The Dark Side Of Fate

Chapter 349

Somewhere Away From Home

~Sophia~

The sun and moon became a precious luxury, as I only caught fleeting glimpses of the moon and felt the warm rays of the sun through a tiny window in the room where we were being held captive.

In this confined space, my mother and I lived in fear, desperately holding onto hope for a miracle. Since the video my father had recorded, showcasing our plight, I hadn’t seen him again.

My mother worried that something terrible had befallen him, but deep down, I couldn’t believe it. Somehow, I had an inexplicable sense that as long as he was alive, they would keep us alive as well.

I had lost track of time, but it was evident that several weeks had flown by quickly. The phone I used to communicate with Liam had died, and I had no means to charge it, leaving me anxious about what might be happening on his end. Was he still searching for me, or had he given up and moved on?

The way the people around us handled our captivity gave me a strong inkling that Liam had indeed used his influence. It seemed evident that he had pulled some strings, and our captors had ensured we had no freedom as a result. The recent tightening of security further supported my suspicion that the search for us had intensified.

My mother believed that efforts to locate my father had also intensified, but I couldn’t share her confidence. I knew Liam well enough to understand that he never made empty promises, so I had no doubt that he was diligently working to find us and save us.

I regretted not attending Liam’s graduation that night. Perhaps he could have found a way to help me escape this nightmare. But how could I have known?

My father had insisted that I skip the party, and now I couldn’t help but wonder if he had orchestrated this situation intentionally rather than it being a mere coincidence. The thought of him intentionally risking our lives was infuriating, and I felt anger towards him and even my mother for failing to see his errors.

oblivious to his faults, which only added to my frustration. I understood support, but her blindness to his actions was

it; being paranoid wouldn’t solve anything right

Alpha of the place where we were held captive entered the room, accompanied by another man carrying two trays of food.

to show him any form of respect. I had refused to greet him ever since our arrival. As expected, the man who was serving the food forcefully pulled me up and slapped me hard across the face, causing me to fall

in his voice. The man was about to pull me up and strike me once more,

respect,” the Alpha said aloud, accurately pinpointing my stance. He was right; I would rather endure any consequence than bow to the douchebag. Whatever his issues were with my father, it didn’t entitle him to my respect. He shouldn’t expect any kindness or compliance from me.

me stand up, then he lifted my chin to

prince?” he inquired, trying to search for answers in my eyes. However, I remained steadfast and refused to respond. I had made it a point to never speak to him or answer any of his questions. Seeing how my actions frustrated him brought me some satisfaction, and I intended to

couldn’t help but find amusement in that question. Oh, how I wished that were true. I had secretly crushed on and admired Liam for many years, but he had

grip on me and began

then we’ll have no choice but to dispose of you, your mother, and your father,” he taunted, his laughter echoing through the room. I frowned, trying to comprehend what Liam had to do with all of this. The urge to

in the dark, unaware of the significance of Alpha Thompson’s death or how it tied into our captivity. It seemed I would remain clueless for now, confined to this small room with its tiny window and locked door, limiting my ability to uncover the truth. There was only so much I could discover

provide the information I seek,” he taunted, his laughter echoing as he turned around and exited the room. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, likely assuming my reply already. But he was right; I had no intention of saying a word.

was my father’s mess, and I wouldn’t let these despicable individuals drag my friend into it. They could slap me as much as they wanted, but my lips remained sealed, resolute in

left, my mother began to scold me

need to stop provoking him, Sophie; you really

Sophia, Mom; only my friends call me Sophie,” I retorted, making it clear that I was

are you mad at me?” she asked, and I couldn’t believe she would ask