Chapter 13-

Oliver placed Marissa's wrists inside the handcuffs and locked them, hearing the soft click as he smiled and kissed her lips. They were sweet and soft...everything about her was like that. Marissa was perfect. And now Marissa was Oliver's property. No, not property. She deserved to be called better than that.

"When Ryan finds out where you have me," Marissa said through tears, "He will kill you."

Oliver smiled at her. "Believe that if you wish, dear. I've got to go wash up, though. We have a big date tonight."

Jupiter rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Finally, the door opened, and there was Kirstin, phone in her hand. "Hello," she said to Jupiter. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jupiter Atwood, Ryan's sister." Jupiter motioned to Yvonne, who stood beside her. "And this is Ryan's daughter, Yvonne."

"Is Oliver here?" Ryan asked the maid, Henrietta. "Oliver Trask?"

"No," she said, duster in hand. "He left a few hours ago."

"Where did he go?" said Ryan angrily, impatient.

"Who are you?" she asked. "You police? You lookin' for him? 'Cuz I found this." She showed Ryan what appeared to be a receipt. It said Ryan had rented an apartment in San Diego.

"Thank-you," said Ryan, jotting down the address. "Very much, really."

Henrietta shut the door and turned to continue cleaning.

"Ryan's sister?" said a flabbergasted Kirstin. "Hold on, I've got a phone call." Kirstin turned from Jupiter and held the receiver from the phone up to her lips. "Hello?"

"Kirstin," It was Sandy. He sounded upset. "Kirstin, I have some bad news."

"What?" said Kirstin, impatient, wondering what else could have possibly happened.

"Kirstin, Julie's dead."

It was an hour later. "I don't see Ryan yet," smiled Oliver, adjusting his tie. "Are you ready for our big date? You know we'll have to leave in a day or so... Are you going to dress up?"

"No," snapped Marissa.

"Do you need some more clothes? We've got plenty of money."

"If you think that you will get away with this, just wait–My father and my husband will get you."

"Your husband? Oh yes, that's right. You and Ryan are married." Oliver smiled slyly. "You underestimate me, Marissa. No wall can stop love. No mountain nor sea nor volcano–"

"I don't love you," growled Marissa. "And I never will."

"We'll see about that," smiled Oliver, turning to leave the room, "We'll see about that."

He returned a few moments later dragging something behind him. A small body.

"What did you do to her!"

"Don't worry. She's still alive."

"Please don't hurt her," begged Marissa. "Don't hurt Kaitlyn."