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.

who would truly seek out death

engulfed in a vast burlap sack, devoid of light and air. Yet, she could sense the kidnappers retreating, the only sounds piercing the silence were Olivia's sobs and the unmistakable

to. Untying the sack, he ripped Selena's clothes with a ravenous urgency.

in front of Selena cursed under his breath and shoved her aside roughly, saying, "Damn, your luck's holding

laden with straw, unmistakably pre-arranged kindling. As soon as the flame

forced the door open with a kick. Olivia's cries had guided him. "Raymond, Raymond!"

douse the flames, but the straw was 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

every few steps, caught sight of Raymond and frantically inquired,

seeing Olivia in Raymond's arms, James felt as if he might cough

only the words, "My team

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

the only time James had ever entertained the thought of their

his car, surrounded by his own helicopters-a show of force that dwarfed the police presence. He heard

Fair

the window

knows what your daughter is