A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 87

I stepped forward.

“I’m Amber Asher.”

Adrian immediately shouted.

“What?! Are you insane?!”

Two of the men grabbed him.

“You’re coming too.”

“Get your hands off me!” Adrian snapped.

Jason took one step forward.

I raised my hand quickly toward him.

“Jason.”

He stopped.

His jaw tightened.

“Leave it,” I said quietly.

“The kids are here.”

His eyes flicked toward Alice and Alex.

Then back to me.

I gave the smallest shake of my head.

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Not here.

Not like this.

One of the men moved behind me.

Cold metal brushed my arm as he secured my wrists.

Another man pulled a black bag over Adrian’s head.

He struggled violently.

“What the hell is this?!”

“QUIET.”

Then the same darkness swallowed my vision.

A rough cloth bag dropped over my head.

Everything went black.

My breathing slowed automatically.

Focus.

Listen.

Behind us chaos erupted.

People shouting.

Furniture scraping.

I heard Jason’s voice somewhere behind me.

Sharp.

Angry.

But he wasn’t moving.

Good.

They were keeping their promise.

Hands grabbed my arms.

They pushed us forward.

Fast.

The floor changed beneath my shoes.

Carpet.

Then marble.

Then outside air.

Cool.

We were being dragged away.

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The last thing I heard before the doors slammed shut behind us-

Was Jason shouting my name

Then the sound of engines starting

We were being dragged toward vehicles.

Adrian was still struggling somewhere beside me.

“You idiots have no idea what you’re doing!” he shouted from inside the bag. “Do you know who I am?!”

One of the men shoved him forward harder.

“Keep moving.”

The voice was calm.

Too calm.

I forced myself to slow my breathing.

Panic helps no one.

Behind us chaos erupted.

People shouting.

Furniture scraping.

Security yelling orders.

Cold metal pressed briefly against my back as someone guided me forward.

The doors of a vehicle opened.

We were pushed inside.

The engine started almost immediately.

Tires rolled over gravel.

The car accelerated.

I sat there in darkness, hands bound, the rough fabric of the bag brushing against my lips every time I breathed.

Adrian was still muttering threats somewhere beside me.

But I wasn’t listening to him.

I was listening to them.

To the voices around us.

One of the men spoke again.

And something about the sound of his voice made a chill run down my spine.

It was familiar.

Not the words.

The tone.

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The cadence.

I had heard it before.

I was sure of it.

But I couldn’t place it.

My mind raced through possibilities.

Family gatherings.

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