No Strings Attached

The attendant who had been assisting Clara with her wedding dress lay unconscious on the floor, and Clara herself had vanished without a trace.

lan immediately called Clara, but was met with the harsh, digital tone signaling that her phone was switched off. His fingers clenched the phone until they turned a cold white, and his gaze was filled with a predatory crimson. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that the enemy would reach into a bridal boutique.

He had fortified their home to the point where not even a fly could buzz through, and on the drive over, both front and rear were flanked by top-notch bodyguards.

He thought they were impregnable. Yet, he had underestimated the adversary's cunning, able to trace the threads back to the very place they had ordered the custom-made gown.

lan immediately called Dawson. "Clara's gone missing. Bring in the team."

In less than ten seconds, a dozen bodyguards stormed into the dressing room in search of clues.

behind this panel. Mrs. Hayes must've

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other. The bridal shop was nestled

turned, spilling out into an underground parking lot of

fist tightened in frustration. He knew Clara had been

her, pregnant and possibly losing their child in a struggle with

and brutal. "Heidi, if you hurt Clara, I swear I will tear you limb from limb!" Soon enough, the Hayes, York, Campbell, and Bell families formed a search coalition, joined by the ace detective Brodie. All gathered at the Hayes family estate, their faces etched with undeniable tension. "Mr. Hayes, we've tracked Mrs. Hayes' phone signal to the

shirt dampened by cold sweat, kept his fists clenched tightly, forcing his mind to stay sharp. He reminded himself not to lose his cool. Clara and their

demanded, "The prison watch was strict, so where did Heidi get the blade to attempt suicide?

people to track my father's

voice was a hoarse