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KYLIE’S POV
A wave of bewildered gasps erupts from the guests, their faces filling with horror as they finally shift their attention back to me.
“Kylie!!” My dad and Gianni yell, taking a step forward in an attempt to save me from my captor, but they stop almost immediately when the two remaining bodyguards leave their positions and block their path, pointing their guns straight at them.
“I said nobody move, or I’ll blow her brains out!” my abductor yells and presses the tip of the weapon deeper into my temple, forcing a small wince out of me.
The guards form a moving wall in front of us, sweeping their firearms over the stunned crowd and my frozen father as if daring anyone to move a muscle.
The look on Gianni’s shitty face as I’m dragged further and further away from the altar almost makes another devious smile crack across my face. But I suppress the urge, telling myself I’ll have plenty of time to gloat about it later.
For now, I have to get back in character.
“Daddy! Daddy, please save me!” I scream, wriggling my body a bit to make it look like I’m struggling to escape my snatcher’s grip.
“Daddy!!” I yell again, letting out all the fake tears I can produce.
“It’s… it’s okay, sweetheart,” my father says. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, I promise.”
The guards at the gate finally leave the wreck at the entrance and close in on us, their guns raised.
Now it’s a full-on standoff — two against three, including my captor. They can’t risk pulling the trigger on them, not unless they want my brains decorating the aisle.
“Toss your weapons to our feet. Now!” one of the guards in front of us snaps.
“Or the bride gets it,” my captor adds through gritted teeth, pushing the barrel harder against my temple.
The other guards throw a glance at each other, then look to Gianni for approval.
He narrows his eyes, and for a split second, my heart sinks.
‘s**t. Can he see through my act?’
I twist my body again, really putting some effort into this show of mine. Not that it helps, because this man’s grip is freakishly tight!
Regardless, Gianni just stands there, hesitating. Like he’s actually debating whether ordering his men to pull the trigger on my captors would be such a bad idea.
Does he really want them to shoot me?!
“Gianni!” my dad roars, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and rage. “Order your men down!"
Another beat of silence passes and I can feel my heart start racing with dread when he still doesn't give the command.
Just when I part my lips to let out a deafening scream, Gianni nods to his men.
“Stand down,” he mutters.
Reluctantly, they toss their weapons to the ground, the thud echoing in rhythm with my racing pulse.
“Now back up. Slowly,” the guard in front orders, waving his gun.
They obey, inching back one step at a time. As soon as they're standing beside Gianni at the altar, one of the men in front rushes to pick up the surrendered weapons.
I release the tiniest breath of relief but quickly choke it down, swapping it for another round of fake tears.
My voice cracks as I scream for my dad again, selling my role like I’m auditioning for an Oscar.
But inside…it feels like a thousand fireworks are all going off at once.
“Daddy!” I scream again, choking on more forced tears as I make sure to get a really good look at his face…because this might be the last time I ever see him.
“Don't worry, sweetheart!” he yells back as they haul me into the crashed SUV. “They won't get too far.”
As soon as the door slams shut, I see Gianni barking orders at his men to follow us, just as the driver zooms off.
Once we're a good distance away from the estate, I lean back in my seat, resting my head against the headrest as I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
“I can't believe we managed to pull that off,” I muse, pressing the heels of my palms against my forehead as I finally let out the laugh I've been holding back.
I stay like that for a minute or two, laughing my ass off as the look on Gianni's shitty face keeps flashing in my head.
Did they really think I’d just walk down the aisle and get married with no questions asked? Throw away all my plans for the future and tie myself to a man I'll loathe for the rest of my life, all because of some shitty business merger?!
Once again, my father proves he doesn't know me at all.
So, there you have it, folks – the darling daughter of Liam Prescott planned her kidnap from her own wedding.
And now… I'm on my way to meet up with the man who made it all possible.
The only one I truly want to spend the rest of my life with. My secret boyfriend, Tyler Kenwood.
We've been dating for a year and a half now, and I've never been more head over heels in love with anyone than I am with him.
Call me stupid for planning to elope with my boyfriend, but I'm not about to toss aside my future and get married to Gianni Grifone of all people.
Anyway, the plan we made is simple: stage my kidnapping from the wedding, demand ransom from my father and Gianni for my ‘release,’ and leave the country to start a new, better life in Dubai.
Tyler had covered most parts of the plan, so all I had to do was play the role of the abducted bride — and, if I do say so myself, it was a truly stellar performance.
My heart leaps with pure joy when we finally arrive at our rendezvous point — a rundown warehouse located at the edge of the city.
I step out of the car, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the cool, gentle breeze that brushes against my skin.
“This way, ma'am,” one of the guards say, breaking me out of my reverie as he leads me towards the door of the abandoned building.
My steps are quick but uneven as I follow him.
I just can't wait to see Tyler. To melt in his arms as he holds me, to feel the warmth of his lips against mine knowing we're going to be together for the rest of our lives.
Everything we've dreamed of is finally within our reach.
Except… when I enter the warehouse, the door behind me is immediately slammed shut.
I jump, spinning back.
A cold and eerie feeling wraps itself around my heart when I'm met with hardened faces.
Goosebumps start to crawl up my skin as a chill slithers its way down my spine. Something's wrong. Very wrong.
“Y’know, aside from being annoying, you're also a sneaky little kitty,” a smooth voice behind me drawls.
My breath catches. I recognize that voice. No, I know that voice.
“That's a pretty interesting combo."
Slowly, I turn back toward the heart of the warehouse, my eyes taking in the space until they lock on a lone table and chair set in the middle of the room.
My feet start to move before my brain can stop them, my chest tightening with every hesitant step I take.
The closer I get to the figure, the more my mind screams for me to just stop and find a way out of here.
But I can't. I need to know what's going on.
“Tyler?" I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of dread.
Finally, the person seated in the chair slowly turns until their face comes into view.
My heart sinks to the dark pit of my stomach as our eyes meet, making me stop in my tracks.
“Hello, kitten,” they purr, a mocking smirk playing on their lips. “It's been quite a while.”
No.
Oh, no, no, no…
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