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A bomb was strapped to my chest, with only a ten-minute countdown.
I was forced to call Don Logan Carbone, my boyfriend, "I've been kidnapped! Don't—"
"What the hell are you playing at?" he snarled. "I told you I was handling business. How dare you joke about this!"
His furious roar came through the phone, followed by the sweet, coquettish voice of another woman.
Even the kidnappers shook their heads and sighed. "Logan doesn't give a damn about this whore. We grabbed the wrong one."
Before the world went white, I sent my last text. Goodbye, Logan. I hope we never meet again.
My body was obliterated. But my soul was trapped, chained to his side.
And then, I overheard a secret.

A Bomb for His Beloved

I was stunned, and tears welled up in my eyes again.


I'm so sorry, Papa, Mamma. I can only repay you in the next life.


Logan had been up for several nights in a row and was on edge. "Your daughter is missing, shouldn't you be looking for her? What good does calling me do? I'm in the middle of a case!"


My father was too frantic to notice Logan's impatient tone. "Mr. Carbone... I'm begging you, you have incredible power... Please, help me find Jasmine! She's really missing! I haven't heard from her in days!"


Logan's impatience grew exponentially. "Your daughter sent me a 'goodbye' text before she vanished. A missing person doesn't pull a stunt like that. She's just hiding."


"And another thing, I'm dealing with a life-or-death matter for the family, not some civilian's runaway case. Also—when your daughter decides to show up, tell her we're through. Don't come to me about her again. I will absolutely not use family resources to help her!"


Chapter 4