My Enemy's Daughter (Edited)

chapter 31

Chapter 31 – Samuel's POV

The city lights blurred past me as I drove, the steering wheel gripped tightly in my hands. I had called Fiona three times, and each time, it went to voicemail. My jaw clenched in frustration, and I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. _She must be busy_, I thought. _Probably still in the office dealing with whatever mess that bastard Jake left her with._

I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had been gnawing at me since this morning, but I told myself I was just being paranoid. Fiona was strong—stronger than she even knew. And tonight, I had to meet with her father. The man had been relentless in pushing me to solidify our business deal, and though I hated Jake with every fiber of my being, I needed to play this right if I wanted to tear him down. Meeting him tonight was crucial.

But just as I was nearing her office building, something in the street ahead caught my eye. I slowed the car, frowning as I noticed someone running—no, sprinting—across the road. It took me a second to realize it was Fiona. My heart dropped. What the hell was going on?

I slammed the brakes as I saw her darting between cars, her movements frantic, her face pale with terror. And then I saw him—the man chasing her. I couldn't make out his face, but his predatory stance made my blood boil.

"Fiona!" I shouted, though I knew she couldn't hear me. My voice echoed uselessly in the confines of my car. I honked the horn, hoping to grab her attention, but she didn't stop. Her eyes were wide, her breath ragged as she ran for her life.

Just as I was about to swerve onto the street, I saw her stop dead in her tracks. My chest tightened. She had noticed the truck speeding toward her, the headlights blinding as it barreled down the road. She stood frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to move. I could see the panic in her eyes, the way her body locked up in terror.

"Run, Fiona!" I screamed, but it was too late. She didn't move. Her legs buckled, and just as the truck screeched to a halt, she fainted, collapsing to the ground.

Without thinking, I tore the car to the curb and jumped out, leaving the door wide open as I ran toward her. A small crowd had already gathered, murmuring and gasping at the scene. I shoved my way through, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes darted to the man who had been chasing her, but he was already slipping away, disappearing into the shadows. All I saw was his back, his cowardly retreat.

I knelt beside Fiona, my hands trembling as I checked for any signs of injury. "Fiona, can you hear me?" I asked, my voice hoarse with fear. She didn't respond—her face was pale, her breathing shallow. I glanced up at the truck driver, who was still sitting in his truck, wide-eyed and shaking.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled at him. "Did you hit her?"

The driver, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, raised his hands defensively. "She ran into the road, man! I didn't hit her, I swear! I stopped in time, I swear it!"

"If you hit her, I'll make sure your life is hell," I growled, my rage barely contained. "Do you understand me?"

"I didn't hit her!" he repeated, shaking his head. "She just collapsed."

I clenched my teeth, dismissing him as I scooped Fiona into my arms. She was limp, her body barely stirring as I carried her. The crowd began to murmur again, but I ignored them. I needed to get her out of here, away from the eyes of strangers. And more importantly, away from the man who had chased her.

I rushed back to my car, gently settling her in the passenger seat. My mind raced as I considered the closest place I could take her. The hospital was too risky—too many questions, too much exposure. I couldn't afford that. Instead, I headed for the closest house I owned, one that was usually occupied by my men and most importantly, our doctor.