarsely,“Who are you?”But the line went dead.The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut through the air. Amelia blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion.“Who was that?” she asked, her voice laced with unease.Nathan’s chest rose and fell slowly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white. He turned his head slightly, his eyes shadowed with intensity.“Taylor’s supposed kidnappers,” he said flatly. “They just told me to come over.”Amelia gasped, her mouth parting in disbelief.“What?!” Her voice cracked, and she immediately fumbled for her phone. “Let me track the number down. I can get the location within minutes and…”Nathan cut her off sharply, his tone calm but c

  • Chapter 160

    The scorching sun hung low in the sky, dipping into streaks of orange and gold as the day dragged toward evening. Nathan had been on the move since morning, weaving through the city’s bustling streets like a shadow no one noticed.All day, he had been driving from one part of the city to another with Amelia in the passenger seat, slipping into exclusive neighborhoods where the homes of the wealthy stood behind high walls and steel gates. His jaw was tight, his expression carved from stone, every muscle in his body radiating the quiet desperation of a man on edge.Amelia sat quietly beside him, clutching her phone but barely using it, stealing glances at him every now and then. She had seen Nathan angry, but this was different. He was calculated. Focused. Terrifyingly so.Nathan hadn’t told Taylor’s grandfather about her disappearance. Instead, he’d fed him a controlled lie over the phone early that morning.“She went for an unplanned event,” he had said smoothly. “I’m joining her ther

  • Chapter 159

    James slumped against the iron chair, his breathing ragged, lips cracked, and fury flashing in his bloodshot eyes. Every muscle in his body trembled, not from fear, but from the sharp bite of betrayal clawing at his chest.“You devil,” he rasped hoarsely, forcing his voice through clenched teeth. “I should’ve known better than to trust a snake like you.”Thelma tilted her head slowly, a sly, almost amused smile curling on her lips. The dim basement light danced across her sharp cheekbones, making her look even more dangerous and predatory.“My, my, James,” she said, her voice honeyed but edged with venom. “Such unkind words from someone helplessly sitting under a roof I granted, alive, because I allowed it.”“You call this living?” James spat, his voice breaking as pain surged down his spine. “You’re worse than Nathan, worse than anyone. You…”Before he could finish, Thelma’s devilish laughter echoed in the basement. It was low, chilling, and mocking, like a blade sliding against ston

  • Chapter 158

    The night inside the Fields Estate was unnervingly quiet, yet one room at the far end of the east wing remained lit.Master Fields sat in his massive rocking chair, its polished mahogany creaking softly under his weight. The faint ticking of the antique clock above the fireplace blended with the sound of his breathing. His bedside lamp flicked on… then off… then on again, his restless fingers toying with the switch.Sleep had long abandoned him. His gray eyes, sharp and calculating despite his age, stared at the dark carpet as his mind replayed decades of grudges, regrets, and unfinished wars.Suddenly, a firm knock echoed at his door.“Come in,” his deep voice rumbled.The door opened quietly, and Koret stepped inside. He bowed respectfully, his dark suit pressed to perfection despite the late hour.“Sir,” Koret said quietly, his tone carrying urgency. “I thought you should know… Thelma has moved into the south basement with her group.”Master Fields leaned back slightly, his brows k

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