Page 134 of The Colour of Revenge
“Turn on the TV!” Kai bursts into the room, the door slamming shut behind him as he skids to a stop in the living room doorway.
“What?” I ask, my mind still tangled in worry.
“Turn on the TV!” he insists, urgency lacing his voice.
I groan, reaching for the remote buried under a pile of papers on the coffee table. I click the power button, my fingers numb.
“Turn it to BBC,” Kai demands.
I flip the channel, my breath catching in my throat when the screen flickers to life.
There she is.
“Turn it up!” Kai shouts, his voice tight with disbelief.
I hit the volume button, the words on the screen clearer now.
“Naomi Beckett, newly reunited daughter of Onyx Logistics CEO, Dominic Beckett, set to marry Lucian Moretti, a renowned international tech mogul and the founder of a leading cybersecurity firm specialising in protecting global corporations from cyber threats.”
My blood turns to ice. Married. She’s getting married. The words echo in my mind, but my eyes are locked on her face, unable to look away.
She looks broken. Her eyes are hollow, sunken, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on her. There’s no spark, no fire in them—only emptiness. Her face is thinner, gaunt, like she’s barely holding herself together. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days, maybe longer. Even her hair—the pink she loved so much—is gone. Clearly dyed back to her natural brunette. She would hate that.
My princess. My queen. No matter the cost, I will find you. I will bring you back, and I will make you whole again.
The room falls into silence after the announcement, the weight of the words sinking in. Enzo and Kai exchange uneasy glances, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen.
Carina. Marryinghim.
Lucian Moretti isn’t just a cybersecurity mogul. I know his type—ruthless, power-hungry, and dangerous in ways that don’t rely on brute force. If Dominic wants Carina tied to him, there’s a reason. This isn’t about family or love. It’s about control. About using her like a pawn in whatever game he’s playing.
My hands clench into fists, the remote cracking under the pressure. She looks so frail, so hollow, like a ghost of the woman I love. Her fire is gone, and I’d bet every drop of blood in my veins that Dominic snuffed it out, him and Lucian.
But it’s the first sight of her I’ve gotten since she was taken. All this time she’s been right under my nose, and I had no idea. There must be a reason they are letting her out now, why they’re bringing her into the public light. They must be holding something over her because my Carina wouldn’t have hesitated to oust them if they didn’t.
“She doesn’t want this,” I murmur, my voice low and guttural.
“No shit,” Kai mutters, pacing in front of the couch. “But what the hell are we supposed to do about it? She’s locked away in his world, Nate. That’s not a fortress you can just waltz into.”
I drag a hand through my hair, my mind spinning. I don’t respond because Kai doesn’t understand—I’m not just some ordinary man fighting for the woman I love. I’ve built a career out of infiltrating the impossible, of making people disappear. If Dominic thinks he can outplay me, he’s dead wrong.
I’ll burn through every obstacle. Tear apart every man standing between me and Carina.
“We don’t have much time,” Enzo says, breaking the silence. His voice is calm, steady, but his eyes betray his concern. “That marriage announcement isn’t for show. He’ll want it done quickly, before she has time to fight back.”
Before I have time to reach her.
“He’s trying to make her untouchable,” I say, my jaw tightening. “If she’s married to Moretti, it’s a chain he can yank whenever he wants. No court, no law, no one will stand againstthem.”
Enzo nods. “Which means you need to figure this outnow. No more waiting.”
I exhale, pushing back the frustration clawing at my chest. “I need to get to her. But I can’t storm in blind. Not with Moretti involved. This has to be precise.”
Kai scoffs. “Precise? How the hell do you plan something precise when you don’t even know where she is?”
“I do now,” I reply, my gaze locked on the screen where Carina’s haunted face still lingers. Dominic’s game isn’t subtle. If they’re making this public, then they’ll host some elaborate engagement party, something flashy enough to make headlines. It’s the kind of move men like Dominic thrive on—showing off their power.
Kai’s brows furrow. “You think they’ll parade her around?”
