Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 215: Taken

Saira held Adam’s hand as they passed through the metal detector and patted his head as the gurney was moved toward the waiting airplane. He didn’t stir still unconscious, the sedatives working just as she’d calculated.

Her expression never wavered, but her fingers curled ever so slightly as she walked beside the stretcher, having cleared their security check. It was already good that they had reached here. A few more minutes and they would have cleared another hurdle. Once out of Maniwa, she would claim asylum in the States, citing a risk to her life so that even if someone did end up finding them, they would not be able to take them away. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She looked around the private airstrip and smiled. This little old and abandoned place was perfect. It was quiet, nothing like the crowded commercial terminals where sirens, scanners, and cameras buzzed all the time, increasing the chances of them getting caught by prying cameras or some curious tourist.

Here, there was just one security guard lazily flipping through a magazine and a tired-looking technician who gave her a nod as they passed.

Perfect.

She glanced up at the sleek white jet, its engines already humming with soft, ready purrs. Time was closing in, but she had calculated this route carefully. There had been no room for mistakes and she hadn’t made any.

The gurney rattled slightly as it was lifted into the aircraft and she followed it in, never looking back.

Inside the jet, the cabin was plain. Clean walls. No signs of comfort. Just the bare minimum. After all, a luxurt aircraft would not be able to fly from this old airport. But this one was just perfect... The straps on Adam’s gurney were tight, holding him in place. The technician gave a brief nod after checking them, then went into the cockpit,probably to let the pilot know that they were ready to fly.

Saira sat across from him. She watched his face. His breathing was slow and steady. No movement. No sign of awareness and closed her eyes in satisfaction just when the pilot’s voice announced, " We will be leaving in fifteen minutes."

Her smile widened. Just fifteen minutes left... So perfect. She was almost tempted to pat herself on the back.

But, as her eyes were closed, with her already imagining her victory, Adam’s fingers moved. Just a little. And his eyelids twitched. Even though he was not fully awake, his senses seemed to be warning him that something was very wrong.

He tried to call out for Melanie but he found himself unable to even open his mouth, let alone make a sound.

His eyes opened a slit and he noticed the woman sitting in front of him... despite the pain in his body, his mind focused on the urgency. He should not be with Saira under any circumstances.

The urgency he felt gave him a short burst of adrenaline and he focused on his legs. There was a faint feeling, like a dull pressure at the end of them. Maybe he couldn’t kick or lift them, but maybe he could shift. Just a small move, to get himself moving or away from her. But even that seemed impossible.

He tried again. Slowly. With every bit of strength he could pull from the haze, he moved his heel, dragging it against the coarse edge of the gurney’s support rail. It made a light friction sound. Barely there.

But in the silence of the cabin, it was enough.

Saira’s eyes snapped open.

Her gaze went straight to his feet. She stood up immediately and leaned over him. Her voice was soft, calm, but there was tension in her shoulders.

"Adam?" she said, brushing her hand over his forehead. His eyes were still shut, his jaw slack. But she had seen the movement. That small scrape. It hadn’t been her imagination.

"You’re not supposed to be awake yet," she said gently, almost with regret.

She sighed, and reached for her bag by the seat. "I must have miscalculated the dosage. That’s on me."

She took out a small vial and a fresh syringe, then bent close to his neck. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"I’m sorry, alright? If you’re in pain... I didn’t mean for that. I just need you to stay asleep a little longer. We’re almost there."

Adam couldn’t respond but he struggled, trying to push her away, but as the drug found its way into the system, he felt his legs give out as well as he kicked at the wall of the airplane one last time, before losing consciousness.

She smoothed his hair down with her hand, her fingers cool against his damp forehead.

"You’re going to be okay," she murmured. "You’ll see. I’m taking you somewhere safe. Somewhere we can start over. No one will find us there."

She smiled again. Soft. Almost maternal. She didn’t see herself as a villain. To her, this was all survival. Adam was rightfully hers as far as she was concerned.

"I just need you to trust me for a little longer, okay?"

She patted his shoulder gently, adjusted the strap over his chest to make sure that it had not come loose and then returned to her seat across from him.

Outside, the engines began to roar louder.

The pilot’s voice came over the speaker again. "Final check complete. Preparing for takeoff."

The jet started to roll down the runway.

Adam’s body stayed limp. Still. Saira only leaned her head back and smiled. Goodbye Maniwa. Finally we will be gone... She watched as the flight picked up speed and lifted into the air and almost jumped in happiness.

They were free now.

As the jet soared higher into the clouds, Saira turned to the small window beside her, watching the shrinking specks of lights below. Her smile deepened, a glow in her eyes now.

"We did it, Adam," she whispered, glancing at his unconscious form. "Just a few more hours and everything changes. No more hiding, no more running. We’ll start fresh, just you and me. A new life... one where no one can take you away from me again."

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