Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Zara, you’ve gone mad!” Henry bellowed, “Put down the gun right now!”

“I knew it.” Zara gave Henry a painful look. “At the crucial moment, you would still choose to side with your grandson.”

“He’s right. I shouldn’t have helped you,” Henry fumed with a trembling voice. “Put down the gun and follow Zachary to the police station.”

“No, I won’t!” Zara screamed. “I refuse to go to prison. How can I, the pride of the family, end up there? Didn’t you promise to save me by sending me away? Why did you change your mind just because of a few words from him? I’m a Nacht too. In fact, I’m your daughter! How can you bear to do this?”

Just as Zara unleashed her tirade, tears streaked down the sides of her face. She realized that her last sliver of hope was slipping away.

She didn’t understand how her father could be so cruel to her.

She too was a Nacht. In fact, she was even closer to him by blood than Zachary was.

Why is he doing this to me?

“Do you hear me?” Leaning on the car door, Henry exclaimed, “The Lindbergs are almost here. There’s no escape for you. Your only choice is to turn yourself in at the police station with Zachary. That’s your last chance of survival!”

had used up all his might to accentuate the last sentence. He was so desperate

him. “He might tell you that he’s taking me to the police, but

“You…”

pointed his gun at Zara. “On the count of three, if you don’t let Mr. Spencer go, I won’t show you any

together.” Zara cocked the gun and pressed it against Spencer’s head. “You b*stards, all of you were

and

by Spencer who single-handedly raised them. Now that his life

this madness! Release Spencer

he could do was

you, back off!” Zara barked

him or I’ll

and decisiveness, he knew whoever backed down would

so?” Zara aimed at Spencer’s

“Argh!”

in agony before falling toward the