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Since her previous deranged confession, she had never called me “Brother” again. Now, her pitiful “Con” grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
Stepping out of the lounge to avoid disturbing the others, my tone turned icy. “Vanessa, stop calling me. I will not cancel the engagement for you.”
I moved to hang up when her desperate voice screamed through the speaker. “If you won’t cancel, I’ll jump to my death!”
A fierce wind roared through the phone, making my blood run cold. This wasn’t just another empty threat.
My brows furrowed in irritation-and a creeping dread. “Where are you?”
“I sneaked back to Riverdale,” she replied, her voice eerily calm now. “Right now, I’m standing on the rooftop of that very building where your engagement is held. If you don’t cancel it, I’ll jump immediately.”
The estate’s main house was ten stories tall. Even for a werewolf, a fall would mean certain death.
(Connor’s POV)
“Threaten me? You think you’re worthy?” I sneered into the phone, cold contempt seeping from every word.
At this moment, every trace of brotherly affection I once held for Vanessa Reed had frozen over, replaced by bitter revulsion. Memories flashed through my mind-how I once tolerated this foster sister purely out of pack duty.
After her lies and manipulations to turn me against Olivia, I deliberately distanced myself. The final blow came when I heard from Moonlaw Legal Services that Vanessa secretly pressured them to mistreat Olivia.
That discovery led me to have Frank Langley start a thorough investigation into her activities.
Gritting my teeth, I vowed, “Vanessa, all the things you did to hurt Olivia… once I find every detail, I’ll settle the score one by one.”
Vanessa’s voice cracked with desperate sobs through the phone. “Con, do you really not care if I live or die? Why are you so heartless? Isn’t my life more important than a mere engagement ceremony?”
My heart remained cold as steel. “That act might work on other people, but with me, it’s useless.”
Without another word, I hung up mercilessly. I immediately turned to Raymond Brooks, who stood nearby awaiting instructions.
“Find Vanessa. She claims to be on the rooftop. Mobilize security immediately,” I ordered, my voice leaving no room for questions.
Raymond nodded sharply. “Right away, sir.”
I decided the engagement would proceed as planned. I was certain Vanessa wouldn’t truly harm herself, but if she wasn’t found soon, she’d undoubtedly try to sabotage today’s ceremony.
(Vanessa’s POV)
I stared at the disconnected phone screen, frozen for a moment before a hysterical rage took over. With a shriek, I hurled the phone at the wall, watching it shatter into pieces.
My hands swept across the nearby table, sending everything crashing to the floor in a frenzy. Vases shattered, papers scattered, and still my rage wasn’t satisfied.
From the sofa across the hidden guest suite at the Rivers Family Northern Estate, Damon Redfern watched my meltdown with mocking amusement. His blood-red hair stood in stark contrast to his pale skin, a Cuban cigar clamped between his lips.
“Miss Reed, how come you’re so quick to lose your composure?” he taunted, lazily lighting his cigar. His eyes gleamed with ridicule as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
I wanted to claw that smug expression off his face. Before I could respond, heavy knocks pounded the door.
Vincent Black, the hulking bodyguard standing behind Damon, moved to open it. His massive frame blocked my view momentarily.
“Boss, we couldn’t get the woman herself-the guards were too tight. But we grabbed the little one,” Vincent announced.
He stepped aside, revealing a small struggling figure. My breath caught in my throat.
There was Grace Winters, held up like a doll, her hands bound behind her back with hemp ropes. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, her mouth sealed with black duct tape. Her terrified eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at me in confusion and fear.
Damon exhaled a smoke ring and spat out a single word: “Useless.”
He glanced at his watch and stood abruptly. “Let’s go, to the rooftop.”
He cast a disdainful look down at me, still collapsed on the floor sobbing. His tone turned chillingly sardonic.
“Miss Reed, I advise you-stop crying over Connor Rivers. If Maxwell Wilson finds out, your end will be miserable. Even Zachary Zhou won’t save you.”
A sinister smile curled his lips, like the devil himself. “Actually, Brother Zhou wouldn’t bother saving you anyway.”
With that, he turned and strode away, Vincent following with the struggling child. They ignored my despair completely. wiped my tears with trembling hands, staggered to my feet, and followed them out of the room. My eyes were hollow, my heart empty.
(Olivia’s POV)
In the brightly decorated hall downstairs, only twenty minutes remained before the engagement festivities were set to begin. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the entrance to the lounge. Natalie Winters burst into the main hall, her face streaked with tears, her elegant makeup ruined.
“Grace is missing!” she cried, her voice breaking with panic. “I can’t find her anywhere!”
My heart dropped like a stone. I rushed to Natalie’s side, gripping her shoulders to steady her.
“What happened?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice calm.
Natalie’s words tumbled out between sobs. “We were just chatting in the lounge. Grace said she wanted to go play outside, so I let her… Now I can’t find her anywhere!”
Katherine Rivers approached, her face a mask of composed concern. She placed a gentle hand on Natalie’s arm.
“Don’t worry,” she soothed. “All the guests here today are our friends and family. Grace is likely just playing somewhere in the vast estate. She won’t be in danger. We can check the surveillance footage.”
But Connor’s brow creased sharply as he joined us. His ice-blue eyes had darkened with suspicion.
“My father’s already reviewing the security tapes,” I added anxiously. “Let’s split up and search, and send more people to help.”
Suddenly, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Everyone’s heads whipped toward the giant electronic screen that dominated one wall of the hall.
Originally set to show engagement videos and photos of Connor and me, it now displayed a horrifying sight: Grace tied to a chair, screaming and sobbing helplessly.
“Daddy, Mommy, Sister, where are you?” she waited, her little face contorted with terror. “Wuu wuu, I want Mommy! Bad uncles took me, please save me!”
Natalie’s legs buckled beneath her, eyes rolling back as she nearly fainted. I rushed to steady her, my own heart pounding with fear.
Natalie sobbed uncontrollably against my shoulder. “Olivia… what do we do… If Grace dies, I don’t want to live either…”
Despair and disbelief rippled through the gathered crowd. Murmurs of shock and horror filled the air as everyone stared at the screen in disbelief.
Katherine’s composed facade cracked slightly. “How could this happen? Everyone here is a trusted guest. How could someone kidnap Grace?”
Connor’s face darkened to a dangerous shade. “It was Vanessa. She just called me.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. “Vanessa?” I gasped, shock coursing through me.
My mind raced with implications. “Where is she? She’s coming after me! We must find her now! Let me talk to her!”
As Connor took out his phone to call, the hall speakers suddenly crackled to life.
Vanessa’s voice, cold and clear, filled the space:
“Olivia Winters, if you want your sister alive, come to the rooftop.”
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