Chapter 5 Into the Wrong Hands

Amelia ran through the night, tears blurring her vision.

She didn't know where she was going -

she only knew she had to run.

Run from the pain, from the world that had never shown her mercy.

Her breath came in ragged gasps,

each step heavier than the last,

until her legs gave out beneath her.

She fell hard against the cold ground,

her palms scraping the dirt, her sobs breaking the silence around her.

She lay there - motionless -

a trembling figure swallowed by the darkness,

her tears soaking into the earth as her heart shattered over and over again.

No one had ever held her.

No one had ever cared.

And now... there was no one left.

Her body jolted when headlights cut through the shadows.

A car was speeding toward her.

Fear seized her chest -

for a moment, she thought fate was cruel enough to finish her now.

But the car stopped just in time.

.

A woman stepped out - young, bold, dressed in revealing clothes.

She walked closer, her heels clicking softly against the pavement,

then crouched beside Amelia with a voice unexpectedly gentle.

"Hey... are you alright?"

Amelia nodded faintly, wiping her tears,

feeling a strange sense of relief that it was a woman, not a man.

The stranger tilted her head, studying her carefully.

"You don't look like you belong here," she said.

"This isn't a place for girls like you."

Amelia's lips trembled. Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

"I... I have nowhere else to go."

The woman - Sophia - hesitated for a moment,

then turned as if to leave.

But she paused mid-step, an idea flashing through her mind.

A face like that... so innocent, so beautiful.

She could make me a fortune.

Her lips curled into a practiced smile as she turned back toward Amelia.

"Well," she said softly,

"I live alone. If you've got nowhere to stay, you can come with me.

And if you're looking for work... I can help you with that too."

Amelia's eyes widened with hope.

After everything - after losing her home, her family, her world -

here was someone offering her a chance.

A place. A purpose.

"Really?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Thank you... thank you so much."

Sophia's smile deepened - sweet, deceptive.

Inside, her thoughts were far from kind.

Poor, naïve girl, she mused silently.

You have no idea what you've just stepped into.

On the other side of the city,

Ethan was losing his mind.

He hadn't slept, hadn't stopped searching -

every street, every corner, every contact he had,

he used them all, but there was still no trace of Amelia.

Her face haunted him -

the trembling of her lips, the fear in her eyes,

and the way she'd looked the last time he saw her.

Standing by his office window, his reflection stared back -

cold, furious, desperate.

He turned sharply toward the men gathered before him,

his voice slicing through the silence.

"If she isn't standing in front of me within an hour,"

he said, each word slow and venomous,

"you'll all be out on the streets - permanently."

No one dared breathe.

When they left, Ethan sank into the nearest chair,

burying his face in his hands, his voice breaking in a whisper.

"Where are you, Amelia?

I can't wait any longer..."

He snatched his phone, dialing a number he wished he never had to call - her father's.

After a few rings, a nervous voice answered.

"Ah... Mr. Ethan, sir! Everything alright?"

Ethan's jaw tightened until it hurt.

His tone was ice.

"Meet me in ten minutes.

Don't ask questions."

The call ended abruptly, leaving the man trembling on the other end.

Something in Ethan's voice made his stomach twist -

it had to be about Amelia.

He threw on his coat and hurried out of the house,

careful not to wake Stella - his wife -

the last person who should know he was meeting Ethan.

Minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up near an empty street.

Ethan stepped out, his presence alone making the air heavy.

Amelia's father rushed to greet him, bowing and pressing a kiss to his hand.

"Sir... is there a problem?"

Ethan's eyes darkened, and his voice was low, dangerous.

"Listen carefully.

The only reason you have a job in my company... is because of your daughter.

I won't tolerate what's been done to her.

Your wife will pay for this -

and you will too if I don't find Amelia.

So pray that I do... before I lose my patience."

The man swallowed hard, sweat forming at his temples.

"Is... is Amelia alright?"

Ethan's reply came like a threat wrapped in silk.

"I haven't found her yet.

But when I do...

you'll make sure she comes home. Understand?"

Her father hesitated, guilt and fear warring in his eyes.

But when Ethan placed a thick envelope of cash on the table,

the hesitation died in silence.

He nodded weakly.

"Yes... of course, sir."

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Across the city,

Amelia sat quietly in the passenger seat beside Sophia,

her hands folded in her lap, her heart finally at ease - or so she thought.

Sophia drove with one hand, her lips painted crimson,

her clothes daring and elegant in a way Amelia had never seen before.

She tried not to stare, but she couldn't help it -

she had never met anyone so bold, so different from the life she knew.

In ten minutes, they stopped before a tall building glowing under the streetlights.

Sophia led her upstairs and opened the door to a modern apartment,

its air perfumed with something sweet and heavy.

"You can stay here," Sophia said with a smile.

"You'll start working tomorrow."

Amelia's eyes filled with relief and gratitude.

"Thank you... I really mean it. Tomorrow's a day off from university,

so I can help however you need."

The next morning came quickly.

Sophia walked into her room, holding a short, glittering dress.

She set it on the bed and said lightly,

"Put this on tonight.

We're having a small party - my birthday.

Don't worry, it's girls only."

Amelia blinked, frowning.

"Girls only? But... these clothes are so- revealing."

Sophia laughed softly, feigning innocence.

"Relax, sweetheart.

No men, I promise.

You'll just help with the food, nothing more."

Amelia hesitated, but nodded eventually.

After all, she had nowhere else to go.

For the first time in days, she felt like she had a purpose - a chance to start again.

But what she didn't know...

was that some doors, once opened,

can never be closed again.