Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 395 395: Maybe they were going to kill her Meanwhile, Kaden and the rest returned to the base, carrying the cameras they had installed around Sherlyn's apartment. The moment they decoded the footage, it beccrystal clear-she had been abducted.

What surprised them most was how the kidnappers managed to slip past the residential guards unnoticed. If anything, it only confirmed their suspicions: this had been planned well in advance.

"Damn, Jedrick. I'm not going to spare him," Kaden seethed, his rage bubbling over as he loaded his gun. He reached for his leather jacket, fully prepared to handle the situation alone.

But Eveline stepped in front of him, stopping him cold.

"You can't act reckless, Uncle. We need to make sure Aunt Sherlyn is safe first," she said firmly.

"You think patience has ever worked with him? The longer we wait, the more twisted and dangerous he gets," Kaden snapped, his voice sharp with frustration.

Normally, Kaden was calculated and precise when it cto taking Jedrick down, dismantling his schemes step by step. But the moment Jedrick laid his hands on Sherlyn, all logic flew out the window. Sitting around, doing nothing, made him feel powerless.

Eveline's expression darkened as she stood her ground, arms crossed tightly.

"And you think confronting him head-on will make him tell you the truth?" she asked, her voice cutting through the tension.

Her words pulled the room into heavy silence.

"She's right, Uncle," Gabriel added, stepping forward to stand beside Eveline. His voice was calm but resolute, grounding the storm of emotions swirling in the room.

"Jedrick isn't the kind of man who'll just spill the truth," Gabriel added, his tone steady but sharp. "He'll twist the entire situation to his advantage. He always does." "I've checked the footage from every street they passed through," Stefan chimed in, his voice laced with frustration. "But after they crossed Linden Road, the car just vanished. No trace. Like they planned it down to the last second." Kaden's jaw tightened, his grip on the gun loosening slightly as his mind raced. Before he could speak, Luke added his voice to the rising wall of reason.

"Kaden, I think Eveline's right. Charging in blind won't help. We can't afford to be reckless." The words hung heavy in the air, pressing down on him like a weight.

Kaden could feel the burden settling deeper on his shoulders — the pull of his heart clashing with the cold reality of the situation.

Every instinct in him screamed to go after Sherlyn, to tear apart every wall until he found her. But even he knew confronting Jedrick without a solid plan wouldn't just be reckless.

It might get Sherlyn hurt. Or worse.

Eveline's voice softened but held firm. "We need to find another way to tackle him," she said, watching as Kaden finally stepped back, slumping onto the couch behind him in silent defeat.

She clenched her fists, her resolve sharpening like a blade. Deep down, Eveline knew there had to be another way - and no matter the risk, she was ready to find it, even if it meant staking everything she had.

*** Back inside the dark, damp room of the warehouse, Sherlyn jolted awake, her body tense and her breathing ragged. Her chest heaved as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to push through the lingering haze and clear her blurred vision.

Her mind reeled, fragments of memory flashing through her thoughts as she struggled to piece together what had happened. But then, like a dam breaking, the memories from her apartment ccrashing back, sharp and unforgiving.

Her eyes widened in terror.

She remembered the moment the door was forced open. The way the men - strangers, masked and merciless — had burst into her home. She'd fought, clawed, and screamed, her desperation outweighing her fear, but her strength had been no match for three of them.

She could still feel their hands pinning her down, the cold prick of a needle against her neck, and the sharp sting as the liquid rushed through her veins.

The last thing she remembered was her body going limp, her muscles betraying her, as darkness swallowed her whole and they dragged her away.

Terror seeped into her bones as the full weight of her situation sank in. She squirmed and struggled, but the moment she moved, the harsh reality struck her - her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the chair, and her mouth was stuffed with a cloth, muffling any attempt to scream for help.

Panic swelled in her chest, but no sound could escape, only the sharp rush of her frantic breathing.

Sherlyn had no idea who these men were or why they had targeted her. But one thing was clear - her life was in danger. And whoever they were, they weren't just criminals; they were the kind of men who didn't hesitate to lock someone away in a cold, dark room like this. The kind of men who could do far worse.

'I need to do something before they kill me,' she told herself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline, even though deep down she knew escaping was almost impossible.

She had no idea where they had brought her — no hint, no clue — and even less idea of what these men planned to do. The uncertainty gnawed at her, fueling her fear with every passing second.

Each tshe twisted against the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles, hoping for even the slightest give, the restraints only bit deeper into her skin. Pain shot through her limbs, forcing a muffled whimper past the cloth stuffed in her mouth.

But no matter how much it hurt, she kept trying — because giving up wasn't an option.

Sherlyn kept struggling against the ropes, refusing to give up, even as sharp pain burned through her limbs. Her wrists had already begun to bleed, and her ankles were raw and bruised - but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Her efforts cto an abrupt halt when the heavy door suddenly swung open, slamming against the wall.

Her heart sank.

The smen from earlier stepped into the room, their faces as cold and unreadable as before. Their slow, deliberate steps sent a chill down her spine, and her battered body tensed against the chair. She could feel it in the air - something was about to happen.

'Maybe this was it. Maybe they were going to kill her.'

Sherlyn felt a cold chill seep deep into her bones as the men stood before O her, their eyes fixed on her like a predator sizing up its prey - as if they were deciding the easiest way to dispose of her. But then, the second man spoke, and his words shattered every dark assumption racing through her mind, leaving her stunned and confused.

"Let's take her back to her father. I'm sure he's been waiting for her." Her heart skipped a beat, the fear momentarily replaced by shock.

'Her father?' The words echoed in her head, making her question everything.

But before she could process what was happening, one of the men approached and injected her with another dose.

The effect was instant her body went numb, her vision darkened, and the last thing she felt was herself being lifted, carried out of the cold, dark room before everything faded to black.