Chapter 142 Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Chapter 142
Greer’s POV 

His breathing was still ragged, but his expression had shifted into something colder, more calculated, and far more dangerous. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gun — a sleek, black handgun that gleamed ominously in the dim light of the abandoned building. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of it.

Then he took out his phone.

He pointed the gun directly at my stomach, right where our baby was growing, and dialed a number. He put the call on video and held the phone up so both of us were visible on the screen.

Calder answered almost immediately. His face filled the screen, filled with desperation and raw relief when he saw me.

“Greer! Thank God. Are you okay? Where are you? I’m coming for you right now. Just tell me—”

Wells pressed the cold barrel of the gun firmly against my belly. His eyes were wild and deadly as he stared at the screen.

“If you mention my name in this call,” he said in a low, threatening voice to Calder, “I will shoot the bastard in her belly right now.”

I got scared for my life.

Terror flooded every inch of my body. I froze completely, my breath catching in my throat. The cold metal of the gun pressed against my abdomen made me tremble violently. I could feel the baby — our baby — and the thought of anything happening to it made fresh tears stream down my face. I didn’t dare speak. I could only look at Calder on the screen, silently pleading with my eyes while praying he wouldn’t say anything that would set Wells off.

Calder’s face went deathly pale. Fury and fear warred in his expression. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping. “Greer… I’m here. I’m coming for you both. Just hold on. Stay strong. I love you. I’m going to get you out of there.”

Wells smiled darkly, keeping the gun steady against my stomach as the call continued. His finger hovered near the trigger, a silent, deadly warning. I stayed perfectly still, my chains rattling slightly with my trembling, tears falling freely as I stared at the man I loved on the screen, silently begging him to be careful.

The tension in the air was suffocating. One wrong word from Calder, and everything could end in an instant.

The door to the abandoned building burst open with a thunderous crash. Heavy footsteps and authoritative shouts filled the air as Calder and the authorities stormed in. Flashlights cut through the darkness like blades. My heart leaped with overwhelming relief as I saw Calder leading the charge, his face a mask of raw fury and desperate determination. He looked ready to tear the entire building apart with his bare hands.

Wells immediately raised his hands in surrender, dropping his gun to the floor with a loud clatter. He looked almost resigned, as if he had expected this ending all along.

Calder didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment Wells surrendered, Calder landed a powerful punch directly on his nose. The sickening sound of bone cracking echoed through the room. Wells staggered back, blood pouring from his face, but he didn’t fight back or resist.

“Get her out of here!” Calder shouted to the officers, his voice hoarse with emotion as he rushed toward me.

I was rescued safely. The chains were cut quickly with bolt cutters, and strong, careful arms lifted me gently from the chair. Calder pulled me into his embrace the moment I was free, holding me so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go. I sobbed uncontrollably against his chest, the relief washing over me in waves after the long hours of terror. His warmth, his scent, his strong arms around me, it was everything I needed in that moment.

Wells was whisked away like the criminal he was,  handcuffed roughly and dragged out by the police without a word of protest. He glanced at me one last time, his expression unreadable, before he was taken away.

I was brought safely home, back to Calder’s house, where I felt truly protected for the first time in days. Cassey was waiting there, and the moment she saw me, she ran forward and hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. She was crying with relief, her body shaking against mine.

“Oh God, Greer, you’re safe,” she whispered repeatedly, holding me close. “I was so scared. I thought I’d lost you.”

She pulled back slightly and narrated everything that had happened while I was gone, her voice trembling but determined. That Indira and Veda were the ones behind the intimate videos that had been displayed on the projector at the Royal Business Ball. That they had been taken to the police station after Calder recorded their confessions. That Veda and Indira were also behind the hit-and-run, the assassination attempts, and the fire outbreak at Cassey’s old house.

I cried in tears, overwhelmed by the depth of betrayal from my own mother and the woman who had once been like family. The pain was deep and sharp, cutting through the relief of being safe. But I was home now. With Calder and Cassey. And our baby was still safe inside me.

Calder held me through it all, his arms never leaving me, whispering that it was over, that he would protect us both. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to believe it.



A few days after my rescue, I made a decision that surprised even Calder. I wanted to visit them in jail. Both Veda and Indira. I needed closure. I needed to look them in the eyes one last time and see the women who had tried so hard to destroy me. Calder tried to talk me out of it, worried it would upset me or trigger painful memories, but I insisted. I had survived their worst. I could face them now.

The jail was cold and sterile, the kind of place that stripped away all pretense. I was led through security and into the visitation area. They were held in separate cells. I saw Indira first.

She sat behind the thick glass partition, looking disheveled in her orange jumpsuit. Her hair was messy, her face pale, but that arrogant, venomous glint still burned in her eyes. She wasn’t even remorseful. When she saw me, a slow, bitter smile spread across her face.

“You survived,” she said, her voice dripping with disappointment through the speaker. “I wished you had died there. It would have been so much cleaner. So much more satisfying.”