Rosaline's POV: "What did you say?!" My manager's voice cracked through the phone, her shock unmistakable. I recoiled, startled by the force of her reaction. She was a seasoned pro, someone who had seen it all. To see her so rattled was ... unsettling. "Okay, we'll go right away," she managed to say, still reeling. She hung up, and the change in her demeanor was immediate. Her face lost all color as though blood had drained from her skin. Her hands trembled as she looked at me. "Ms. Sinclair, Naomi is missing. We believe she's been kidnapped." The words felt like a slap to the face. I froze, unable to process them. "What?!" My voice caught in my throat, my stomach twisting. Naomi. Sweet, innocent Naomi. She didn't have a single enemy; there's no one who would want to harm her. How could this be happening? Without thinking, I reached for my phone and dialed Caden. "Caden, Naomi's gone. I'll have a lead soon, but I might come home late tonight." His voice came through, low and urgent. "Where are you? I'm coming with the bodyguards. We'll find you." I hung up without a word, quickly reaching out to Samuel. The whole crew knew Naomi had gone to dinner with him today, so I pulled up his background. "Who could have done this ... " The question rattled around my mind, but there were no answers. My eyes stayed fixed on the road, the car speeding toward the outskirts of town. I had tracked Naomi's phone to a villa in the distant suburbs. A private area, isolated and quiet. "Faster," I told the driver, urgency in my voice. Every second counted. If I was even a moment too late, Naomi could be in grave danger. I shuddered at the thought of what the kidnappers might do. Meanwhile, Samuel had already traced the car that had taken Naomi. The security cameras had provided the clues, leading him to the same remote villa area. I was almost there. I had to be. Together, Samuel and I would find Naomi. We couldn't let her slip away. Naomi's POV: I cowered vigilantly on the bed, watching Kelsey approach me. I tried to buy some time, "Wait, I want to take a shower. These damp clothes feel uncomfortable." I spoke truthfully. After being rescued from drowning and brought here unconscious, my half-dried clothes clung uncomfortably to my skin. But Kelsey, though lustful, wasn't stupid. He recognized my stalling tactic, sneered, tore off his shirt, and lunged at me. Panic surged through me. I scrambled backward, grabbing the bedside lamp I'd been eyeing and smashed it against Kelsey's head. A dull thud. Kelsey collapsed to the floor. I didn't dare waste a second. I jumped up and rushed toward the window. As I yanked it open, cold air rushed in, making me instinctively shiver. That momentary hesitation cost me. Before I could leap out, Kelsey grabbed my hair from behind. "No one hits me and gets away with it, you bitch!" Kelsey yanked hard, hurling me onto the carpet. I howled in pain, tears streaming involuntarily down my face. "That fucking hurts." Kelsey touched where I'd struck him, discovering blood on his palm. His face contorted with rage. I tried crawling toward the lamp for protection, but Kelsey slapped me hard across the face, cursing continuously. The blow dazed me. My ears rang with a buzzing sound. Kelsey kicked me in the chest. I stumbled backward, my head cracking against the bed frame, sending waves of pain through my skull. "Run now! I dare you to fucking run! You think you can get away with it?" Kelsey ranted, apparently unsatisfied, and kicked me in the stomach. He grabbed my hands and tied them to the foot of the bed. "Kelsey, you animal! I'd rather die than let you defile me!" I glared at him, eyes blazing with defiance. "Keep yelling. If you've got energy now, you'll be screaming plenty later!" Kelsey smiled lewdly and ripped my clothes apart. My body lay almost completely exposed. My slender, fair chest and waist made Kelsey drool as he caressed me possessively with his large hands. "Get away from me!" I screamed, tears flowing uncontrollably. My attempts to dodge his advances proved futile. Eventually, Kelsey pinned me to the bed. Kelsey chuckled perversely as he unbuckled his belt. He gripped my cheeks and forced his tongue onto my lips. Utterly humiliated, I closed my eyes, letting tears flow freely from my eyes into my hair and ears. Then I heard a tremendous crash as someone kicked in the door.