The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Laughter fills the air. The sun is warm on my face as I push the small swing, my hands steady on the back of a little boy with messy golden–brown hair and chubby cheeks. His laughter rings across the yard, a sound I could live in forever.

“Higher, Mommy! Higher!” he squeals, kicking his tiny legs with excitement.

I laugh, my heart swelling as I push harder. “You’re going to touch the sky, sweetheart!”

His laughter grows louder, echoing through the backyard, until suddenly, it stops.

My smile fades, and I freeze, everything in me going rigid. The swing sways empty in the breeze, with my baby boy nowhere in sight.

“Where are you, sweetheart?” I call softly, stepping forward.

“This isn’t funny. Come out, baby.”

No answer.

My heart picks up speed as panic grips me. I scan the garden, the swing set, the trees, and the tall grass, but he’s nowhere.

Tears start spilling as I run around the plush garden looking for him. Every nook and corner he’s known to hide in is empty.

I heave breathlessly as something inside me begins to shatter. Where is my son? Why can’t I find him? He was just here moments ago.

As if the atmosphere can sense my emotions, the sunlight dims, and the air grows thick with something cold and

wrong.

“Where are you?” I cry out, fear bleeding into my voice. “Sweetheart, please, come out!”

The sky darkens to gray as the wind howls and the warmth drains from the world until the cold air sends chills down my spine.

“Please,” I whisper, rubbing my arms, trembling. “Don’t do this to Mommy. Please come back. I promise to take you out for ice cream.”

Just as I finish those words, a scream pierces the air. High–pitched, terrified.

The voice is unmistakable. It’s my son.

My blood turns to ice, a shout tearing from me as I sprint towards the sound.

The fog rolls in fast, swallowing everything… the house, the trees and the ground beneath my feet.

The cuts and aches on my bare feet barely register as I run. All I can think is that I need to find him; I just need to get to him.

I run for what feels like forever when I finally see him. He’s just ahead of me, being pulled backward into shadows by something I can’t see.

“Mommy!” he sobs, reaching for me. “Don’t let them take me! Please!”

I run, but for some reason my legs feel like they’re moving through quicksand. I stretch out my hand, just inches

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from his, when a shadow takes shape behind him.

My heart stops as her image becomes clear.

“Chloe?” I ask, surprised and terrified.

This can’t be real. She can’t be real. She should be dead. She is dead

Her pale skin glows through the fog. Her eyes are wild, her voice cold and venomous.

“He was never yours to keep.” She says, her eerie white eyes chilling me to the bone.

“No, please,” I beg, still trying to reach my boy, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t grab his hand.

“He was never meant to exist.”

I beg, tears falling down my cheeks. I watch helplessly as my son cries for me.

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