Chapter 51

Mikayla's POV
Every word that came out of her mouth was like a dagger piercing my heart, but I wasn’t going to let her win.
“Maybe I don’t have the right to talk about your past, but remembering your former lover won’t bring back the love that was lost. You have to learn to let go and let us move on.”
She stepped closer, her cold smile returning, but this time I didn’t back down. “You dare talk to me like that? You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I won’t let you take Rudolf away from me. He might come, but I’ll make him choose me!”
The warmth of my feelings slowly faded, but I had to stay strong. “You may do anything to try to take me away now, but true love can never be taken away like this. If love exists, I will let it choose its own path.”
I felt, amidst the tension in the air, a battle between hope and fear. I would not give up without a fight. In my soul, there was a sense of trust that Rudolf would come to find and protect me.
“If you still think you have the right to Rudolf just because of your past, then you do not understand how precious the love that exists here and now is,” I said with conviction, feeling my feelings burning with passion despite the difficult situation.
She was silent for a moment, seemingly surprised by my courage. There was no longer any fear that haunted me.
“Don’t call me a whore because I am not what you call that!” I said trying to give her an understanding
“No matter what…” she said
I was also still in the chair with a rope position
She left me just like that; I was given food, she said, so that I would die quickly. I will survive until Rudolf picks me up.
Rudolf's POV
When I just arrived at the office, there was an uneasy feeling that hung over my head. I just realized that there was an important file left on my desk at home. I immediately tried to call Mikayla hoping she could tell me where the file was, but my phone was not answered. Where is she?
Something felt wrong. All my instincts were ringing, and worry began to cloud my mind. She should be at home and preparing for her painting lesson, especially since today was a day off for me.
Because it was urgent, I went back home. When I arrived home, I felt strange when I saw the door was slightly open. There was an uncomfortable feeling that began to hang over my heart. Looking for Mikayla, I stepped in and called her name.
"Mikayla! Where are you?" my voice echoed inside the house, but there was no answer.
I started looking all over the room, every corner of the house seemed strange and quiet. My heart was pounding, and with each passing second I felt more and more anxious.
“Mikayla!” I called again, trying to find her voice anywhere.
But no matter where I looked, Mikayla was nowhere to be found. When I arrived at her room, all of her files and belongings seemed neat, but her disappearance made me even more worried. There was no sign that she had left with the kids; everything seemed normal, except for her absence, which made everything feel empty.
Finally, something was wrong with me. My mind began to wander to the worst possible scenarios. Has something bad happened to her? Was she in danger?
Without thinking, I got back into my car, trying to come up with a plan to find her. Everything felt so urgent, and my protective instincts were telling me to find Mikayla immediately. I couldn’t imagine life without her.
On the way, I tried to think rationally. Checking her usual haunts would have been easier, but something in my gut told me she was in trouble. Cold sweat soaked my forehead as I sped up the car, praying that I would find the answer soon.
A sense of anxiety gripped my soul. No matter what happens, I will not stop looking for you, Mikayla.
After searching at the stalls near my house and then continuing to the shops and malls around, a sense of despair began to grip me. I had tried to look for Mikayla, but no matter where I went, she was nowhere to be found. That afternoon, as the sun began to set, all the anxiety and worry piled up in my heart.
Finally, with no other choice, I decided to call the police for help. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for an answer that might lead me to a clue as to her whereabouts.
“Yes, sir. We will do our best,” the police officer said after listening attentively to my explanation.
Those words might not have erased the anxiety inside me, but at least there was hope. The look on the officer’s face gave me a little sense of calm as if reassuring me that they would do their best to help me.
“We will send a team to investigate. Is there any other information or clues you can provide?” he asked, taking down every detail carefully.
I explained everything I could remember—our last meeting, Mikayla’s habit of going to certain places, and how unusual it was for her to disappear without a word. I tried to appear calm even though my heart was racing, but every word I said felt heavier.
The chief officer listened intently, and I felt hope being raised. However, somewhere deep inside, fear was growing. Is Mikayla in danger?
“No matter what happens, I will not stop looking for her,” I said firmly, conveying my determination to the officer.
He nodded as if he knew how important Mikayla was to me. “We will do our best, sir. Our team will begin investigating and looking for clues. In the meantime, if there is any new information, please contact us immediately.”
“Yes, thank you…” as I ended the call, hope and anxiety mixed in my feelings. Where are you, Mikayla? I am determined to find you—no matter what happens, I will not stop until I find you by my side again.