Chapter 9 - The Man Who Wanted My Sons
We thought the danger was over.
It wasn't.
Two weeks after the birthday party, someone tried to take Caleb.
Maren was shopping.
The twins were with me.
Caleb was in the car with his nanny.
A black SUV followed them.
The driver escaped.
Caleb was safe.
But the message was clear.
Someone still wanted him.
We investigated.
A name surfaced.
Harold Whitmore.
Tessa's father.
He had escaped custody.
He had been hiding.
And he wanted leverage.
My sons were leverage.
Maren was terrified.
I was furious.
We moved into a secured property.
Security doubled.
But Harold stayed hidden.
Then one night, my phone rang.
“Mr. Bellamy.”
The voice was disguised.
“Who is this?”
“You know.”
“Harold.”
A laugh.
“You learn quickly.”
“What do you want?”
“My grandson.”
“Caleb isn't your grandson.”
“He is.”
“No.”
“He carries Bellamy blood.”
“What do you want?”
“The trust.”
I closed my eyes.
“You still care about money.”
“I care about power.”
“You're going to prison.”
“Not if I get what I want.”
The line ended.
We traced the call.
A warehouse.
We went there with police.
Harold was waiting.
But he wasn't alone.
He had Tessa's brother Daniel.
The confrontation was chaos.
Police surrounded the building.
Harold tried to escape.
Daniel surrendered.
Harold was captured.
Inside the warehouse, we found documents.
Names.
Accounts.
And proof that he had orchestrated the baby trafficking plan.
He had planned to sell Caleb.
The amount was six million dollars.
I felt sick.
Maren cried.
“What kind of person does that?”
I held her.
“The kind we will never become.”
The trial ended quickly.
Harold was sentenced to decades in prison.
The Bellamy empire was finally free.
No more secrets.
No more threats.
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No more running.
For the first time, I could breathe.
