Finding the kidnappers but they are making him angry

Anna finished her breakfast, pushing the empty plate away as she called for a maid to clear the dining room. Her mind was swirling with emotions she couldn't quite name, and her heart felt unusually light. Standing up, she excused herself and went straight to her room.

Once inside, she sat on the edge of the bed, memories washing over her like a tide. She thought about the first time she had met Alexander—the cold yet commanding man who had always seemed larger than life. Despite his stoic demeanor, he had always been her protector, her silent guardian.

She smiled, recalling how he had cared for her, ensuring everything in her life was smooth and safe. He had a way of anticipating her needs before she even voiced them, and his subtle acts of kindness had always tugged at her heartstrings.