The Divorce Prescription

It was another virtual number.

These numbers could be generated in seconds, each tied to a different IP address completely untraceable.

The kidnapper was calling.

Celine answered. "Hello."

A distorted, mechanical voice crackled through the line. "Celine, have you arrived?"

Her grip on the phone tightened. "I'm here."

"Good. You must have met the men I prepared for you tonight. Be a good girl and serve them well."

Celine let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Oh, I'm being very obedient. In fact, I'm taking great care of them."

"Liar! You never served them-you fought back!"

Celine's eyes flicked up, her gaze cutting through the private winery like a sharp blade. "You're here, aren't you?"

She had said it to lure the kidnapper out—and it worked.

watching, hiding somewhere in the shadows, observing her every

she surveyed the room, she couldn't spot anyone

realized she had been outwitted, her

cold, knowing smirk. "Do we

silence fell

between us. This isn't random-you're after me and my daughter. I've figured it out.

it?"

lies. She refused to give

stood motionless, her eyes fixed

one to set this all in motion-luring

Instead of walking into the trap, she had turned the tables, seizing control of

forcing Carly to confront

words landed like a splash of cold water, the heavy weight of

it. "Celine, you're

eyebrow. "Really? You didn't even bother asking

That just

breath caught in

cold and cutting "I've suspected you for some time, Carly