Love In Between

As Ava stood in her beautiful wedding dress, surrounded by the sparkling precious stones embroidered on it, her hair perfectly styled and rolled, her daughter Chloe at her side in a cute white gown, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Suddenly, her cousin Mason burst into the room, a snide remark on his lips. But he wasn’t alone. Behind him stood Andrew, the man she had once been engaged to.

She had always found him to be arrogant and insufferable, and the last person she wanted to see on her wedding day. “Well, well,” Mason sneered, “if it isn’t the blushing bride. Or should I say, the ‘other’ bride?”

Ava rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the dig. “What do you want, Mason?” she asked, her voice cold.

“I just wanted to stop by and see the dress,” he said, his eyes roaming over her. “It’s not too late to change your mind, you know. Andrew is still single and available.”

Ava felt her anger rise. “I made my choice, Mason,” she said firmly. “I love Bruce and I’m going to marry him.”

Mason sneered at her. “You really thought you could get away from me and my family, Ava? I sent Andrew into your life to destroy you, and it looks like he’s about to do just that.”

Andrew stepped forward, a cruel glint in his eye. “If I can’t have you, no one will,” he growled, pulling out a gun and pointing it at Chloe.

Ava’s heart raced with fear. “Please, Andrew, don’t hurt her,” she begged. “I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt her.”

Andrew sneered at her. “You should have thought about that before you decided to choose Bruce over me,” he spat. “Now, come with me, or I swear to God, I will kill your daughter.”

Tears streaming down her face, Ava nodded. “Okay, okay, I’ll come with you,” she said, her voice shaking.

As they left the dressing room, Ava’s mind raced with fear and panic. What was she going to do? How was she going to get out of this? And how was she going to save herself and Chloe from the shackles of Andrew and his cohort?

Ava slowly came to consciousness and found herself in a dimly lit room. Her head was pounding and she could feel the sticky residue of blood on her temple. She tried to move but found that her hands were tied behind her back. She felt a jolt of fear run through her as she realized that she was being held captive.

She heard a door open and footsteps approaching her. Andrew appeared in front of her, a cruel smirk on his face. “Welcome back, my love,” he said, in a voice that was barely recognizable as his own. “I’m glad you’re finally awake. We have a long flight ahead of us.”

Ava glared at him, her anger and fear warring within her. “What have you done? Where are we? Where is Chloe?”

Andrew laughed. “Don’t worry about your little brat. She’s safe, for now. As for where we are, we’re in a private jet headed for a little island I own. It’s quite lovely, you’ll see. And as for what I’ve done, well, I’ve saved you from making a terrible mistake. You were about to throw your life away on that wine-swilling playboy, but I couldn’t let that happen. You belong to me, Ava. And I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side.”

Ava felt a cold sense of dread settle in her stomach. She knew that Andrew was capable of terrible things, but she never could have imagined that he would go this far. She tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. “Andrew, you have to let us go. This is insane. You can’t just kidnap us and take us to some island.”

Andrew’s expression hardened. “I can do whatever I want, Ava. I have the money and the power to make this happen. And if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make sure your little girl suffers. You don’t want that, do you?”

Ava felt her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to stay calm and try to reason with him, but it was hard to think clearly with the fear and anger coursing through her veins. “Please, Andrew,” she said, her voice shaking. “You don’t have to do this. We can talk, we can work things out.”

But Andrew was not listening. He had already made up his mind, and there was nothing Ava could say or do to change it. He left the room, locking the door behind him, leaving Ava alone and terrified, unsure of what the future held for her and Chloe.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As Andrew and Mason dragged Ava and Chloe out of the car and towards the private jet, Chloe’s screams could be heard echoing in the empty airport. Ava’s head was spinning and her vision was blurry from the blow Andrew had dealt her. She tried to fight back but her body felt heavy and weak. They were thrown into the jet and Andrew sat across from them, a sinister grin on his face as he pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“You should have married me, Ava. But now you’ll pay for your treachery,” he said, as he injected the liquid into Ava’s arm. She felt her body go limp and the last thing she saw before blacking out was Chloe’s terrified face.

When Ava awoke, she found herself in a dimly lit room with no windows. Chloe was sitting next to her, tears streaming down her face. “Mommy, where are we? What’s happening?” she cried. Ava hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her but her mind was racing. She had been kidnapped by Andrew and Mason, and she had no idea where they were taking her or what their plans were.

As the hours passed, Ava tried to stay strong for Chloe’s sake but the fear and uncertainty were taking a toll on her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Bruce and how worried he must be. She thought about how their wedding day, which was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, had turned into a nightmare.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the plane landed and they were taken to a secluded villa in the middle of the jungle. Andrew and Mason were waiting for them,

Ava knew she had to find a way to escape and get back to Bruce and her loved ones.