Reynold's POV

"What was that about?" I said with rage, my gaze was fixated on Tiana. "Our parents said we are to get engaged, I understand that. But why the hell would you force yourself on me like you just did? I never agreed to marry you." I stood, fuming.

"You have no choice, Reynolds. It's either we get married or you lose the company to your step brothers. I’m sure you don't hate me that much."

I did. I hated Tiana because she despised people, and I couldn't imagine being with her for a lifetime. "You think I don't have a choice?" I hissed. "Watch me." I grabbed the keys to my car and stormed out of the event.

This was my event, and my presence was paramount. But so was Amyra's presence in my life.

"Where are you going?" I heard Tiana say behind me, but it was already too late to stop me. My shoes pounded against the marble floor, and the chilly night air hit me like a slap. But it wasn't cold enough to cool the fire raging inside of me.

"Did you see that lady who just left? Wavy, blonde hair, clear, smooth skin, and striking hazel eyes," I asked the gatekeepers, trying to describe her.

"Yes, sir. She had a floor-length gown and diamond jewels, right?"

"Yeah!" There was a sense of urgency in my voice. "How do I find her?"

"This way," they pointed in the direction her car had gone. "It's not been long since she left; I believe you'll find her if you leave now."

Without another word, I jumped into my car, and the engine roared to life. "Are you going without me, sir?" my chauffeur asked, knowing I never went anywhere without him.

"Don't follow me!" I yelled back at him as I zoomed off. My mind was racing with thoughts. Amyra was alive. She was out there. Not far away, I hoped. Ten years ago, I lost her. But not again.

I felt a lot of emotions as I drove along the familiar path at top speed. My mind raced. I recalled the trauma of ten years ago and what happened before Amyra vanished. I drew in the cold night's air and kept my eyes on the road, increasing my speed. "Not again!" I muttered to myself. I couldn't afford to lose her again.

My best friend at that time, Charles, had drugged her and used her. I didn't know what led to it, but I knew that Amyra would never cheat on me. Not with him. Not with anyone. Amyra had a story to tell, and I couldn't wait to hear her out.

A fresh wave of hatred for Charles hit me. I had punished him in different ways, but none of it felt enough. After hearing Amyra out tonight, I was going to cut his head off and toss it into the sea. He didn't deserve to live.

I brought the car to a sudden stop when I saw a gory sight before me. My heart raced as I looked around. An accident had happened on the bridge, and a car was hanging precariously close to the river.

I could choose to stop and save the people in the car, it was obvious that no one else had seen them. Or I could go after Amyra before she disappeared into thin air like she did years back. I sighed and climbed out of my car. Their car was in my way, anyway. I walked hastily to the car and noticed that the driver was dead.

A woman lay almost lifeless in the back of the car. She didn't seem to be dead yet. I forced the door open and was awestruck by the sight before me. It was Amyra, whom I had seen barely five minutes ago. My heart paused.

I couldn't think of what to do. I held her hand and felt her pulse. She was still alive. She looked like someone had beaten her up, adding to the fact that her car was badly damaged. Hatred welled up within me for whoever had done this to her, and panic set in because she looked so bad, almost lifeless. My body shivered as I drew near her.

I lifted her and took her in my arms, then carried her to my car. I swerved and drove back towards the event location. But when I arrived at the hall packed with people, I didn't stop. My car continued at top speed, heading towards the hospital.

"Help, doctor," I said the moment my car came to a halt. "She was involved in an accident and she's close to the point of death."

The doctor, without asking any questions, gave instructions to the nurse. She was wheeled into the ICU, and I was left standing, waiting.

I paced the hall with fear. I had lost Amyra years back because I wasn't there when she needed me the most. I wasn't about to lose her to the cold hands of death. I was willing to give any amount, any organ needed; I just needed my Amyra back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone in a black hoodie leaving the ICU. "Hey!" I called out. "How is she doing?" I had a feeling that whoever it was, wasn’t one of the medics, so I tried to raise an alarm, but he was swift. His face was hidden behind glasses and a face cap.

Before the security personnel could take notice of him, he had vanished into thin air. Just like Amyra did years back.

Moments later, the doctor re-emerged. "How is she doing?" I asked anxiously.

"I think someone sneaked into the ICU and unplugged the life support machine. Either that or she did it herself."

I looked at him, confused, unable to grasp what he was trying to say. "What are you trying to say, doctor?"

"I'm sorry, sir. But she's gone. We lost her." The words felt like a stab to my chest. I shut my eyes as my head spun, clenching my fists. My heart began to palpitate. This couldn't be true.

"You didn't try hard enough. You didn’t do your best. This isn't possible." Hot tears threatened to force their way through my burning eyelids.

His words echoed in my mind. Gone? My heart raced, trying to make sense of what he said. Had she been kidnapped or...had the worst happened?

"Oh, no, she's not dead," he quickly added. "I mean she's gone, literally. Either she left on her own or she was taken."

The Amyra I had seen in that car was in a coma, she couldn't leave by herself. Which meant only one thing: someone had taken her away from the hospital.