Rejected: A love story-Chapter 127: "Please!” Leila screamed, her voice breaking. “I swear, I don’t know anything! Please stop!”

Chapter 127: "Please!” Leila screamed, her voice breaking. “I swear, I don’t know anything! Please stop!”

Nathan sat at his desk, running a hand through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. Hours had passed since Fiona went silent, and his worry was quickly turning into frustration. He tried calling her again, but like before, it went straight to voicemail.

He slammed his phone down and leaned back in his chair. Something wasn’t right. Fiona wasn’t the type to ignore his calls, and the silence was eating at him.

Nathan’s fingers hovered over his phone before he finally dialed another number. This wasn’t his first choice, but he needed answers. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The line rang for a moment before a voice answered, brisk and professional.

"Boss," the man said.

"Why haven’t you called me?" Nathan snapped, skipping any pleasantries. "Fiona’s been out of reach all day. What the hell’s going on?"

There was a pause on the other end, and Nathan’s grip on the phone tightened.

"I lost her," the man admitted, his tone stiff. "I was following her earlier, but something happened. There was an accident. A car hit her outside a store near her campus."

Nathan shot up from his chair, his heart pounding. "An accident? Is she okay? Where is she now?"

"I don’t know," the man said quickly. "The driver put her in his car and drove off. I tried to follow, but I lost them in traffic. I’ve been digging into where they might’ve taken her, but so far, nothing’s come up. No hospitals in the area have reported taking in anyone matching her description."

Nathan’s mind raced as he paced the room. "You’re telling me you lost her? How does that even happen?!"

"I’m working on it, sir," the man said, his voice steady but firm. "The car was unregistered—no plates. Whoever took her knew what they were doing. This wasn’t random."

Nathan froze, his stomach sinking. "What do you mean, ’not random’? Are you saying this was planned?"

"It’s possible," the man admitted. "I can’t say for sure yet, but it’s looking that way. I’m still tracing the car’s route, trying to figure out where they went. I’ll update you as soon as I have something solid."

Nathan’s chest tightened as he processed the information. Fiona wasn’t just missing—she’d been taken. And if this wasn’t random, then someone had gone out of their way to make sure no one could find her.

"Find her," Nathan said, his voice low and deadly. "I don’t care what it takes. Just find her."

"Yes, boss," the man replied before the line went dead.

Nathan dropped the phone onto his desk and leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the table. He couldn’t sit here and do nothing. Fiona was out there, somewhere, and he wasn’t going to rest until he brought her back.

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Nathan stormed into the basement room, the air heavy with tension. His men stood silently by the walls, watching as he approached the woman sitting in the center of the room. Leila, bruised and exhausted, was chained to a chair, her head hanging low.

She looked up as Nathan entered, her eyes wide with fear. She’d been in this room for days, surrounded by silence and shadows. She knew Nathan was angry, but she didn’t know why he was here now.

Nathan stopped in front of her, his jaw tight and his eyes cold. "Leila," he said, his voice sharp. "You’ve done a lot of things over the years, but this one might be the worst. Where is Fiona?"

Leila’s eyes widened further, panic flashing across her face. "I don’t know what you’re talking about!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Nathan didn’t believe her. He’d kept her under watch for days, ever since she’d kidnapped Fiona months ago. She was dangerous, manipulative, and always had people working for her on the outside. If anyone knew where Fiona was, it was her.

"Don’t play dumb," Nathan snapped, leaning closer. "Fiona’s missing, and I know you’ve got something to do with it. Is it one of your men? Did you send someone to take her?"

Leila shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I swear, I didn’t! I don’t know anything about this! Please, you have to believe me!"

Nathan’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust her. Leila was a liar, a manipulator, and she’d do anything to save herself.

"You’re lying," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You always have someone working for you. Who’s your accomplice? Who’s out there helping you?"

"I don’t have anyone!" Leila sobbed, pulling against the chains that held her. "I’ve been here for days! I haven’t spoken to anyone! Please, I don’t know anything!"

Nathan glanced at his men, his expression hard. "She’s lying," he said flatly. "Make her talk."

The men stepped forward without hesitation. One of them grabbed Leila by the hair, forcing her to look up at Nathan. Another delivered a sharp blow to her ribs, and she cried out in pain.

"Please!" Leila screamed, her voice breaking. "I swear, I don’t know anything! Please stop!"

Nathan watched silently as his men continued. He didn’t flinch at her cries or her begging—he needed answers, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got them.

"You’ve done this before," Nathan said coldly, his voice cutting through her screams. "You kidnapped Fiona once. You know how to make people disappear. So tell me—where is she?"

Leila shook her head, gasping for breath. "I don’t know! I don’t know! Please, you have to believe me!"

One of Nathan’s men punched her again, and she doubled over in the chair, coughing and crying.

Nathan stepped closer, his voice calm but deadly. "You have someone out there. Someone who’s working for you. Tell me who it is, and this stops."

Leila looked up at him, her face pale and streaked with tears. "I swear, I don’t have anyone! I don’t know where she is! Please, you have to believe me!"

Nathan didn’t move. He didn’t believe her.

"Keep going," he said to his men.

The blows continued, and Leila screamed, begging for mercy.

"I swear, I don’t know anything!" she cried. "Please, please stop! I don’t know where she is! I don’t have anyone working for me! Please!"

Nathan watched her closely, searching her face for any sign of deception. Her cries sounded desperate, her tears looked real, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something.

"You’re lying," he said again, his voice quiet but firm. "You always lie. You always have someone working for you. Just tell me the truth, and this ends."

Leila sobbed uncontrollably, her body trembling. "I don’t know! I don’t know! Please, you have to believe me!"

Nathan’s men paused, glancing at him for further orders.

Nathan stared at Leila for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He didn’t want to stop—not until he had answers. But if Leila truly didn’t know anything, then beating her wouldn’t change that.

"Enough," he said finally, his voice cold.

The men stepped back, leaving Leila slumped in the chair, gasping for breath and crying softly.

Nathan turned away, his mind racing. If Leila didn’t know anything, then he was back to square one. Fiona was still missing, and he had no idea where to look next.

But something still didn’t sit right. Leila was a liar, and Nathan couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something.

"Keep her here," he said to his men as he walked toward the door. "Don’t let her out of your sight. If she tries anything, you know what to do."

The men nodded silently, watching as Nathan left the room.

Nathan stepped into the hallway, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. He needed answers, and he needed them fast. Fiona was out there somewhere, and he wasn’t going to stop until he found her.