Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 422 Hurt

She'd tried so hard to not be a nuisance, to stay out of his way. Wasn't that enough?

Intimidated, she remained silent, letting her lashes cast shadows on her tear-streaked cheeks.

The call ended with a kick to her side. "Hear that, Miss Fair? To your dear husband, you're not worth a dime."

As they yanked her up by her hair, forcing her to look at them, the man's Adam's apple bobbed with a mix of pity and disgust. "Damn, you're pretty. Hard to believe Raymond's not into you."

He slung Selena over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, covering her head in burlap and stuffing cloth in her mouth before hauling her into the factory.

Inside, Olivia was similarly shrouded, her mouth free, her sobs piercing the murky air. "Let me go! Please, let me go!"

"Snap out of it, guys! Time to hightail it out of here!" shouted the man carrying Selena. "Raymond's minutes away."

Their demands to Raymond were a charade, powered by the lure of $20 million they had never dreamt of money worth dying for. Such was the cost of desperation.

the choice, who would truly seek out death

she could sense the kidnappers retreating, the only sounds piercing the silence were Olivia's sobs and the unmistakable thrum of helicopter blades above. These kidnappers clearly meant business, coming prepared with a helicopter for their

more before departing, as though it would be a loss not to. Untying the sack, he ripped Selena's clothes with a ravenous urgency. Selena's pupils dilated in shock, and just as she saw the man leaning in to

under his breath and shoved her aside roughly, saying, "Damn, your luck's holding

was laden with straw, unmistakably pre-arranged kindling.

forced the door open with a kick. Olivia's cries had

plentiful, and smoke billowed densely, causing the lights to flicker erratically. Without hesitation, Raymond swept Olivia into his arms. Her cheeks bore the marks of violent hands as she buried her face in his chest. With

panting every few steps, caught sight of Raymond and frantically

any sign of her. Upon seeing Olivia in Raymond's arms, James felt as if he

him, leaving only the words, "My team will handle the fire. If anyone's

watching Olivia cling to Raymond, weeping. Leaning on his cane, he moved as if to enter the inferno. "If you care so little for her well-being, Mr. Montague, you might as

the only time James had ever entertained the thought of

of force that dwarfed the police presence. He heard James's words

quite some time now. If anyone in the Fair

his car, rolling down the window to reveal a jaw set

is really like better than