The night was unusually silent.
Heaven paced in her room, unable to shake the unease creeping up her spine. Dylan's words echoed in her head.
"Richard is planning to take you."
She hugged herself.
Dylan had doubled the security around the mansion, but she still felt exposed—like prey waiting for the hunter to strike.
She hated it.
A soft knock on her door made her jump.
"Who is it?" she asked warily.
"It's me, Miss Heaven."
Jayden.
She exhaled in relief and opened the door.
"The boss wants you downstairs," Jayden said.
Her brows furrowed. "At this hour?"
"It's important."
Something felt off.
Still, she followed him.
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The Trap
Jayden led her through the dimly lit hallways.
But instead of taking her to Dylan's study, he turned toward the back exit.
Heaven stopped in her tracks.
"Where are we going?"
Jayden didn't answer.
Instead, he pulled out a syringe and lunged.
Heaven gasped, trying to step back, but his grip was strong.
"I'm sorry, Miss Heaven," he whispered before plunging the needle into her neck.
A sharp sting.
Dizziness.
Her body weakened almost instantly.
Jayden caught her as she collapsed, lifting her into his arms.
"We have her," he murmured into a hidden earpiece.
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Richard's Victory
When Heaven woke, her vision was blurry.
A dimly lit room. The scent of whiskey and expensive cologne.
She blinked, trying to move, but her hands were bound to the chair.
A chuckle echoed in the room.
"Finally awake?"
Her heart pounded as Richard Martin stepped out of the shadows.
Tall. Cold eyes. A cruel smirk.
"I was beginning to think Jayden gave you too much."
Heaven's breath hitched. "You… you were behind this?"
Richard tilted his head. "Of course. Did you think Dylan was the only one who could manipulate people?"
Her stomach twisted. "Jayden… he betrayed Dylan?"
Richard smirked. "Betrayed? No. He was always mine."
Her blood ran cold.
Dylan had trusted Jayden.
And now, she was in the hands of his enemy.
"What do you want from me?" she demanded.
Richard stepped closer, gripping her chin. "I want to destroy Dylan."
His grip tightened.
"And you, little dove, are going to help me do it."