"Find him and bring him back to me, no matter what it takes," the young man growled, his voice low and menacing. "I don't care if you have to tear the city apart, comb every street, or turn every stone. I want my son back, and I want him back now." His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, darkening to a stormy depth that seemed to bore into the souls of those around him. The air was electric with his urgency, and his words hung like a challenge, daring anyone to defy him.
"I want my son back, unharmed and untouched," the young man reiterated, his voice cold and authoritative. But before his men could acknowledge the command, the sudden roar of a motorcycle engine outside brought all conversation to a halt. The room fell silent, with everyone exchanging perplexed glances.
As the sound of footsteps approached, all eyes turned toward the large glass doors of the sitting room, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. The footsteps grew louder, echoing through the room like a drumbeat, before finally stopping on the other side of the doors. The sudden stillness was oppressive, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see who - or what - would emerge from the darkness outside.
What they saw made their eyes widen like saucers, there at the entrance stood the person they'd been looking for for more than five hours, plus he was wearing a little helmet and a lady was standing beside him who had her helmet on.
The young man stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief, it was only a few minutes ago that his other son assured him that his brother would be back but he didn't expect it to be now and he was also accompanied by a lady in a wedding gown.
They were both wearing helmets which means the lady must have ridden her motorcycle.
Before he could say anything the bride squatted in front of his son and took off his helmet before standing up.
"Won't you take off your helmet? I want to introduce my family to you but we can't do that with you wearing your helmet pretty" his son said while everyone looked at the young woman expectantly.
The bride gave him a nod before taking off her helmet making her waist-length hair fall in waves behind her, everyone held their breath while looking at the young lady.
"She is beautiful," they all thought in sync, she would have surely laughed so if she had the chance to read thoughts.
The little fellow pulled the bride by her hand and walked towards his brother and father.
"Lucas are you alright..?" the young man asked his son checking his body with a serious expression while on his knees. Both father and son were really eye catching with all the beauty any man would want to have.
"I'm good Dad.., I just had a long day that's all" he replied to his dad's inquiry which made the bride giggle slightly because the father and son were too cute together and the way Lucas shook his head at his question looked very funny to her.
"Dad as you can see someone came to drop me off so please stop embarrassing me in front of my guest" What he said made the bride giggle slightly again which made the young man's eyes snap to hers, his breath hitching as he took a closer look at her.
"So ethereal," he thought secretly. He couldn't find the proper words to describe her beauty, she was the opposite of everything he knew about women, so different it felt like a dream.
As he gazed up at the bride standing before him, he was struck by a beauty so radiant it left him breathless. Despite being surrounded by stunning women vying for his attention, he had never encountered anyone who captivated him like she did. The moment their eyes met, he felt an inexplicable pull, as if time itself had slowed. Entranced, he remained on his knees, unaware of his surroundings as he drank in the sight of her.
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"Unbreakable Bride: Season 1 - A Strong Woman for a CEO Daddy"
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