Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Under my cold, unyielding gaze, Vivian finally calmed herself. Swallowing her sobs, she spoke, "Dad... I've been kidnapped."

The other end of the line went silent instantly. A few seconds later, Murphy's deep voice emerged. It carried a hint of hostility. "Who are they? What do they want?"

Vivian glanced at me. At my signal, she choked back tears and replied, "T-they want you to hand over Evelyn's son, Zach. If you don't... they'll kill me..."

A cold chuckle came from the phone. "How ridiculous! All of this fuss because of a child? Tell them to keep dreaming. My daughter isn't someone they can intimidate so easily."

I snatched the phone over and spoke in an icy voice, "Murphy, I've heard much about you. Your daughter's life is in my hands now. I suggest you don't try anything funny. You better cooperate and hand over the boy. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next."

There was a long pause. Just as I thought he might refuse, Murphy's voice returned, now laced with sinister undertones. "Fine, I'll do as you say. But you'd better keep your word. If my daughter so much as loses a hair, I won't let this slide."

I smirked coldly. Murphy was quick to change his tune. It was clear that Vivan's life held less value to him than his precious reputation. If he had refused outright, I could have spread word of this fiasco and tarnished his name. But it seemed he wasn't taking the bait easily.

it. I'll let you know the time and place. Remember, no tricks, or your daughter won't

the call and tossed the phone next to the trembling

men are standing by for your command. Just give the word, and we'll take down that

going to confront Murphy on his own turf, out in the

and flashed a chilling smile. "And as for you... you'll play the

you dare cause trouble at this crucial moment..." My eyes narrowed, and my tone was as sharp as a blade. "I'll make sure you'd rather be dead than

unwavering. It was time. Time to make every person who had ever

and reunite with Ethan. This time, I wouldn't back down. I wouldn't falter. I would stand before the two of them, strong and proud, and show them just how much I

darkness was about to lift, and the dawn would break. Victory would

the door, flanked

In

toward Murphy's lair, determined to bring it all down