Chapter 19
Marcus’s POV
“What the fuck was he doing there?” Marcus spat as he glared at the picture before him.
Rage burned through him, and he clenched his jaw tightly.
He could barely hear Jackson’s voice as he explained. “We got this footage from one of th traffic cameras. Your brother was close to the orphanage on the day of the fire.”
Marcus ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. The mere mention of his brother wa: enough to rattle him completely.
What the hell was his brother doing around the orphanage on the day of the fire?
Could it be that he was the one who had taken Isabella?
It made sense. Alexander hated him, and would probably take Isabella to get back at him.
He slammed his fist on the table. “Jackson,” he barked.
“What about the other footage? Have you identified the man who carried Isabella away?” He asked.
“Not yet sir, the-“;
“What’s taking so long?” Marcus snapped with a growl.
“We just have a few minutes left to be done. It was very difficult to enhance the footage, but we’re very close.” Jackson explained.
“Enhance it quickly, and get back to me immediately!” Marcus barked.
He disconnected the call, and began pacing his office again.
Things just got a lot worse if his brother was involved.
Marcus knew what his brother, Alexander, was capable of. He didn’t even want to begin tc imagine Isabella in the hands of his brother.
He kept glancing at his phone as he waited for Jackson to call him back. The wait felt unbearable and endless. Few minutes felt like several hours, until his phone finally rang.
Marcus dove for it frantically, nearly knocking it to the floor, because of his rush. “Jackson?” he demanded, his voice sounding slightly breathless.
There was a pause.
Then Jackson spoke, he sounded very cautious. “We enhanced the footage, sir, and we’ve found
him.”
Marcus’s heart was thundering. “And?”
Jackson exhaled slowly. “It’s him.”
Marcus froze. “Who?”
“The man carrying Isabella… was your brother. Alexander Pierce.”
Silence.
His blood ran cold. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, and it was getting hard to breathe.
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No.
He stumbled into the nearest chair, breathing heavily as his mind raced.
Alexander.
His brother.
The one person he feared more than anyone else in this world.
“Are you sure?” Marcus whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Positive. The match came back 99.8% accurate. It’s him.”
He swallowed hard. This was bad. He had suspected, but now that it had been confirmed, he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Alexander didn’t do things randomly, and he didn’t act without a plan. He was calculating, strategic, and cruel.
And he had Isabella.
Why? Why would he take her? Was it revenge? Was this a twisted plan to get back at him?
Marcus swallowed again. His voice was hoarse. “Where is he? Do you have a location?”
“We’re working on tracing him now. I’ll send you the location immediately we get it.”
“Do it fast,” Marcus growled. “And Jackson, don’t tell anyone else. This should be kept confidential.”
“Understood.”
The call ended.
Marcus sat frozen for a few more seconds processing everything that he had just heard.
He shoved the phone aside and rose to his feet like a possessed man.
He couldn’t stay still.
He began pacing, gripping his hair, and muttering to himself.
“He took her. Alexander took her.”
“Oh my goodness, Isabella. What is he doing to her?”
“He wouldn’t just take her. He’s using her to punish me.”
“He knows she means something to me, that’s why.”
His heart pounded faster, and his throat tightened.
The thought of Alexander anywhere near Isabella made him want to smash everything around him.
Marcus stopped, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
He had to save her.
He didn’t know how, but he would.
And when he saved Isabella, she would look at him differently.
She would understand, and forgive him for everything.
She would see that he had changed.
Chapter 19
Marcus’s POV
“What the fuck was he doing there?” Marcus spat as he glared at the picture before him.
Rage burned through him, and he clenched his jaw tightly,
He could barely hear Jackson’s voice as he explained. “We got this footage from one of the traffic cameras. Your brother was close to the orphanage on the day of the fire.”
Marcus ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. The mere mention of his brother was enough to rattle him completely,
What the hell was his brother doing around the orphanage on the day of the fire?
Could it be that he was the one who had taken Isabella?
It made sense. Alexander hated him, and would probably take Isabella to get back at him.
He slammed his fist on the table. “Jackson,” he barked.
“What about the other footage? Have you identified the man who carried Isabella away?” He asked
“Not yet sir, the-“;
“What’s taking so long?” Marcus snapped with a growl.
“We just have a few minutes left to be done. It was very difficult to enhance the footage, but we’re very close” Jackson explained.
“Enhance it quickly, and get back to me immediately!” Marcus barked,
He disconnected the call, and began pacing his office again.
Things just got a lot worse if his brother was involved.
Marcus knew what his brother, Alexander, was capable of. He didn’t even want to begin to imagine Isabella in the hands of his brother.
He kept glancing at his phone as he waited for Jackson to call him back. The wait felt unbearable and endless. Few minutes felt like several hours, until his phone finally rang.
Marcus dove for it frantically, nearly knocking it to the floor, because of his rush. “Jackson?” he demanded, his voice sounding slightly breathless.
There was a pause.
Then Jackson spoke, he sounded very cautious. “We enhanced the footage, sir, and we’ve found him.”
Marcus’s heart was thundering. “And?”
Jackson exhaled slowly. “It’s him.”
Marcus froze. “Who?”
“The man carrying Isabella… was your brother. Alexander Pierce.”
Silence
His blood ran cold. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, and it was getting hard to breathe.
No.
He stumbled into the nearest chair, breathing heavily as his mind raced.
Alexander.
His brother.
The one person he feared more than anyone else in this world.
“Are you sure?” Marcus whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Positive. The match came back 99.8% accurate. It’s him.”
He swallowed hard. This was bad. He had suspected, but now that it had been confirmed, h didn’t know what to do with himself.
Alexander didn’t do things randomly, and he didn’t act without a plan. He was calculating strategic, and cruel.
And he had Isabella.
Why? Why would he take her? Was it revenge? Was this a twisted plan to get back at him?
Marcus swallowed again. His voice was hoarse. “Where is he? Do you have a location?” “We’re working on tracing him now. I’ll send you the location immediately we get it.”
“Do it fast,” Marcus growled. “And Jackson, don’t tell anyone else. This should be kep confidential.”
“Understood.”
The call ended.
Marcus sat frozen for a few more seconds processing everything that he had just heard.
He shoved the phone aside and rose to his feet like a possessed man.
He couldn’t stay still.
He began pacing, gripping his hair, and muttering to himself.
“He took her. Alexander took her.”
“Oh my goodness, Isabella. What is he doing to her?”
“He wouldn’t just take her. He’s using her to punish me.”
“He knows she means something to me, that’s why.”
His heart pounded faster, and his throat tightened.
The thought of Alexander anywhere near Isabella made him want to smash everything around him.
Marcus stopped, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
He had to save her.
He didn’t know how, but he would.
And when he saved Isabella, she would look at him differently.
She would understand, and forgive him for everything.
She would see that he had changed.
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Marcus began to mumble to himself.
“I’ll tell her everything. I’ll get on my knees if I have to. I’ll beg her to understand. I’ll apologize for every cruel word I ever said, every threat I made, and I’ll apologize for choosing Bianca, and leaving her behind.”
He imagined holding her in his arms as she cried, looking up at him like he was her hero.
His jaw clenched.
Maybe Isabella hated him. Maybe he had hurt her, but none of that mattered when he was going to rescue her.
What if she doesn’t forgive him?
“No, no, no,” he muttered, shaking his head violently. “I’m going to fix this.”
Unknown to him, there was someone else eavesdropping on the whole conversation.
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