Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke up in a bedroom that felt like a sanctuary.
It was my father’s guest suite in his city residence — large, bright, and safe.
No locked doors, no raised voices, no cold stares.
I shifted slightly, and a soft knock came at the door.
“May I come in?” Father asked.
“Please,” I whispered.
He entered carrying a tray with warm tea, toast, and fruit.
He set it down beside the bed and sat on the edge, his expression softer now, but still carrying that heavy weight of protection.
“Last night, I had every legal team and security unit I own begin work,” he said quietly.
“Daniel and Helen will not bother you here. Not ever again.”
I looked down at my hands.
“Who are they really, Father? Why did they want me to sign those papers so badly?”
His jaw tightened.
“Langford Group. It was their family’s company, but it has been bleeding money for years. They married you hoping to get access to your trust fund and your inheritance. They thought you were easy to control.”
I closed my eyes.
“So it was never about love.”
“It was never about anything but greed,” he said firmly. “But here is what they didn’t know — I have been watching them long before you walked into that house. I have been waiting for them to show their true faces.”
My heart raced.
“You knew?”
“I knew their reputation,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to see it for yourself, so you would never doubt your own judgment again. Now that you are safe, the game changes.”
Just then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I picked it up.
It was a text from an unknown number.
*Think you can run away? You took our child. We will get what is ours. Helen and Daniel do not lose.*
My hands shook.
Father saw the screen and his eyes darkened.
“They are already trying to scare you,” he said. “But threats are just empty noise. Watch what happens next — they will try everything they have, and every move they make will only bring them closer to ruin.”
Later that afternoon, Father called me into his study.
On his desk lay stacks of documents, contracts, and financial reports.
“Langford Group is in debt to multiple banks,” he explained. “But they still hold valuable assets — real estate, patents, and supply chains. If they can’t pay their loans, those assets go up for sale.”
“Are you planning to buy it?” I asked.
“Not just buy it,” he replied. “I plan to take it over completely, restructure it, and make sure that Daniel and Helen never have a single dollar to their name again. But this will not be fast. It will be a battle, and they will fight dirty.”
That evening, as I sat by the window, I felt a sharp movement inside me.
My baby kicked — strong and alive.
I smiled through my tears.
I had a purpose now.
I wasn’t just fighting for myself anymore.
I was fighting for her future.
And as the sun set over the city, I received a second message.
May you like
This one came with a photo — my father’s building, taken from the street below.
*We know where you hide. The game has only just begun.*
