Page 36 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

“Have you seen Giselle?” I asked.

Miss Pushkin shook her head. “I haven’t seen her since she made your breakfast and took it to your office this morning.”

My fists clenched, and my chest constricted with fear. Where the hell was she?

I stalked through the house, my heart pounding faster with each empty room I searched.

“Giselle,” I called out, my voice firm as it echoed through the halls.

There was no response. No sign of her anywhere.

She wasn’t inside the mansion; I could tell that much by now. There was only one way to find out where she was. There were CCTV cameras everywhere. One of them must’ve caught her leaving or something.

My patience was razor-thin by the time I reached the security room. Dimitri, the deputy head of security, was standing near the monitors, his arms crossed, but he straightened the moment he saw my face.

“Where is she?” I asked, my tone sharp enough to cut.

He blinked rapidly. “Who’re you looking for, sir?”

“Giselle,” I bit out, gritting my teeth. “She’s not anywhere in the house.” I glanced at the monitors. “Did you see her leave the building?”

He shook his head. “No, sir.”

I took a step closer, my muscles coiled tight. “Check every video that was recorded between morning and now. Check every corner of this property, and don’t stop checking until you tell me where exactly she went.”

“Yes, sir.” He turned to the screens, and as his fingers tapped on the keyboard, one camera after another flickered to life, displaying various angles of the estate. Every room, every hall, every possible exit- no sign of her.

He replayed the videos from today and found Giselle leaving the front gate hours ago.

Cold anger settled in my bones.

“How the fuck did she slip past you?” My voice was low, deadly, and filled with rage.

He turned ashen from head to toe, his throat bobbing as he forced himself to swallow. “I didn’t see her leave, sir.”

“And that is the fucking problem. What the hell do I pay you for if anyone can just come and go as they please?” I barked.

This would’ve never happened with Dobryn here. He was vigilant, and not even an insect could fly past him without him noticing. Everyone else here was useless.

I stalked up to Dimitri and grabbed the collar of his shirt. “Pray I find her, or you’re a dead man.”

Tossing him away like he weighed nothing, I stormed back to the house. I was angry at myself, angry at the security men who couldn’t do their jobs properly.

I didn’t have the right to be angry at Giselle, not after what I knew she’d heard outside my door, but still, I was. She’d just thrown herself to the wolves by leaving.

Just as I reached the foyer, one of the maids stood by the hallway, her jaw shivering as if she’d just been pulled out from an icy lake.

“What is it?” I asked.

I wasn’t in the mood for a chat, but she might’ve had an idea where Giselle was or went to.

She scratched the back of her head, her hands trembling. “It’s about Miss Rae,” she said in a barely audible voice.

I didn’t like suspense. “Speak.”

“Well, yesterday, she asked me to get her a pregnancy test strip,” the maid said nervously. “I think Miss Rae might be pregnant.”

A shockwave rippled through me.

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