Chapter 1
In the dark room, the cold blade of the kidnapper’s dagger pressed against my throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“Call your man, let him come talk.”
The kidnapper behind me held out my phone, the knife never lowering. “Don’t try any
tricks!”
My hands were tightly bound and already swollen in pain. I dialed the number, but it
wasn’t my husband, Nico Turner.
“Madam? Is something wrong? Mr. Turner is busy and can’t come to find you.”
On the other end of the line was Nico’s secretary, Johnny. The two of them were close,
almost like brothers.
Seeing the kidnapper’s dark expression, I forced myself to stay calm.
“I’m being kidnapped, Johnny. Please send someone to handle this.”
The kidnapper seemed dissatisfied that I didn’t call Nico. The tip of the knife dug into my
back, and the pain made me gasp.
But Johnny on the other end of the line didn’t seem panicked. In fact, his voice carried a
hint of schadenfreude.
“Madam, this act is getting boring.”
“Mr. Turner already told me not to report anything about your recent movements to him, so
as not to upset his mood.”
“He’s quite busy. Please don’t make more trouble, it’ll be better for everyone.”
My heart sank even further. Even the kidnapper’s expression shifted slightly as he listened
to this conversation. He couldn’t understand why the wife of the President of Turner Group
couldn’t even command her own secretary.
I shrank in the chair, unconsciously clutching my palms, leaving deep and shallow marks,
An hour ago, I realized I had been reborn into the day I was kidnapped.
Nico had many rivals, some ruthless enough to use underhanded tactics like kidnapping.
This time, I didn’t call Nico directly. Instead, I hoped by calling someone else, I might have a
small chance of survival.
But why did it seem like I was still going to die today?
The kidnapper was clearly displeased with the conversation. He pushed the knife even harder against my throat, growling in my ear.
“Tell him, tell Nico that bastard to come and negotiate!”
I took a deep breath, trying hard to clear my foggy mind.
When I didn’t respond, Johnny spoke again, as if to himself.
“There are some things a secretary shouldn’t say, but Madam, you can’t have it all. You
already have the title of the president’s wife, so you can’t expect other things.”
“I know, you want to see Mr. Turner, but you shouldn’t be asking anyone to help you stage a
kidnapping or something.”
“Behave, it will be better for both you and Mr. Turner.”
With every word, the despair inside me deepened.
It wasn’t that I didn’t know–there were few in the Turner Group who respected me. But in
this life–or–death situation, I couldn’t care about that anymore.
“Johnny,” I swallowed, my voice trembling.
“I don’t want to see Nico, I just need you to come. If you come, you can solve this too.”
On the other end, I heard a derisive laugh, but no words. He hung up the phone.
My heart plummeted, and despair flooded me.
I should have known.
In their eyes, I was just a bad woman who would destroy Nico’s relationship with his white
moonlight, Rosalie Adams, for wealth and status.
In my past life, Nico eventually came to save me.