After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 129

Carlos’s POV

I decided to get someone to investigate who owns the estate now. Maybe they can lead me to whoever has taken her, to whoever is hiding her from me.

Later in the evening, the silence felt heavy. My phone buzzed, breaking my thoughts. It was Faye, and her voice sounded worried as soon as I picked up.

"Carlos, any news on Grace?" she asked. I hesitated, trying to keep my voice steady. "She’s been taken elsewhere, Faye. But I have found traces of her. She was definitely here."

Faye’s sharp intake of breath echoed over the line. There’s a moment of silence before she spoke again, her voice softer, hesitant. "Cyrus is restless and scared. He keeps asking about you, Carlos."

Hearing that made me sad, Cyrus is just a kid, but he’s been through so much already. I’ve been so focused on finding Grace that I haven’t stopped to think about how all of this is affecting him. "Put him on the phone, please?" I asked, softening my tone.

There’s a pause, and then a small, anxious voice appeared on the line. "Carlos, are you bringing Grace back?"

I closed my eyes, willing myself to sound reassuring. "I’m close, Cyrus. I’ve found some clues, and I promise I’ll bring her back soon." I tried to sound confident,

"Okay…" he murmured, his voice a little stronger. "I believe you."

We talked a bit more, and I tried to lighten the mood, telling him stories to distract him. After I hung up, I sighed tiredly, feeling the worry build up inside me again. I couldn’t let Cyrus down. Grace was out there, and I couldn’t rest until she was safe.

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Grace’s POV：

I woke up in a strange room. The walls were white, and everything around me was too perfect. The window showed nothing but water, stretching endlessly in all directions. I realized then, I was on an island. No roads led to this place, no way to drive away. The only way in or out was by boat or plane. I was trapped, completely cut off from the world.

Before I could react, Merhold snapped his fingers. Guards rushed in, their hands rough as they secured cold handcuffs around my wrists. I didn’t flinch. My chin stayed high as they led me away.

As we walked, the weight of everything hit me. The cold handcuffs were a constant reminder of my humiliation. The silence felt heavy, and I had no idea what was coming next.

I suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind. "Are you that stupid?" My heart stopped, and I froze.

Turning quickly, I spotted a figure standing on the road, yelling at a maid. Her voice was sharp and full of authority as she reprimanded the maid for something trivial.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Sienna. She was alive. How could she be? I remembered her crushed body, lying lifeless after the car accident. How was she standing here, ordering the maid around like nothing had happened?

I couldn’t look away. My mind spun with questions I couldn’t answer. How was she still alive? What was going on here?