THE MISTAKEN KIDNAPPING

The night was cloaked in shadows, the cold air biting at my skin as I sat in the driver’s seat of my black SUV. The engine hummed softly, the city’s noise far behind me. My mission tonight was clear: revenge.

I had been planning this for days, weeks even. My enemy, the man who had taken my best friend from me, had a sister. I knew I had to make him suffer. His sister would be the perfect target. She would feel his pain.

I watched as she walked into the alley, her figure outlined by the dim streetlight. She was alone, unaware of what was about to happen. She had no idea who I was or why I was doing this. To her, I was just another man, but to me, she was a way to make her brother pay.

I stepped out of the shadows, moving swiftly. Before she could react, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the darkness. She struggled, but it was useless. I had her. Her screams were muffled by my hand, but I knew she’d try to fight. It was in her blood.

I shoved her into the backseat of the SUV, the car’s windows tinted, her face hidden from the world. She didn’t know what was happening, and she wouldn’t understand why until it was too late. I was going to make her watch her brother lose everything, just like I had lost mine.

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She woke up in a cold, unfamiliar room, the harsh lighting making her head throb. Her hands were tied to the chair, and the fear was setting in. She tried to move, but the ropes were tight. She couldn’t escape.

What did they want with me?

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of everything. The man who had taken her was tall, dark, and his presence was suffocating. She had seen people like him before—men who were used to controlling everything. Men who didn’t answer questions.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly but strong. "What do you want from me?"

He stood in the doorway, his silhouette casting a dark shadow across the room. He didn’t move closer yet.

“You’re here because of your brother,” he said coldly. “Your brother owes me a debt, and I’m collecting."

Her stomach twisted. Her brother? This wasn’t just some random kidnapping. This was about money.

She had seen it before—the men who came to their house, demanding payment, threatening violence when her brother couldn’t pay back what he owed. It wasn’t the first time someone had threatened her family.

But this man, the one who had her tied up, was different. There was something darker about him. Something colder. And she didn’t know how far he would go to make her brother pay.

"My brother doesn’t have anything to give you," she said, her voice sharper now. "He’s already struggling. He can’t pay. So why take me?"

The man’s lips curled into a small, cruel smile, and he took a step closer. “It’s not just about money. Your brother killed someone I loved. And now, you’re going to pay for that.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Killed someone he loved?

But the man was already walking toward her, ignoring her confusion, his face unreadable. She couldn’t understand him, couldn’t see why he would do this.

“I don’t care about money,” he continued, standing in front of her now. “I care about making him feel what I felt. He took someone from me. Now I’ll take something from him. You.”

Her eyes widened. Her brother? She didn’t know what to say, how to process it. What had he done?

The man’s voice lowered, filled with venom. “I’m going to break him by breaking you. He’ll feel every ounce of the pain I’ve felt since that night.”

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Kaiwen’s POV

I could see it in her eyes—she was scared, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She had no idea why she was here, and I was going to make sure she didn’t. She thought this was about money. Her brother’s debts. But she didn’t understand that this was so much more than money.

Her brother had killed my best friend. And I was going to make him feel that loss. Make him feel what it was like to lose someone you loved. I was going to break him. And her? She was just the beginning.

Her defiance only made this more satisfying. She was strong. Too strong. But I would break her. I’d make her watch as her world crumbled around her.

I stepped closer, my hand resting on the edge of her chair, my voice low. “You think this is about money? About some stupid debts?” I leaned down so our faces were inches apart. “It’s not. It’s about revenge. Your brother took something from me, and I’m going to make him pay. I’m going to make him regret ever crossing me.”

Her breath hitched, and she shifted in her seat. She didn’t speak, but I could see the anger in her eyes. She wasn’t afraid yet, but she would be soon.

“I don’t care what your brother’s done to you, but you’re going to help me make him feel it,” I said, my tone ice-cold. “You’re going to be my weapon. And once he knows what’s happening to you, maybe—just maybe—he’ll come crawling back to me.”

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Niazel’s POV

I didn’t understand. I couldn’t. My brother wasn’t a killer. He had made mistakes, yes, but he wasn’t responsible for anyone’s death.

This man had no idea who he was messing with. He thought my brother had killed someone important to him, but that wasn’t the case. He had no idea what my brother had been through.

I stared at him, my eyes narrowing as he spoke. Revenge. He was talking about something personal, something dark, and I didn’t know what to make of it.

But one thing was clear: He wasn’t going to scare me. I wasn’t afraid of him.

“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was racing. “My brother didn’t kill anyone. You’re lying.”

His expression faltered for just a moment, but it was enough. I could see the crack in his control. I wasn’t just some random person to him. I wasn’t just a victim. I was something more.

"You have no idea what you’re talking about," I continued, my words sharper now. “My brother isn’t a killer. He never has been. So stop lying to me. And even if he had done something, you think kidnapping me will make him weak you are wrong, totally wrong ".

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Niazel’s sharp response in the end clears up the misunderstanding, and it becomes clear that she’s referring to her brother (who she believes isn’t a killer), while Kaiwen still thinks she’s the sister of the man responsible for his best friend's death. The suspense builds around their different perspectives, and their interaction starts to become more tense and complicated.

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