"Young miss, you should go," Head Maid Sara said amidst tears.

"But what about you? He would kill you. I can't leave you to die," she cried helplessly.

"Just go, young miss. I can't let you die. Your safety is my priority," Sara begged, tears pouring down her eyes.

Ivaana cried more as she embraced Sara one last time, running out of the premises with her few belongings. She had nowhere to go, but she continued running to nowhere in particular, hoping Jesse would not find her again. She ran into a dark street, going farther into it, not even knowing where she was going.

She finally decided to spend the night in a building that was still under construction. But soon, at midnight, she was woken up by some voices.

"Her skin is so delicate"

"Gosh, I'm starving for her pussy"

"I bet she would be able to satisfy us"

Ivaana opened her eyes slowly to see three men starting in front of her, blowing smokes into her face.

"Who're you" she asked crawling back but soon met the wall. The men's laughter rented the whole room immediately.

" Where do you think you are going to miss. You aren't goanna escape without satisfying us this night first " the first man at the right having a scar on his face said.

" Enough of the talking. Let's dive into her right away. She's goanna be having a threesome" the second man said and Ivaana shivered. She was goanna be raped - the main reason she left her financee in the first place.

" Please don't do this to me. I promise to do all you want from me" she cried as the men advanced towards her.

" We want you so satisfy us" the third man finally spoke with an evil smirk on.

" Noooo" Ivaana scream rented the hair as she her gown was torn off her, next her bra and then her panties.

...

Jesse burst into the kitchen, where Sara was cooking, seething with anger.

"Where the hell is Ivy?" he demanded, banging his fist on the sink.

"I don't know... Sir," she lied, looking downwards.

"You've got to know. I entrusted her in your care. How dare you let her escape?" he yelled violently.

"I didn't, sir. I...I..." she stammered.

"Shut the hell up, haggard old witch," he cursed, pushing her so her head hit the sink, and she started bleeding immediately. Jesse hissed and rushed out of the kitchen.

"I hope he doesn't find Ivanna," weak Sara muttered as she held onto her bleeding head.

"I need to find Ivanna at all costs," Jesse muttered to himself as he rushed to his car.

He then sent a text to his trusted bodyguard.

"IVANNA IS MISSING. YOU HAVE TO FIND HER AT ALL COSTS."

...

"Where is Betrasio?" Mr. Chapman questioned Betrasio's secretary.

"Sir, I don't know where he went. We only met last night, and I haven't seen him since then. He didn't even come to the office today," Emmy reported.

"How can he suddenly be missing when his wedding with Fiona is in a week?" Mr. Chapman asked.

"I have no idea, sir," Emmy said softly.

"You can leave," Mr. Chapman said. Emmy bowed and left.

Bonaventure entered immediately. He is Betrasio's elder brother.

"Father, I told you that son of yours is good for nothing. He ran away after hearing about his marriage with Fiona. How naive of him," Bonaventure said hatefully.

"He isn't like you, Bona, so stop badmouthing him," Mr. Chapman warned.

"Oh really? Then why did he run away?" Bonaventure questioned.

"Answer that yourself. You can leave," Mr. Chapman shushed him rudely.

"You can side with him all you want, but I am far more competent than he is, and as long as I am alive, he would never take over that company," Bonaventure claimed walking away.

After Bonaventure left, Mr. Chapman sighed and picked up his phone. He dialed Betrasio's number, but it rang and went to voicemail. Concern rose in his chest as he realized something was truly amiss. He then called Fiona, only to discover she hadn't heard from him either.

Worry etched deep lines in Mr. Chapman's furrowed brow as he considered the possibility that something serious had happened to his son. He knew that the upcoming nuptials were not just about a marriage; they were also a union of two influential families and a vital business alliance.

Mr. Chapman decided that he needed to investigate further and find Betrasio before the situation escalated. He had to ensure Betrasio's safety and protect the bond between their families.

As he contemplated his next move, the weight of responsibility lay heavy on his shoulders. This was not only about familial duty but also about safeguarding the future of the company and the well-being of his beloved son.

...

After Ivanna had been stripped naked, the man with the scar unbuckled his belt and soon got rid of his trousers. His manhood sprang out gallantly, and as he made to thrust into her, someone entered.

"Stop right there," the person demanded, his long hair covering his face.

"You are in no position to ask that question. Just let the girl go, and there wouldn't have to be a fight leading to broken bones," the man warned with much authority.

"Look who's talking. You can't stand the three of us in a fight. You would be the one getting the broken bones, so I advise you to leave as quietly as you came or join us," the man with the scar said.

"We'll deal with him if he tries to stop us," the third man said.

The mysterious man pushed his hair to one side of his face, revealing his handsome features. His strong jawline was accentuated by a well-groomed shadow of stubble and his piercing eyes held an unwavering determination. His prominent cheekbones and angular features exuded a sense of confidence and commanding presence.

"Tsk, tsk, time to play," he smiled sardonically, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to face the impending threat.