Chapter 6 - Derek’s Final Plan Was to Kidnap Me Before the Baby Was Born, but He Forgot I Was No Longer AloneThe attack changed our routine.
I stopped going out alone.
Not because Vincent forced me.
Because I chose it.
The baby was due in six weeks.
My doctor wanted me to rest.
Vincent tried to make every day peaceful.
He failed.
Danger followed us.
A car followed us to the doctor's office.
A man entered the house perimeter.
Someone tried to access the medical records.
Then one morning, I disappeared.
Not willingly.
Someone had drugged a security guard.
I was taken from the garage.
I woke in a dark room.
My wrists were tied.
My stomach hurt.
“Hello?”
A door opened.
Derek entered.
He looked thinner.
Angrier.
He smiled.
“You made me look like a monster.”
I stared.
“You did that yourself.”
He slapped the table.
“You ruined my life.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“You ruined it.”
He crouched.
“You'll come home.”
“I won't.”
“You'll give me the baby.”
“No.”
He smiled.
“You think Vincent will find you?”
“Yes.”
He laughed.
“I moved you.”
I looked around.
“I'll find a way.”
“You always think you're stronger now.”
“I am.”
He grabbed my arm.
Then stopped.
A voice came through the speaker.
“Derek.”
He froze.
Vincent.
His voice filled the room.
“You have ten seconds.”
Derek looked around.
“How?”
Vincent continued.
“You made two mistakes.”
“What?”
“You kept her alive.”
“And?”
“You let her touch your phone.”
I smiled.
My heart had been pounding for ten minutes.
I remembered.
During the abduction, I had pressed my emergency pendant.
The pendant Vincent had given me.
Tracking device.
Audio.
The police were already moving.
Derek panicked.
He dragged me toward the door.
It exploded open.
Police stormed in.
Vincent entered behind them.
His eyes found me.
He ran.
He untied my wrists.
“Are you hurt?”
“My stomach.”
He immediately called for medical help.
The baby was okay.
But contractions had started.
We raced to the hospital.
I delivered six weeks early.
A tiny girl.
Elena.
Vincent stood beside me.
When he heard her first cry, he cried.
He didn't hide it.
He held my hand.
“You did it.”
I smiled.
“She did.”
He looked at our daughter.
“She looks like you.”
“She has your stubbornness.”
He laughed.
“No chance.”
Hours later, the doctors cleared the baby.
Derek was arrested.
This time, there was no release.
He faced kidnapping charges.
Attempted harm.
Assault.
Conspiracy.
His network collapsed.
The final trial lasted months.
I testified.
Vincent testified.
The other women testified.
The case became historic.
The department was forced to change its procedures.
The shelter network expanded.
And my life changed forever.
Not because I had become Vincent's wife.
Because I had become my own person.
Vincent never asked me to quit working.
I started my own company.
A logistics consulting firm.
Later, we merged it with one of his legitimate businesses.
I became a partner.
Not an employee.
Not an accessory.
A partner.
We signed our contracts separately.
We built everything transparently.
He told me once:
“You never have to sign something just because I put it in front of you.”
I smiled.
“I know.”
That was love.
Choice.
The baby grew.
Elena became a loud, happy child.
She loved music.
Books.
And her father's expensive watch.
One day, she stole it.
Vincent pretended to be furious.
I laughed.
“You created that.”
“No.”
“You did.”
He smiled.
“Maybe.”
Years passed.
The criminal side of Vincent's world disappeared.
He stepped away.
Some people doubted it.
But he proved them wrong.
He built legitimate businesses.
Invested in communities.
Funded shelters.
And became known not as a crime boss, but as a businessman.
People still whispered.
We didn't care.
Our family was real.
Then one night, when Elena was four, a package arrived.
Inside was an old photograph.
Derek.
Me.
Vincent.
And a man I didn't recognize.
Underneath:
THE PAST ALWAYS REMEMBERS.
Vincent looked at it.
His face changed.
“Who is that?”
May you like
He whispered:
“My father.”
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