Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Kidnapping cases usually boil down to money or revenge. Joseph was pulling in a cool million a year as a top executive twenty years ago. But when he and Rose were found, all their valuables, like watches, necklaces, and wedding rings, were intact.

Their family and social connections were straightforward, and they were known for their kindness, never making enemies.

Leanne was a little girl then, too young to be kept out of the loop as the kidnappers tried to intimidate Joseph.

While tracing through those chaotic records, her memories gradually resurfaced.

She was locked in a tiny, windowless, dark storage room with her parents, curled up in her mother's embrace while rats scurried around in the darkness.

On the last night, the door opened, and a man stepped in. The harsh glow from the hallway cast his silhouette large and ominous. Joseph stood before them, spat on the ground defiantly, and landed a kick.

despite the situation, wore a black mask and squatted down, tapping Joseph's

care about a small fry like

responded, "My loyalty isn't to Mr. Richardson. It's to my profession and countless clients of VectorVista Bank. You see this as a power play, but those you crush with a flick

do I care if they die?" the man sneered arrogantly, "Do you want to be their hero or a hero to

only chance

worry. I've arranged a little 'vacation' for you. No one's

Castillo, think it over

run, her aunt's phone number, and the family's bank PIN, emphasizing over and over that her parents loved her no matter what

never told her whom to seek revenge from after

...

through the door,