Kidnapped by Mr. Billionaire

The Kidnap

Lovey Pov

The bar was loud enough to drown out my thoughts, which was exactly why I liked working Friday nights. Laughter, clinking glasses, the hum of drunken confessions. Normal. Safe.

Then the door swung open, and the room froze.

Two men walked in, their tailored suits costing more than my rent.

Vans and Fletcher. Even before the whispers hit my ears, I knew. CEOs didn’t just exist in spaces they commandeered them. Their presence commanded attention, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I realized I was the only waitress not occupied with work.

Mr. Vans' eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt like I was being pulled into a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. I took a deep breath and approached their table, forcing a smile onto my face. "Good evening, sirs. Welcome to Vickers Bar. What can I get for you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Mr. Vans looked up, and his eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, I felt like I was seeing a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if he had seen me before. But it was more than that. It was as if he was seeing a ghost from his past, a ghost that had come back to haunt him.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he continued to stare at me. His eyes were like two black holes, sucking all the light out of the room. Mr. Vans ordered two bottles of Hennessy without looking away from me, his deep voice catching my attention.

As I turned to place their order, I sensed Mr. Fletcher's eyes on me. They were like cold, calculating fingers, probing every inch of my body. I shuddered at the thought, but I tried to shake it off. I was just being paranoid.

But as I turned back to their table, I saw Mr. Fletcher's smile. It was a smile that sent chills down my spine. It was a smile that said he knew a secret, a secret that he was eager to share with the world.

As the night wore on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Mr. Vans and Mr. Fletcher seemed to be watching me, their eyes following me everywhere I went. I felt like I was trapped in a living nightmare, and I didn't know how to escape.

And then, it happened. Mr. Fletcher said something that made my blood run cold. "I'm going to have her, she'll be mine," he said, his voice filled with obsession. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized that I was in grave danger.

As I walked home, I noticed a car following me. I quickened my pace, but the car caught up to me, and two men in black dragged me into the vehicle. "Sir, we have the lady you asked for," one of the men said, their voices muffled.

My world went dark as my hands were tied, and my eyes were covered. I was left with only my thoughts, wondering who could have orchestrated my kidnapping and why. The car stopped, and I was dragged out, left alone in a room with only my fears to keep me company.

As I stood there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being pulled into a world of darkness and despair. And then, I heard the door slam that sent shivers down my spine. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized that I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape.

The darkness closed in around me, and I was consumed by an eternal silence. As the darkness deepened, I felt myself becoming more and more entwined with the shadows. I was a pawn in a game of cat and mouse, and I didn't know who was behind the curtain.

But one thing was certain - I was in for a wild ride, and I was ready to see where it would take me. The room was cold and damp, with stone walls that seemed to close in around me. I could hear the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, and I knew I had to find a way out before it was too late. My name is Aurora, and I was determined to survive this ordeal.