A Billionaire’s Fiancée Kidnapped The Woman He Trusted Most — Then He Discovered The “Maid” She Hated Was The Only Person Who Saved His Empire.

PART 4

“I’ll give those to Grant.”

“They asked him to call directly.”

“He’s my fiancé. I’ll handle it.”

Evelyn held on to the envelope.

“I think Mr. Calloway should see this himself.”

Vanessa’s expression became still.

“You’ve always believed that, haven’t you?”

“Believed what?”

“That you know what Grant needs better than I do.”

“This is a financial matter.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Vanessa snatched the envelope from her hand.

That evening, Grant returned late.

Before Evelyn could speak to him, Vanessa intercepted him in the entrance hall and announced that they were expected at a dinner in Manhattan. She kept one hand through his arm while giving Evelyn a warning glance.

Evelyn decided she would tell him in the morning.

She never got the chance.

At 8:20 the next morning, Vanessa rushed into the kitchen holding her phone.

“It’s your mother.”

Evelyn dropped the towel in her hand.

“What happened?”

“She fell outside the pharmacy. Someone called the estate because our number was in her emergency contacts.”

“Which hospital?”

“St. Catherine’s. Come on. I’ll drive you.”

Evelyn did not stop to question why her mother’s emergency contact would call Vanessa instead of Grant’s office.

Fear had already taken over.

She grabbed her coat and followed Vanessa to the garage.

Twenty minutes later, Evelyn realized they were heading north instead of south.

“This isn’t the way to St. Catherine’s.”

“There’s traffic.”

“Vanessa, the hospital is behind us.”

Vanessa continued driving.

“Turn around.”

No response.

“Where are you taking me?”

Evelyn reached for her phone.

Vanessa struck it out of her hand.

The device hit the floor between the seats.

Evelyn stared at her.

“Stop the car.”

“You should have minded your own business.”

“The invoices?”

“You saw too much.”

“Pull over.”

Evelyn reached for the door handle, but the doors were locked.

The SUV turned onto an isolated road bordered by bare trees.

Vanessa’s voice shook.

“I only needed a few more weeks. After the wedding, Grant would have merged the foundation accounts into the family office. No one would have questioned anything.”

“You forged his signature.”

“I borrowed money.”

“You stole it.”

“My father’s company collapsed. Do you understand what that means? Employees, lawsuits, creditors—everyone was coming after him. I fixed it.”

“With Grant’s money.”

“He has more than he can spend in ten lifetimes.”

“That doesn’t make it yours.”

Vanessa slammed her palm against the steering wheel.

“You think you’re better than me because you make coffee and wear sensible shoes?”

“I think you need to stop this car.”

Vanessa turned onto a dirt road.

At the end stood an abandoned farmhouse surrounded by weeds.

Evelyn reached across the console, trying to unlock the doors. Vanessa grabbed her wrist. The SUV swerved.

The next few seconds became a blur of shouting, brakes, and branches scraping against metal.

Evelyn’s head struck the passenger window.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a cold wooden floor.

Her wrists were bound.

Vanessa stood above her, breathing hard.

“I only need time to think,” she said.

But time would not calm Vanessa.