Chapter 1

The abandoned factory was choked with weeds, its crumbling walls looming over a battered red sedan parked just outside the entrance.

Inside, Isadora Vaughan's hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her lips -painted a deep rose-were sealed with a strip of yellow duct tape. All she could manage were muffled, desperate whimpers.

Her white dress was streaked with dirt from the grimy floor, exposing a pair of pale, slender legs.

A kidnapper, face obscured by a grotesque mask, crouched in front of her. His voice was gravelly and distorted.

"Miss Vaughan, you're Magnus Wainwright's fiancée. Three million dollars should be pocket change to him. All right-call him yourself."

He tossed an old cell phone at her feet. Then, with a harsh rip, he tore the tape from her mouth and untied her wrists.

A sharp knife pressed coldly against her neck.

Ringing. The line connected after what felt like an eternity.

A man's deep, crisp voice rang out, "Hello?"

Isadora trembled so hard she could barely keep hold of the phone.

"Magnus, I—I've been kidnapped. They want three million in ransom. Please... can you come save me?"

caught off guard. But when he spoke again, his voice was

told you-Elise is sick. Her dying wish was to have this wedding. Stop

Isadora

Harrison. Magnus's one true

last wish was to walk down the aisle with

she learned Magnus had agreed to

her. "No,

every word like a blade

Mrs. Wainwright in name. Why can't you

once? My patience is running

even care if I live or

tears. "If you don't

Magnus frowned, impatience flaring.

The breakup threat. Again?

you just let things

He was fed up.

kidnapper snatched

seems like you don't care much for this woman. Three million is

an immaculate white suit, phone in hand. Across from him, Elise stood in a

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