Chapter 50: Change of Plans
Zevian gently cradled Kiana, who was nestled soundly against his chest, her soft murmurs revealing how much she missed her mommy. He carefully lifted her off his chest, placing her gently on the bed. Just as he stood up, his phone buzzed, and the moment he heard John’s panicked voice, his heart plummeted.
"She must have been kidnapped again!"
Those words sent an icy chill through Zevian’s veins, his mind flashing back to Evelyn’s pale, lifeless face as they pulled her from the grave. The memory was too fresh, too raw. His world felt like it was collapsing all over again.
No, not again!
"Get the team and search the entire mansion, inside and out!" he barked, his voice betraying his fear despite the icy command. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Damien’s number. If this turned out to be Sophia’s doing, he would toss aside any plan Damien had and dig a hole into that damned woman’s skull himself.
"What now?" Avery asked from the hall, noticing his frantic demeanor as he cursed aloud when Damien didn’t pick up.
"Evelyn is missing! Find her location now!" he demanded through gritted teeth, the urgency in his voice making both Damien and Avery freeze in place.
"Again?" Damien’s voice dripped with irritation as he finally answered, pausing his moment of intimacy with the woman trying to climb over him. "Where the hell did she go this time?" he muttered darkly, silently swearing vengeance on whoever dared lay a finger on Zevian’s beloved. If it was Sophia, she wouldn’t live to see the sunrise.
Zevian cut the call, frustration burning in his chest as he turned to Avery. "Call me if she comes here," he ordered. Without waiting for a response, he rushed out of the house, his heart thudding painfully in his chest, fear squeezing tighter with each passing second.
John had already begun the search, and in his desperation, he sought out Elias, the only person Evelyn trusted implicitly.
"Are you sure she left the house?" Elias asked the maid who had alerted John, his voice thick with suspicion. She nodded, trembling under John’s intense gaze as he tried to peer into her soul, seeking any trace of deceit.