Chapter 590
The men hauled the two out, dropping them to the ground with a solid thud. “Damn, she’s got curves. Bet she’d be a lot of fun,” one man thattered.
“Yeah, she’s amazing”
As they spoke, someone ran a hand across Sophia’s body. She was vaguely aware of it, her skin crawling as the let out a soft, involuntary sound.
“Ah.” The sound made the drunken men more eager. They laughed loudly, their gazes leering. Some even reached to pull at her clothes, their intentions clear.
Elas didn’t intervene. He stood hack, taking in the scene with a faint smirk. “Get them inside first,” he instructed,
The men exchanged knowing glances before lifting Sophia and dragging her into the house. Two of them grabbed Henry by the legs and hauled him in, with Elias following close behind.
Caspian stood frozen. “Mr. Whitlock, you haven’t paid yet he blurted, his voice rising alarmingly. He focused so intently on the money that watching them dragged off made him panic.
As he brought up the payment code, Elias turned on his heel and started heading into the villa.
Something’s not right. Caspian hurried after him. Elias glanced back over his shoulder, smirking before bursting into laughter. “You want the money before I’ve checked the goods!” he scoffed.
Elias grimibled, “What if they run off? That’s 30 million dollars!”
He took a step closer to Caspian, his eyes narrowing “How about you come inside for a drink? Once I’ve confirmed everything’s fine, I’ll settle up”
Caspian hesitated. He wanted to refuse, but Elias’s hand clamped down on his arm before he could back away. His grip was like a vise, and Elias dragged Caspian into the house.
Atlas left alone outside, stared after them, his heart pounding. “What’s going on! Should I call the police he mumbled, panic setting in.
The situation felt far from what he’d expected. He’d thought this would be straightforward–drop them off, get the money, and leave. But no Caspian was inside, and Elias hadn’t paid a cent.
Desperate, Atlas scrambled into the car and locked the doors. Fumbling with his phone, he tried calling home, but no one answered. The line rang and rang before cutting off,
“Why is no one picking up?” Atlas whispered, biting his lip. “Caspian said Hannah would be back soon and that the police didn’t have evidence to hold her. So where is everyone?”
His chest tightened as he realized how few people he could call for help.
Atlas stared at his phone, his thoughts racing. Aside from calling Hannah, who else could he contact? He muttered aloud,
“Windsor. I’ll call Windsor. When he dialed Windsor’s number, he was met with the dull tone of a phone turned off.
As panic began to settle, someone rapped sharply against the car window. The loud, deliberate tapping jolted Atlas from his thoughts. He looked up, locked eyes with Elias, and pressed his face against the glass with an unsettling grin.
“What are you doing? Atlas demanded, fumbling with his phone. Instinctively, he tried calling Odalys, but the line wouldn’t connect–she had blocked him. Every attempt ended with a single beep before the call disconnected.
Flias stepped away, gesturing toward the villa. Moments later, the car began to move. Atlas glanced at the rearview mirror and saw men pushing the car toward the villa.
“What are y
are you doing?”
Atlas shouted, his voice edged with fear. No one answered.
Frantic. Atlas dialed the police. As the call connected, the car rolled through the villa gates.
As soon as the call connected, his car entered the villat
“Hello, I need to report a kidnapping. A local
ng has taken my b
brother, and they might kill us. Send help quickly–I’m at-
Burd
A sharp crash cut him off. Glass shards flew inward, slicing into his hand. Wincing in pain, Atlas looked up to see Elias shaking a phone in his hand. a smirk playing on his lips.
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Chapter 590
“Calling the police here? Every call you make goes straight to me.” Elias said coolly. “No point wasting your breath.”
“Ellas waved his phone casually, “Call whoever you like, they’ll end up ringing my number anyway”
Atlas stared at him his eyes wide with disbelief, *
The realization of what was happening sank in like a stone, leaving him paralyzed with fear. His phone slipped from his hand, clattering onto the car floor, and his body felt as if it had given up on supporting him.
“Who are you! Why are you doing this? What’s the point? Atlas shouted, his voice trembling with anger and desperation.
Elas didn’t respond right away. Instead, he made a quick gesture, prompting his men to rush forward. They tore the car door open and yanked Atlas out, gripping his arms tightly as they dragged him into the living room..
“Ugh!” Atlas cried as he hit the floor.
Across the room, he saw Sophia sitting on the ground, her face pale, a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.
She fixed a stern, steady gaze on the group, her body shifting as she demanded, “Who are you? What do you want!”
“Sophia help me.” Atlas blurted out, his voice cracking with desperation and relief.
For a moment, his fear of her melted away. It no longer mattered that he’d once been terrified she might harm him. Now, facing danger together. she was his only hope
Sophia’s eyes flicked to Henry, who lay motionless nearby, then to Caspian, whose face was swollen and bruised. A flicker of cold resolve passed through her expression.
Bang! The door slammed shut behind them as Elias entered, trailed by a group of his men.
“She’s a real beauty, Mr. Whitlock. How about letting us have some fun with her first?” one of the man suggested.
Elias shrugged indifferently. “Just don’t kill her.”
I worry. Mr. Whitlock, Ill be gentle, the man replied, stepping toward Sophia with a disgusting grin.
“Don’t v
Sophia was shoved to the ground, struggling as the man’s mouth descended on hers. The stench of his breath made her gag, and with a convulsive heave, she vomited directly into his mouth.
“Ught You-“The man recoiled, swearing as he spat out the contents. Furious, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward a nearby room.
Caspian collapsed onto the floor, his mind racing as the horrifying reality dawned on him. They tricked him. These weren’t just shady characters looking to arrange a posthumous marriage, they were human traffickers. The promise of a simple ceremony without harm was a complete lie.
Caspian had thought he’d send Sophie in, let them conduct their posthumous marriage, and retrieve her afterward, but now it was clear they never intended to let anyone go—or pay him a single cent.
These people were criminals through and through. Elias, their supposed leader, had no actual standing. This posthumous marriage cover story had been a ploy from the start
“You said this was just a posthumous marriage! No harm, no killings! So why are you keeping us here?” Caspian demanded, his voice rising in anger. His eyes were bloodshot, his fury barely contained.
“Who said anything about no harm!” Elias retorted
Several of the men exchanged sly grins, leering at Caspian. Without warning, they lunged at him.
“What the hell–get off me!” Caspian shouted, pulling away as the men tore apart his shirt. Only then did it hit him: these men had other intentions entirely
“You bastards! Try that again, and you’ll regret it!” Caspian’s warning only seemed to spur them on
“Alright, we’ll try it,” one sneered. “This isn’t our first time, after all” Caspian fought against them, but they wrestled him to the floor, their laughter ringing in his cars.
