They demanded an outrageous ransom from my family.
The total reached a staggering 800 million.
But I wasn’t worried at all.
My parents adored me, and Lucas insisted on marrying me.
Even if it meant draining their entire fortune, they would secure my safety.
At first, the kidnappers treated me somewhat politely.
Until the seventh day, when a bucket of cold water hit me awake.
They yanked my hair and kicked me to the ground.
“Didn’t your family say they couldn’t afford the ransom? Then explain this!”
I looked up.
On the TV screen was Lucas’s triumphant face.
He and Sophia were standing side by side, cutting a ribbon.
Behind them flashed a smug headline:
“Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence, on your first milestone! Another 800 million invested in the new project.”
Eight hundred million.
Exactly eight hundred million.
The kidnappers forced me to call Lucas one last time.
The call connected, but it was Sophia’s voice that answered.
“Mr. Lawrence is busy. Is there something you need?”
“Oh, it’s Miss Carter. Mr. Lawrence doesn’t have time.”