Virgin At 25-Chapter 108: A LITTLE LONGER NOT TO NOTICE!

The engine roared to life, but Diana didn’t move immediately. She rested her hands on the wheel, her mind already running through possibilities, contingencies, every small detail from the parking lot didn’t fail to taunt her.

Beatrice had made a mistake. A deadly one. And now Diana would make sure it counted.

Her phone buzzed again. Another reply. Short and very precise.

"Understood. ETA?"

Diana’s thumb hovered for a second before replying

"Now."

She shifted the car into drive, her heels pressing deliberately on the pedals. The city lights blurred past, but she barely registered them. Her focus was sharp, surgical.

- - -

The hotel room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight. Aec leaned against the edge of the bed, eyes sharp, hands twitching with barely contained impatience. Zion sat across from him in the worn leather chair, fingers drumming against the armrest.

"I swear, Aec... it feels like they’re everywhere," Zion muttered. "Victor, Camila... even Diana. They’re not just looking. They’re hunting. They have no idea where Sharon is and that is why they took your Mom hostage too."

Aec didn’t blink. Didn’t move. His jaw tightened. "Enough talk."

Zion raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"I said, enough." Aec’s voice cut through the air like a blade. "I don’t care who’s searching, who’s hiding, or what traps they’ve set. I’m not waiting. I need her. Take me to Sharon. Now."

Zion leaned back, arms crossing. "You don’t understand. It’s not that simple. She’s..."

Aec’s fist slammed against the desk, rattling papers. "No. I don’t care! Take me to her. I’m not waiting!"

Zion held up his hands, calm but firm. "Aec, listen. I can’t. Not right now."

Aec’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you mean you can’t? You’re my damn guide in this, Zion. You take me there, or..."

"Or what?" Zion cut in, his tone steady, but his gaze sharp. "Do you want to walk right into Victor’s trap? Because if you push this... you’ll walk right into it."

Aec’s jaw tightened. He leaned closer, voice low, like ice and fire mixed. "I don’t care about traps. I don’t care about Victor. I need to see her. Now."

Zion exhaled slowly, his patience stretching thin. "That’s exactly why I’m telling you no. Victor probably placed a watch on you. Any sudden move, any hint you’re searching... they’ll know. They’ll know everything. And then she’s gone before you even reach her."

Aec froze, processing. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to ignore Zion and move anyway. But the warning in Zion’s voice... it stung.

"You’re saying I have to..." he began, fists clenching tighter.

"Yes," Zion interrupted. "For now, you go back to the office. Act like everything’s going according to their plan. Keep them calm. Keep them thinking they’re in control. Meanwhile, I’ll work low-key, track her movements. They won’t suspect a thing. But you’ll have your chance. Just trust me."

Aec’s shoulders tensed. Anger radiated off him like heat. He didn’t like taking orders, especially from anyone. But Zion’s reasoning... made sense. For now. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Aec straightened, his voice tight but controlled. "Fine. I understand."

He started toward the door, each step heavy with barely restrained fury.

Zion watched him go, then called softly: "Aec..."

Aec paused at the doorway, hand on the handle. He didn’t turn. "What?"

Aec’s grip on the handle tightened, the tension visible even in his silhouette.

Zion leaned back against the desk, eyes serious. "They won’t want to suspect. But... she’s closer than they think."

Aec’s eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His stride out the door was fast, heavy, and angry.

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing like a warning.

Zion exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. The storm was coming, and he knew it. Aec wasn’t someone who waited. And Sharon... she was somewhere in the middle, unaware that every move she made was being watched.

Outside the hotel room, Aec’s footsteps rang against the corridor floor, each one a heartbeat of controlled rage, a countdown to the moment he would finally find her.

He slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and felt the hum of power beneath him, like a warning to the world that he wasn’t someone to be crossed.

The phone buzzed immediately. Victor’s name flashed across the screen.

Aec’s jaw tightened. He stared at it for a long moment, then let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then it went to voicemail.

No. He didn’t answer.

A second later, a text arrived. He grabbed the phone. His fingers trembled slightly not from fear, but from the surge of rage coiling through him.

"I heard you left the company. The more you try to go against me, the more hurtful things happen to your mother."

Aec’s hand clenched around the phone so tightly the screen nearly cracked under the force. His knuckles whitened, the veins in his wrist standing out like cords of steel.

For a moment, he just sat there, the city lights flashing across his sharp features, his mind a storm of controlled fury.

Then he slammed the gear into drive.

The tires screeched lightly against the asphalt as he tore out of the parking lot, the car devouring the streets ahead.

Victor’s threats hung in the air, but Aec didn’t hesitate. He didn’t slow down. He didn’t look back.

He drove straight, fast, and without distraction.

Aec’s black car rolled silently out of the hotel lot, the city lights streaking past like knives in the dark. His hands gripped the wheel, jaw tight, mind focused on Sharon but then a flicker in the rearview caught his attention.

He squinted. Shadows moving. Too precise to be random.

Victor’s men.

Aec’s lips curled into a sharp, dangerous scoff. His fist slammed against the steering wheel. "Pathetic," he muttered. "Following me like children."

He stomped the accelerator, weaving through traffic with surgical precision, each turn calculated. The men trailing him didn’t waver, they were patient, disciplined. But so was he.

Minutes later, as he neared the office, his movements slowed ever so slightly, enough to make the pursuers think he was stopping.

They did.

One car fell behind; the men in the back, smug, confident, certain they’d cornered him.

But Aec didn’t stop. With a deliberate, the men passed him , close enough for him to see.

The rear passenger window rolled down slowly, deliberately, as if the move had been rehearsed. Aec caught a glimpse inside, but the angle was brief. Just shadows, nothing concrete.

Then the window started rolling up again.

Aec’s eyes narrowed. Something or someone had moved in that fleeting moment. A woman and if he didn’t see wrong...

But the glass was already up. No figure. Nothing.

He blinked once. Twice. His pulse quickened slightly, irritation mixed with a spike of sharp, icy anticipation.

"Imagination..." he muttered under his breath.

Yet instinct screamed at him. He couldn’t shake it.

His eyes drifted back toward the passing car. Nothing. Just the dark window, reflecting the streetlights.

And then, just as quickly, the car disappeared ahead.

Aec’s hands tightened on the wheel. His teeth ground together.

That fleeting shadow, whatever it was, was no coincidence... His father was capable of anything.

- - -

In the back of the dark van, her wrists chafed from the tight ropes, her mouth bound with a rough cloth, Aec’s mother thrashed against her restraints.

She leaned forward, straining to see through the tinted window, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of a black car driving nearby. She knew Aec’s car and she had never been mistaken.

Her heart jumped. "Aec!" she tried to scream, muffled by the cloth, her voice reduced to a desperate, muted sound. She banged against the ropes, trying to make any noise, any movement that would draw his attention.

But it was no use.

From her angle, he saw her. She was sure of it. And yet... he looked straight at the car and then, without a word, turned his face away.

Tears burned in her eyes. Anger and betrayal surged through her. "No... he didn’t see me. My son won’t abandon me!" she thought, disbelief and heartbreak slicing through her chest.

Her panic worsened as one of the men in the van leaned toward her, voice cold and mocking.

"Like we told you," he said, almost casually, "your son chose a woman over you."

Her eyes widened in shock, fury, and helplessness. Her son, her only boy had chosen someone else over her? She would never believe such a lie.

Meanwhile, outside the van, Aec’s black car went into the office parking lot. He had glanced briefly at the passing vehicle, catching only a shadow behind the tinted glass but he didn’t think much of it.

Inside the van, the ropes dug into her wrists as she struggled, trying to free herself. Her eyes never left the street, never left him. And yet, all she could see was his car disappearing, leaving her powerless and alone...

And the man’s cruel words echoed in her ears.

Her son had chosen a woman over her.