Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Zara, you’ve gone mad!” Henry bellowed, “Put down the gun right now!”

“I knew it.” Zara gave Henry a painful look. “At the crucial moment, you would still choose to side with your grandson.”

“He’s right. I shouldn’t have helped you,” Henry fumed with a trembling voice. “Put down the gun and follow Zachary to the police station.”

“No, I won’t!” Zara screamed. “I refuse to go to prison. How can I, the pride of the family, end up there? Didn’t you promise to save me by sending me away? Why did you change your mind just because of a few words from him? I’m a Nacht too. In fact, I’m your daughter! How can you bear to do this?”

Just as Zara unleashed her tirade, tears streaked down the sides of her face. She realized that her last sliver of hope was slipping away.

She didn’t understand how her father could be so cruel to her.

she was even closer to him by blood than Zachary

doing

There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in

was so desperate that

her?” Zara refused to trust him. “He might tell you that he’s taking me to the police, but he might actually be

“You…”

more time.” Zachary ran out of patience and pointed his gun at Zara. “On the count of three, if you don’t let Mr. Spencer go,

all of you were raised by this old

a nerve. Ben, Bruce, and all the other

the orphanage by Spencer who single-handedly raised them. Now that his life was

this madness!

Unable to stand, all he could do

back off!” Zara barked

him or I’ll

prowess and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed

Zara aimed at

“Argh!”