Second chance seduction

The price for revenge

“Macon? Macon, please answer me!” I held his shoulder, shaking him gently and desperately. “Please don’t leave me Macon.”

I said while watching blood soak the part of his shirt where the bullet had pierced through him, and my hands kept shaking as I pressed against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

He closed his eyes and was breathing weakly. I looked up, searching for Nina but she was gone.

She Disappeared like a ghost. As if the earth had swallowed her whole. Nina, I screamed before I turned to Macon again

“Help! Somebody, please help!” I screamed, my voice breaking with panic. Just then, two men came running from the shore, probably security. I hadn’t noticed before.

Without any form of delay, they helped me carry Macon into the backseat of my car.

I drove very fast in my Lamborghini, not caring about speed limits, and my hands were bloody from holding Macon’s injured spot

I called ahead to my private hospital. They were waiting.

As soon as we arrived, doctors rushed him in.

I stayed close to him, refusing to let go of his hand until they pushed him into the surgery room. I bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead gently.

“You have been through so much for me, Macon,” I said with tears. “You took a bullet meant for me. I will never forget that. I will never stop fighting for you. Please, don't leave me.”

My hands were still shaking as I pulled my phone out of my bag.

“Dad? Where are you? I need to see you. Now.”

There was a pause. Then his voice came through, calm and mowed. “Alice, I’m in a meeting with some clients. Can this wait?”

Of course. Always about business.

But I didn’t have time for his excuses.

“Well, Dad,” I said sharply, “it’s about your grandchildren’s lives.”

Silence. Then, a shift in his tone, he became alarmed. “What? What happened to the twins?”

“Just meet me in your office. Right now.”

“I’m on my way,” he said, with his voice filled with fear.

I hung up the call and tossed the phone onto the seat beside me. My heart kept beating fast and loud.

My eyes burned, not just from unshed tears, but from the thought of losing everything.

The man I value was lying somewhere between life and death. My twins, my precious babies, were in danger. And Nina? She had vanished like a ghost soaked in blood and chaos.

The city lights blurred past as I raced through the streets, gripping the wheel tight enough to turn my knuckles white.

“This isn’t over,” I whispered, my voice shaking with fury. “You touched my children, Nina. You crossed the line.”

When I burst into my father’s office, breathless and on the verge of falling apart, I didn’t need to explain much. One look at my face, and he knew. I told him everything. His eyes darkened with fury, then sharpened with calculation.

“I knew this day would come,” he muttered, opening a hidden drawer in his desk.

To my shock, he revealed something he’d never told me years ago: he had slipped a tracker into Nina’s food. "Just in case," he said, as if betrayal was always expected in our bloodline.

Within some minutes, his security hacked her location.

We didn’t waste time. He called in his most loyal men the ones who didn’t flinch at bloodshed or loyalty tests. While they geared up, I made a plan. One that required me to walk straight into the lion’s den.

The warehouse was hidden behind rusted fences and shadows. I stepped in alone, holding a sleek black folder, the forged transfer documents. I met Nina’s gaze head-on. Her smile was a cruel and curved triumph.

“You came alone,” she said, circling me like a predator. “I expected more from you.”

I handed over the folder with steady hands. “You want the company? Take it. Just let my children go.”

She snatched the documents, eyes scanning the fake signatures. But the moment she realized I was truly alone, her smile faded into something colder.

“You really thought I’d let you walk away?” She snapped her fingers, and two of her men grabbed me. Rope rigged into my wrists as they tied me to a chair, facing an empty corner.

“I want you to watch them die,” she whispered in my ear. “Then I’ll let you go… in pieces.”

My heart stopped. “Please… please don’t hurt them.”

But before she could give another order, a shadow moved behind her.

My father struck with lightning, silent and speed. He hit her over the head with the butt of his gun. She tumbled to the floor, groaning in shock.

Her men froze.

And then they turned.

Guns lowered. Heads bowed.

“Nina’s done,” one of them muttered.

She saw the change in her men’s loyalty and immediately fear flashed into her eyes. In a blink, she rushed through the back door, disappearing once again into the night.

But not before I saw the panic in her eyes, the fear of knowing the tables had turned. That fear of knowing that her own father is not in support of her deeds.

That fear of being in father’s black book will keep her away for the main time. I tried to encourage myself with these fragile words.

I left the twins with her father because I knew that they were in safe hands. I quickly drove back to the hospital where Macon was admitted.

My heels echoed through the white hospital corridor as I ran through it, my chest was heavy from fear and hope. When the nurse at the desk smiled and said, “He made it through,” I nearly collapsed with relief.

Macon was alive. He was alive.

I didn’t wait for instructions. I pushed through the door to his ward open and found him propped up slightly on the bed, pale but breathing.

“Macon!” I cried out before rushing to his bed. Before he could speak, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his shoulder.

He reacted in pain but giggled afterwards, and started brushing a hand through my hair. “Careful, I just got stitched back together, remember?”

“You’re alive,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks. “You’re alive, Macon.”

I sat beside him, holding his hand tight. “The twins are okay. My father and I... we found them. Nina tried to run, but she’s gone now. For good.”

He smiled faintly, his eyes were dull with tiredness but warm with pride. “You got them back. That’s what matters.”

I looked at him, this man who stepped in front of a bullet for me, who had bled for my children. And despite the beeping machines and the scent of antiseptic, the world was silent around us.

“Thank you,” I whispered, leaning in. “For everything. For being there... for loving me.”

I pressed my lips to his, softly at first. But the moment our mouths touched, something broke open inside me. We kissed like we’d forgotten how to breathe, like he hadn’t almost died, and I hadn’t almost lost him.

At that moment, nothing else mattered but us.

Lucas’s POV

The minute I heard the twins were missing, the ground trembled beneath me.

I yap orders at my assistant, my voice sharper than I intended. “Find out who did this.”

It didn’t take long. And he told me it was Nina.

Of course it was her.

Anger flooded like acid through my veins. My hands clenched the edge of the table as I read the message. She was trying to use the kids. Again.

“She had no right,” I barked, the words clawing from my throat. “No damn right to touch them... or her.”

The worst part? I let her in. I gave that wicked woman access to the only people I truly cared about.

“Damn it, Lucas,” I hissed at my own thought in the hallway mirror. “You did this. You let her get close.”

But this wasn’t the time for guilt. I grabbed my keys and left.

The address my assistant sent led to a hospital on the outskirts of the city. I slammed the door of my car and marched toward room 107.

The door was open, so I pushed it and made my way in.

"My eyes landed on Alice, who looked calm on the bed's edge, until I saw what was behind her, and my world froze.

My jaw locked as a knot tightened in my chest.

How could she not feel anything?

Did none of this matter to her?

Why?

Why the hell does she look like I’m the one who betrayed her?