A fashion designer, Celeste, longs for the truth about her tragic childhood and losing her parents. She turns to the only man who's taken care of her, Donovan Evanston, who doesn't want her to know the truth and lies to her causing her to fall into...
I was walking out of the torture room when one of Donovan's men tried to escape. He somehow managed to get out of his cuffs. As he tried to run after me I turned around and shot him. He dropped instantly and I just stared at him. You'd think he would look for a weapon before running to his death.
"Mr. Hue! I got an important message from your brothers phone. A guy named Luke Stone said your daughter Celeste is trying to reach you. He also mentioned that Donovan Evanston kept her since she was six but now she knows everything." Once my guard finished rambling he stared at me.
Celeste? I searched for her day and night but could never find her. I gave up thinking she might have died around the time she was twelve or thirteen. Her and her mother was everything to me. Still is. I loved them so much when he took them away from me I wanted to die.
After I signed Donovan's paperwork he told me to stay hidden and left me to survive. I couldn't move and barely could see but my brother found me from the tracker that was in my thigh. We both made sure that if anything was to happen and we disappeared we were able to find each other. When I went home to search for Jessica and Celeste the house was empty. I had no idea where they were and if they were alive. A lump in my throat kept me from talking and I was losing my mind. Two days later, I saw on the news about the house fire and I didn't want to believe it. When they found Jessica remains I snapped.
I was depressed and wanted to die. I welcomed death when I heard of her remains. It took four of my men to hold me down because I was punching, cursing, breaking everything and everyone. The only thing that kept my sanity was knowing they didn't find Celeste in that mess. I knew she was alive. I felt it in my soul and refused to give up until I exhausted all my options. When I did I started to think she was either still missing or dead.
Hearing that she's been looking for me this whole time woke up the love I once felt. It made my heart flutter and swell in happiness. For the first time in several years, I cried. I dropped to my knees and cried. My baby girl never gave up on me.
"Mr. Hue?" The guard called my name concerned.
I wiped my face and picked myself back up.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Did this Luke say where she was? How she's doing? What she looks like now?" I was eager to find her and to know anything about her.
"No sir, I did look him up and found his phone number and email." He nodded in confirmation.
"I don't want to call him just yet. He might relocate her or something." I walked with him into our security room and watched as I gave orders to my team and began to work. "Find out his whereabouts and she should be with him. I want to know all means of his transportation, if he used any, and where." I could hear in my voice that I was rushing them but if she knows and left Donovan he's going to want her back. I can't let him get to her before me.
Within fifteen minutes they found out that he left for Paris and is there with some of his men.
"Mr. Hue, Donovan Evanston plane also landed in Paris. He's there and checked into a hotel."
Fuck! I need to be there now! I pulled out my phone and called up one of my Army friends and got a hold of three SR- 71 Blackbird plane.
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