My Husband Held Our Daughter Hostage for His Mistress and Regretted It Too Late

My Husband Held Our Daughter Hostage for His Mistress and Regretted It Too LateChapter 1

I took my daughter out for shopping on my delightful birthday,but I had just glanced at a work message when she suddenly vanished.

Panicked,I rushed to check the security cameras,but what I saw shattered my world in an instant.

The footage showed that the man who took my daughter…was her father.

I called him again and again,desperate.When the line finally connected,it wasn’t his voice I heard.Instead,a smug,taunting voice came through.It was his mistress.

“Oh,your daughter?My husband sold her to some old man in the mountains.With the money,he bought me the newest designer handbag.Isn’t it gorgeous?”

In that instant,my heart sank to the bottom.

So this was Ethan Lorrimer,the man who had forgotten who pulled his failing,bankrupt company back from the edge.

The man who forgot that my status as the only daughter of the Sinclair Family in New York was never just for show.

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I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white.My ears rang,Natalie's mocking voice still echoing in my head.

For a platinum bag,my daughter was…sold.

These words kept circling in my head until my vision blurred.

My stomach churned as I retched over,but nothing came out,only a bitter acid burning my throat.

Ethan Lorrimer,how dare you?She is your own daughter!

Our girl,Emma,was only five.

She had just been hugging my neck this morning,her little voice chirping,“Happy birthday,Mommy!”and begging for the biggest slice of cake.

Now I was shaking so hard I could barely stay on my feet,clutching the wall to keep from falling.It felt like an icy fist was crushing my heart,squeezing the breath out of me.

With trembling fingers,I dialed Ethan again.No connection.I tried again and again.Nothing.

I called his assistant,his driver,yet no one picked up.

And then I realized something.They were all in on it.This had been planned from the start.

Just then,my phone lit up with an unknown number.

Like a drowning woman grasping at a lifeline,I snatched it up,my voice raw and desperate,“Hello?Ethan!What did you do to Emma?Give me back my daughter!”

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.Then,to my shock,Natalie’s voice came through,laced with laughter.

“Oh,Jenna,Jenna Sinclair.Don’t get yourself so worked up.It’s not worth ruining your health.”

Her again.