Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

The sea breeze was crisp. The woman's voice was cold, laced with a kind of distant elegance. She wore a white Chanel dress, her long wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, and everything about her—even the pearly nail polish.
"Who are you?" Lorraine leaned back against the railing, her whole body tense and on guard.
The woman walked in, her high heels tapping rhythmically on the wooden floor. She crossed her arms and stood in front of Lorraine.
"First, this is my room. You're safe here for now. Second, don't wander around. Third, the food on the table isn't poisoned—eat if you don't want to starve. And finally, don't come out to the balcony or leave the room without my permission," the woman said.
Lorraine was speechless. 'Sure, this woman is gorgeous. But that doesn't mean I have to listen to everything she says, right?'
"Who exactly are you? Did you kidnap me? What do you want?" Lorraine growled. "I'm telling you, there's less than a thousand bucks in my bank account. You definitely grabbed the wrong person. You'd better let me go soon."
The woman was about to turn away. At Lorraine's words, she paused and glanced back at her out of the corner of her eye. "Lorraine, I don't like being ordered around. No one gets to do that. Understand?"
Lorraine's throat tightened, her heart dropping. She stiffened her neck and looked away. "Who's Lorraine? I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, trying her best to look unfazed.
The woman smiled, "Blood type A; junior year in med school; daughter of Zackery and his ex-wife; likes to space out; has a white rabbit named Coconut. That's you, isn't it?"
Lorraine forced herself to keep up the act. "I still don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong person. Seriously, I'm not Lorraine. If you keep this up, you're just wasting your time."
"Stay put. If you step outside this room, you'll have to deal with the consequences yourself." The woman shot Lorraine a sidelong glance, then turned and walked out.
As the door opened, Lorraine thought she heard someone outside call the woman "Ms. Godfrey." She racked her brain, and she was sure—she didn't know any "Ms. Godfrey," not even in her family's distant past.
'But this Ms. Godfrey clearly knows everything about me, down to the tiniest detail. That's seriously creepy,' Lorraine thought.
Frustrated, Lorraine raked her fingers through her hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small speedboat pulling up to the yacht. She quickly crouched down, peeking out through the gaps in the railing.
The speedboat stopped alongside the yacht, and the gangway was lowered. The man who got out wore dark sunglasses, his silver hair gleaming in the sunlight. It was Gordie—her so-called father-in-law.
Lorraine was so shocked she forgot to blink, staring as Gordie boarded the yacht and walked inside. He was supposed to be back home—what was he doing here?
The night out at sea was especially surreal, with the wind howling so fiercely it felt like it could sweep people right off their feet.
Lorraine paced around restlessly. Finally, forced herself to eat a little of the "safe" food "Ms. Godfrey" had mentioned. It was stone cold, but Lorraine managed a few bites just to keep her strength up.
After that, she quietly slipped out of the room, clutching a comb and a toothbrush handle she'd grabbed from the bathroom—makeshift weapons, just in case. But as she made her way along, she didn't run into a single person.
The whole cruise ship felt like a forgotten city drifting on the sea. Aside from the dazzling lights in the main hall on the first floor, everywhere else was pitch black. Lorraine did her best to stay invisible, crouching low and feeling her way forward.
She didn't dare take the main corridors. Instead, she stuck to the emergency passage. It was pitch dark inside, and she had to fight back the chills creeping up her spine. At last, she reached the stairwell leading to the first floor.
The door wasn't fully closed, and a sliver of light spilled out. She peeked inside—and nearly screamed.
Inside, the music was deafening, the lights dizzying, and the air thick with the stench of alcohol. The place was packed with men—only men—all nearly naked, wearing nothing but thongs.
Their bodies were tangled together in a wild, hedonistic mess. Some were even piled three or four deep, limbs entwined. The whole scene was a blur of flesh and lust, with obscene noises echoing through the hall.
The sight was overwhelming. Lorraine sucked in a sharp breath, almost crying out. She stumbled back so fast that she nearly crashed into a fire hydrant.
Suddenly, a large hand clamped over her mouth from behind. She panicked and struggled, but the person spun her around and pulled her into a firm embrace.
A familiar scent washed over her, snapping her dazed mind back to clarity. The fear that had been gnawing at her all day finally eased as she instinctively grabbed onto his shirt.
Lorraine had been really scared—she just had no one to talk to. Earlier that afternoon, when she was stuck in her cabin, she'd even braced herself for the worst.
Eugene let go of her, his voice low and steady. "Let's find somewhere else to talk."
That deep, calm tone made Lorraine feel like nothing in the world could hurt her. She nodded and followed him obediently.
The stairwell was still dark, so they couldn't move too fast. Without thinking, she slipped her hand into his—right now, he was her only anchor.
Eugene squeezed her fingers gently. "Are you scared?"
"Yeah." Lorraine nodded and then quickly added, "But that was before. I'm not scared anymore."
Eugene paused. His handsome face was half-hidden in the dim light, but his eyes were bright. "Stay close to me, okay?"
Lorraine nodded hard, gripping his hand tighter.
The two of them slipped silently up to the second floor and ducked into a small storage room.
The light snapped on, and Lorraine took one look before bursting out laughing. "Lorenzo, you were the guy I saw earlier today?"
Now she realized "Gordie" and his bodyguards who boarded the ship this afternoon were actually the three of them—Nathan, Lorenzo, and Eugene—in disguise.
Lorenzo ran a hand through his now-white hair and shrugged off his suit jacket. "We're running out of time. Stephen's about to land here by helicopter. Once the party's over, someone will tip him off that Gordie's arrived. We have to move fast."
Everything was supposed to be set—they'd already arranged all the firepower, and all they had to do was sit in the helicopter, sip some wine, and watch the show. Who could've guessed Lorraine would get kidnapped and throw the whole plan into chaos?
Knowing the risks, Eugene came up with this crazy, last-minute plan in just an hour. All Nathan and Lorenzo could do was play along and risk it all.
Nathan pulled a few tiny cameras out of his bag and handed one to each of them.
Lorraine got all hyped up. "Are we going to secretly film Stephen? Get dirt on him, prove he's gay, and make sure he never bounces back? Is that it?"
'That's awesome,' Lorraine thought. She could barely wait. She wanted to see how Stephen could ever turn things around or mess with her again after this.
"It's not just that, Lorraine. You're too naive. There's also—" Lorenzo started, but Eugene's sharp glance quickly shut him down.
Eugene turned to Lorraine, ruffled her hair, and said seriously, "You don't need to go down there. Just stay here and wait for us. No matter what happens, keep your curiosity in check, and don't come out. We'll come back for you."
"I'm not scared," Lorraine said, sounding brave.
"I'm just worried you'll slow us down," Eugene said bluntly.
Lorraine fell silent.
Lorenzo handed Eugene a bag. "Hurry up and change. Just put on what's inside, then head downstairs. Don't waste any more time."
Eugene took the bag and walked toward the restroom.
Lorraine followed behind him, tugging at the hem of his shirt and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
Eugene glanced back at her. After a moment of silent standoff, he sighed and pulled her into the restroom. "Once we're down there, don't do anything. Just stick with me. Got it?"
"Okay." Lorraine nodded like crazy, terrified of being left behind.
"Eugene, are you done?" Nathan came over and knocked on the door.
"Just a sec, almost ready," Eugene replied. He then flashed Lorraine a quick smile and said, "Go get changed. Come out when you're done."
"Okay." Lorraine took the bag from him and headed into the bathroom stall. When she opened it up, she was instantly thrown—there was nothing inside except a white button-down shirt.
"Eugene." Nathan's voice called from outside, urging him to hurry.
Lorraine didn't dare waste a second. She quickly stripped off her tank top and shorts. After wrapping her chest flat with a bandage, she slipped on the white shirt and stepped out.
Eugene was leaning against the sink, smoking. When he heard her come out, he stubbed out his cigarette and turned around.
Lorraine walked out wearing just the shirt, her long legs on full display. She looked super hot, but still had this innocent vibe.
A spark lit in Eugene's dark eyes. His voice was low and rough. "You have to hold my hand the whole time, no matter what happens. Got it?"
Lorraine nodded.
"And don't say anything you shouldn't."
Lorraine nodded again, looking sweet.
"And don't drink anything a stranger gives you."
Lorraine agreed to everything, nodding obediently.
Eugene reached out, quickly tying her hair up in a messy bun, then pulled a black baseball cap down over her head. "If I tell you to run, you run. Don't look back, no matter what."
Lorraine didn't nod. Instead, she looked at him, a little dazed. "Do I still get to hold your hand and run with you?"
Eugene's tightly pressed lips curved into a smile. He pulled her into his arms, lowering his voice in a way that was almost hypnotic. "You're worried about me?"