Chapter 127 Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Chapter 127
Chapter 127

The Hart mansion had never felt so empty.

The rooms were large, elegant, filled with expensive furniture and polished floors, yet the silence inside them was suffocating. It pressed against the walls, settled into the corners, and wrapped itself around Kelvin Hart’s chest until breathing felt like work.

Kelvin paced the length of his study for what felt like the hundredth time. The phone was still in his hand, his fingers wrapped so tightly around it that his knuckles had turned white. His hands trembled uncontrollably, not from age or weakness, but from fear. A deep, bone-deep fear he had not known since the worst days of his life.

Landon Callahan had meant every word.

Margaret stood near the doorway, watching her husband unravel. She had known him for decades. She had seen him angry, grieving, furious, even ruthless in business. But she had never seen him like this.

He looked like a man who had just realized his world was already burning.

“He meant it,” Kelvin whispered hoarsely, his voice barely more than breath. “Every word. He meant all of it.”

Margaret took a hesitant step forward. “What did he say?” she asked softly.

Kelvin stopped pacing. His shoulders slumped, as though the weight he had been carrying finally became too much.

“He said if anything happens to his wife or his baby, he will destroy us,” Kelvin said. His voice cracked on the last word. “Not just Isabella. Not just me. All of us. The Hart family. Our company. Everything we have built.”

Margaret felt her knees weaken. She reached for the back of a chair to steady herself.

She understood exactly what that threat meant.

The Callahan family was powerful in ways that could not be measured by money alone. Their influence stretched into politics, law enforcement, media, and global business. And through marriage, the Blake family stood beside them. Two dynasties aligned. Two forces capable of crushing anyone in their path.

If Landon Callahan decided to erase the Hart family, there would be nothing left to save.

“And Isabella?” Margaret whispered, already terrified of the answer.

Kelvin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were glassy with tears.

“He said he’s going to kill her.”

Margaret broke down completely.

A sharp sob tore out of her chest as she rushed toward Kelvin, clutching his arms like she might collapse without him. “Our baby,” she cried. “He’s going to kill our baby.”

“She stopped being a baby a long time ago,” Kelvin said quietly. There was bitterness in his voice, but also unbearable sorrow. “What she did crossed a line. Kidnapping a pregnant woman. Killing guards. Torturing people. That isn’t madness anymore. That’s cruelty.”

“She’s sick,” Margaret insisted, shaking her head through tears. “She needs help. Treatment. Not death.”

Kelvin pulled his arms free gently and turned away. “Tell that to a man whose wife and unborn child are missing,” he said. “Tell that to a man who has been searching for seventy-two hours with nothing but lies and empty rooms.”

He moved to his desk and grabbed his phone again.

“What are you doing?” Margaret asked urgently.

“Finding her,” Kelvin said. His voice hardened with desperate determination. “Before Landon does.”

He started making calls. One after another. His head of security. Private investigators. Old contacts in the police force. People who owed him favors. People who feared him.

“Check every property we own,” he ordered into the phone. “Every building. Every house. Every abandoned space. I don’t care how long it’s been empty.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And move faster,” Kelvin snapped. “Callahan is hunting her too. If he reaches her first, she won’t survive.”

He ended the call and immediately dialed another number.

The hours crawled by.

Each call that came back delivered the same crushing answer. No sign of Isabella. No trace. No leads.

Margaret sat curled on the couch, crying quietly into a tissue. Despite everything Isabella had done, despite the horror of her actions, she was still their child. The little girl who used to hide behind her mother’s skirts. The teenager who had once begged for approval with desperate eyes.

“Where could she be?” Margaret whispered.

Then she froze.

Her breathing stopped for a moment as a memory surfaced.

“Kelvin,” she said suddenly.

He turned, startled. “What is it?”

“The old house,” she said. “The one in Manhattan. The one that burned years ago.”

Kelvin frowned. “The condemned one?”

She nodded quickly. “She loved that place when she was young. Before everything went wrong. She used to hide there whenever she was angry or upset.”

“It’s abandoned,” Kelvin said slowly. “Unsafe. Falling apart.”

“Exactly,” Margaret said. “No one would think to look there.”

Kelvin felt a cold chill run through him.

He grabbed his phone again and dialed his head of security.

“Marcus. I need you to listen carefully. The old Hart property in Manhattan. The one that was condemned after the fire.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Send someone there immediately. Do not approach her. Just confirm if Isabella is there.”

They waited.

The minutes felt endless.

When the phone finally rang, Kelvin answered before the first ring ended.

“She’s there,” Marcus said. “Isabella is inside the house.”

Relief hit Kelvin like a punch to the chest, followed immediately by terror.

“Is she alone?”

“There appears to be someone else in the house,” Marcus replied. “Movement in another room.”

Kelvin’s heart sank.

Sienna.

There was no more time to hesitate.

Kelvin dialed Landon Callahan.

His hands shook so badly he nearly dropped the phone.

“What?” Landon’s voice snapped when he answered.

“I found her,” Kelvin said quickly. “I know where Isabella is.”

There was a pause. Heavy. Dangerous.

“Where,” Landon demanded.

Kelvin gave him the address. The street. The landmarks. Every detail he could remember.

“If this is another trick,” Landon said coldly.

“It isn’t,” Kelvin replied desperately. “I swear on my life. She’s there.”

Another pause.

Then Landon spoke again. “Thank you.”

Kelvin swallowed. “Please,” he begged. “Please don’t kill her. She’s my daughter. She needs help.”

“She kidnapped my wife,” Landon replied. “She has my baby.”

“She’s sick,” Kelvin said, tears streaming freely now. “Please.”

“Did she show mercy?” Landon asked quietly.

Kelvin had no answer.

“I will do what I have to do,” Landon said. “To protect my family.”

The line went dead.

Kelvin stared at the phone, then let it slip from his hand. It hit the floor with a dull sound as he collapsed into his chair, sobbing openly.

Margaret rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him as they cried together.

“We did the right thing,” she whispered, though her voice trembled with doubt.

“I know,” Kelvin said through broken sobs. “But she’s still our child.”

They held each other in the silent study, grieving a daughter who was already lost.