Emilia's POV

Once I found myself brought to the airport, I soon found myself in an unfamiliar location, a vast basement that felt more similar to an underground mansion.

Lucian Red was the one responsible for my captivity, and I couldn’t be naïve about it. I was well aware of his infatuation with my daughter, noticing his frequent visits to the café where she would spend her time. I couldn’t help but connect his presence to her emotional turmoil when we departed Dinan and her detached state while we were in Greece.

As a concerned parent, I discreetly monitored the café’s CCTV, ensuring my daughter’s safety from afar. Yet, I...