Sebastian Knight

50 - Sebastian

As I walked through the grand, opulent doors of our luxurious mansion, exhaustion from my tense discussion with my father, Eduardo, clung to my weary bones. The heavy weight of my worries only seemed to grow stronger as I chanced upon a scene of disarray. My heart clenched in my chest as I surveyed the chaos that unfolded before me.

My loyal guards, their faces etched with concern, stood huddled near the grand staircase. They exchanged hushed whispers, their eyes darting nervously. Something was terribly wrong. I rushed towards them, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"What is going on?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fear and anxiety.

My father Eduardo took the children from me, escorting them out and into their room while I waited for my men to speak.

One of the guards, his voice laced with urgency, spoke up, "Boss, it's Liliana. She's gone. Kidnapped."

My world stopped. Time froze. The words hung in the air like a death sentence. My Liliana, my beloved wife, stolen from me. A surge of pure rage ignited within me, threatening to consume me whole. I fought to keep my emotions in check, to think rationally and quickly. Liliana's life hung in the balance, and I was determined to go to any lengths to save her.

"Who did this?" I growled through gritted teeth.

Another guard, his eyes filled with remorse, answered, "it was Alexander boss, we heard gun shots and ran down here to find two of the guards outside shot while there was no sign of her."

A chilling shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Alexander's name. He had always been a thorn in my side, a vile and cunning rival. Now, he had escalated his sinister game to a whole new level by targeting Liliana, my most prized possession.

I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of my rage. Determination surged through my veins, fueling my every move.

"Prepare the car. We need to find her. Now!" I barked, my voice echoing through the grand foyer.

With deftness and precision, my guards sprang into action. They swiftly ushered me into the sleek black vehicle, its engine revving in anticipation. I settled into the backseat, my mind racing as I mapped out the possible locations where Alexander might have taken my wife.

As the car skidded through the darkened streets, the dim glow of the city lights casting eerie shadows on my clenched jaw, the weight of the situation sank deeper into my bones. Fear twisted in my stomach, threatening to weaken my resolve. But I would not allow it. Liliana needed me, now more than ever.

Minutes melded into hours as we scoured the city, searching every shadowy corner in the hope of catching a glimpse of Liliana, of finding any trace that would lead us to her.

Finally, as dawn colored the sky with hues of purple and orange, a breakthrough emerged. A tip from an informant led us to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. My heart raced, my pulse quickened as a flicker of hope ignited within me.

We stormed through the creaking doors of the dilapidated building, the acrid smell of decay filling the air. My eyes scanned the dimly lit space, desperately seeking any sign of Liliana. And then, I saw her.

There she stood, her petite figure trembling, her eyes filled with fear yet defiant, like a wounded bird refusing to bow to the predator. I rushed towards her, the words tumbling from my lips in a breathless plea.

"Liliana, my love, I'm here. I've come for you."

Relief washed over her face, tears glistening in her eyes as she whispered, "Sebastian, I knew you would come."