“Where is Mia?” I asked the staff, and they fucking looked at each other instead of answering me.

“Where is Mia?” I could feel my body vibrating in anger. The rage was overflowing in the surrounding. They are scared. They should be. A heavily pregnant woman is missing in this high-security mansion and no one saw her. My staff is useless.

“She escaped.” One of the guards spoke.

“She was here….willingly.” I counterattack his stupid statement.

“She went for a walk.” One of the maids hesitated.

“Then go for a walk to search her.” I roared. “She is pregnant, and I need my child safe. I don't care about her.”

Nodding, they scattered everywhere to look for Mia. I rechecked the CCTV. She was visible in one frame and was missing in the other frame. She disappeared in between these two cameras… A blind spot. Only the person who knows inside out of the mansion must have done this.

The panic voice of guards on my satellite phone pulled my attention.

“....... Found her.” I heard. “......room… Base.....” I couldn't understand the words, but I was able to decode it has something to with basement.

Despite being aware of the upcoming scene, I took the peaceful steps towards the destination. I know the history will repeat itself and there will be no Mia alive.

When I reached the basement, I found the crowd. The staff looked uneasy and hesitate to give me space to walk into the basement. But one glare and my way was clean. They all gave me space to walk inside the basement.

The scene in front of me was gruesome, can give nightmares to doctors. The surroundings got blurred with every step towards Mia. She was lying dead, in a pool of her blood, with a flat stomach. Someone tore her stomach and took the baby out of her, causing the two casualties. The baby didn't have proper coverage of skin. Someone killed them… My surrogate and my child.

I stood there until security arrived and dragged me out of the scene. This is the third pregnancy that I lost. All of my surrogates are either die or disappear. First Freya Waters died, then Merely McCain disappeared from hospital, and now, Mia Scott… Is murdered. Why my pregnancy fails except with my wife?

Sitting in my office, I called an emergency meeting with Mark Rogers. He does the job perfectly. My wife is alive, this is an example.

As I sipped the whiskey, I recalled everything. How it all started… With my accident in the storeroom of university. I wish if that didn't happen. After recovering, I was burning intending to retaliate. I needed revenge. My career was ruined. The dream that I worked for was robbed. And at last, I had no other option but to give up.

The heat of failure spread into my body as my heart pumped all the memory through my brain. I knew that Adrian was a little jealous of my success. Even I had a habit of not giving credit to others. But, that was me. Everyone knew that, about me, what I am, who I am. I didn't mean any harm to anyone. Even I never stopped people, when they step in to ask for credit. That's where it all started. Instead of asking, Adrian started to withdraw. And, that morning, when I was stuck beneath the heavy metallic benches, Adrian didn't help me. He run away… Mumbling sorry, and a promise that he would send help… He was late for the match.

It was our coach who needed me and send security to look for me. They found me in the storeroom, beneath the mountain of benches. They helped me, took me to the hospital.

Adrian forgot to inform while playing. He was the star of the match. He apologised, and I didn't think for a while. Honestly, it was OK…. until I observed him behaving like nothing happened. I got stuck in a vicious cycle. A cycle of hate towards him.

My best friend realised the damage when I quit and changed the subject. I was bedridden, with no option of mobility. Without a wheelchair, I couldn't move. Until now, I have the effect. Maybe it was Willa who encouraged him to ask for forgiveness. He quits the game, claiming that he couldn't play without me. But the damage is done. I still don't trust him.

“It's an honour to meet, the James Carter.” I heard the familiar dead voice. He looks like a walking dead person.

I nodded and finished the golden liquid. “I need to have a serious conversation… Rogers.”

He chuckled, humourlessly. “Business…” Taking his seat, without invitation, “I am all yours…” He said.

“I hired you to protect my wife….”

“It's not you, it's your father. He hired us. You simply pay because he asked you to… You don't care for her.” Mark Rogers interrupted me. “I am just being honest.” He added.

“I hired to investigate the death of Freya Water… And her killer… And now, I need to add a few tasks as well.” I dismissed his opinion about me. “Mia Scott is dead… I want the details… Killer… Everything.” When I said, he sat quietly waiting for me to speak, as if he knew I am missing something to speak out. “And, why all my surrogates dies, and my wife deliver babies like a bitch?” I asked suddenly.

He raised these eyebrows with amusement. “Maybe because your wife has security.” He said. “I know what you did to your wife… Our job is to keep her safe… So maybe the killer can't kill her.”

“And who is the killer?” I taunted him. There is no way he would be aware of the killer on such short notice.

“Every time, it's a different killer, and they get a contract through someone else and that someone else gets a call from another person. It's like the mastermind behind the murder knows I am in this case. He has involved various people, and he makes sure to never drop any hint about himself. And, killing the killer and the person who worked as messager keeps him safe.”

“1st person calls 2nd person. And 2nd person calls 3rd person. And the chain goes on until it reaches to the killer.” I repeated.

"It's not necessarily a call… They use various methods. Sometimes Morse code, bar codes, hidden message… he sighed. “I am impressed.” He laughed at the end.

“I lost three pregnancies… Slamming the table, I snapped.

“Then you should hire us…. he was still relaxed. “I don't know how complex it is, but I can do anything for money.”

“Then do it.”

I run in the area… in the direction of my wife's house, unknowingly. I noticed the car outside my wife's home. All the lights on the boundary were on. I grinned remembering the stunt I did. I scared her…. but I wanted to see if she's settled. But, I couldn't ask her, so I did stalk her. I used to sit in front of the gate in my car and watch her in the house.

As I walked to the car, I see another person. I know who the person is.

Getting out of the car, he looked at me, surprised. “How can I help you?” He asked.

I was about to reply when I noticed another car approaching us.

“Keep him away from the house. I need a private moment with my wife.” I ordered and run to the door.

I could hear Theo and recalled the eyes of the bodyguard. He knows what I am going to do. But Mark Rogers was right. My wife manages to deliver the baby… safely, all the time. I need the baby… A boy. Guilt is killing me, and maybe having Malcolm could help me.

As I rang the doorbell, I heard her shuffling inside. With an infectious smile, when she opened the door, I noticed her smile dropping.

I know I stink of liquors. Even I am sweating but I need to do it. Pushing her inside, I Locked the door and dragged her to the couch while her little hands try to fight. She has no power at all.

“Let me go.” She almost yelled. But surprisingly, she didn't put much fight. And, she kept whimpering. It's so annoying.

“Shut up.” Grabbing her neck, I almost choked her as I laid her on the floor. I know her tolerance. She will not die. I need her alive.

Suddenly, she stopped struggling, “Be gentle.” She whimpered with a low voice when I tore her skirt.

Now, she will tell me what to do.

No way.

Slapping her hard, “Don't tell me what to do.” I warned her.

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