Chapter 330

The rain tapped softly against the windowpane as Olivia Sinclair jolted awake, her heart pounding violently against her ribs. The remnants of her nightmare clung to her like a second skin.

"What are you doing here?" Olivia had demanded in her dream, shock evident in her voice. This was the Kensington family's private medical facility. How had he managed to infiltrate the heavily guarded hospital undetected?

The silent figure had slowly removed his mask, revealing the chiseled features of Liam Blackwood.

Before Olivia could react, little Isabelle in her arms began squirming excitedly. "Daddy!" the child squealed, reaching tiny hands toward Liam. The sight of her daughter willingly going to him had frozen Olivia's blood.

She'd tried to scream, to move, but her limbs had turned to lead. Helpless, she could only watch as Liam walked away with their daughter, Isabelle casting occasional confused glances backward until Liam firmly guided her forward.

"No!" Olivia gasped, sitting bolt upright in bed.

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady hum of medical equipment. Moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting elongated shadows across the empty space beside her.

Olivia's hand flew to the cold sheets where Isabelle should have been sleeping. The movement should have woken her light-sleeping daughter. Unless...

Panic surged through her veins like wildfire. "Isabelle?" Her voice cracked as she called out into the darkness.

Silence.

Throwing back the covers, Olivia's bare feet hit the cold floor. The VIP suite, designed like a luxury apartment, suddenly felt cavernous and threatening as she searched room after empty room.

The main door was slightly ajar. Olivia's breath caught. Someone had taken her daughter. The parallels to her nightmare were too precise to ignore. Could Liam truly have...? No, that was impossible.

"Isabelle!" Olivia's scream echoed through the sterile hallway as she burst from the suite. Nurses and orderlies turned to stare at the wild-eyed woman in hospital garb running barefoot down the corridor.

Her frantic inquiries yielded nothing. She'd demand the surveillance footage from the director immediately. But before she could reach the elevators, crisp footsteps approached from behind.

"Don't just stand there. Restrain her." The familiar voice dripped with icy command.

Strong hands seized Olivia's arms, forcing them behind her back. She struggled against the grip, but the security personnel held firm as they marched her toward Margaret Kensington.

The older woman stood with arms crossed, her expression glacial. "Olivia, drop the theatrics. Seraphina's transplant failed. Are you satisfied now?"

Olivia barely registered the words. "You think I care about your petty games right now? Isabelle is missing! Let me go this instant!"

Margaret's lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. "Missing? How convenient. First you sabotage the procedure, now this performance?"

Olivia's vision swam with rage and terror. Every second they wasted was another second her daughter spent in danger. She had to find Isabelle. Now.