Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

The music blared, drowning out her cries for help. At last, she was dragged out through the back door. Filled with fury, Willow fought back. She delivered a strong kick that caught one of the kidnappers off guard.

“Ah!” The kidnapper did not react in time and received a fierce kick. At the same time, she landed a punch on another kidnapper who was not expecting it, delivering a blow to his face. Breaking free from their grasp, she sprinted forward, with the kidnappers giving chase and yelling. “Stop right there!”

As Willow ran through the employee corridor, she noticed it was empty, with no one around to ask for help. The sound of her footsteps rang through the reverberating hallway. Behind her, four kidnappers relentlessly pursued her, their footsteps closing in. She had to find a way to escape their clutches and find help before it was too late.

“Stop running. Stop!” Behind her came the shouts from the kidnappers. Willow’s disbelief was palpable as she realized she had become the target of kidnappers, and what was even more surprising was that they did not appear affiliated with any well-known international organizations. Her father had taught her some self-defense techniques and martial arts since childhood, providing her with valuable skills to handle encounters with ordinary men. Still, they might not be sufficient against highly skilled adversaries.

Since her bodyguards were out of reach, she found herself relying solely on her abilities in this critical moment. It was nighttime, and she was running through an employee corridor. Amid the chaos, she felt like a bewildered cat, desperately searching for any nook or cranny to offer her temporary refuge.

“Don’t escape, stand still!’ The kidnappers relentlessly pursued her, showing they were determined to catch her, even if it meant risking their lives for the ransom. She was gasping for breath. After all, a girl’s body had its limitations, and she was running out of air.

As Willow reached the deck position in that pivotal moment, a surge of despair threatened. to consume her. With nowhere left to hide, she braced herself for the worst. Yet, amidst the dimness, she discerned the silhouette of a man,. a figure that provided a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Though the surroundings obscured his features, she instinctively knew she was not alone.

She ran toward the man but did not clearly see what he was doing. She only saw that he had a gun, pointing it at a man kneeling before him.

‘Please spare me! I was forced to do it. Selling those files was not my plan,” the man pleaded, raising his hands before the tall, shadowy figure. His expression was filled with fear, as if he were standing before the king of hell, someone who could damn him with a single thought.

he immediately had a cunning thought and purposely shouted,

In that crucial moment, the man standing before him, driven by his sharp instincts, felt a presence behind him. He turned his head and saw a woman appearing from

forward, her movements slightly unsteady. In a moment of instability, she unintentionally leaned forward and embraced the man in

was too fast, creating momentum that forced her to embrace the

as she held on to him. At that moment, a piercing gunshot echoed through the air, capturing her attention. A mant

powerful force pushed her away, causing her to lose her balance and fall clumsily to the ground. Meanwhile,

inscrutable. Then, with a deliberate turn, his attention shifted toward Willow. The gun in his

mixture of shock and realization. This man not only openly carried a gun but also seemed intent on killing her. Only then did she realize

“I… I’m just someone seeking help. I was…” She turned and looked back, only to find that the kidnappers chasing her had vanished. She blinked, confident that the gunshot had scared off those kidnappers. Now, she was left alone here,

hurts!” Willow could not bear the force, and her face twisted in

with me,” the man commanded. “Why should I go with you?” She felt this man posed an even greater danger than the earlier kidnappers. Whom have

reason to suspect you’re in league with my target.” The man sneered, his eyes emanating a

the threat hanging heavily in the air. “Hey, let go of me! I know I messed up your plan. I can make it up to you. Just name your price!’ Desperate to

dragging her forward; her anxiety grew. “Sir, my name is Willow Presgrave. Feel free to check my background. I have absolutely no connection to

she found herself in midair. Suddenly, gunshots echoed from

as a bullet struck its mark before Willow was swiftly placed back on the ground. Whoosh! Another bullet whizzed past her face and hit a nearby metal plate, jolting her and leaving her