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.

in

the estate was vast. Even as she surveyed the room, she couldn't spot

kidnapper quickly realized she had been outwitted, her voice dripping with

knowing smirk. "Do we know

silence fell between

do, don't we? There's history between us. This isn't random-you're after me and my daughter. I've figured it out. It's you,

it?"

was a precise strike, slicing through the lies. She refused to give the kidnapper even a

the second floor, Carly stood motionless, her eyes fixed intently on

to set this all in motion-luring Celine here, arranging

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

Carly to

landed like a splash of cold water, the heavy weight of realization sinking in. Carly's breath

denied it. "Celine, you're mistaken.

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

That just confirms it-you are

breath caught in

cutting "I've suspected you for some time, Carly in all of Kinthorne, you're the