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After a long and arduous day of meetings and negotiations, Harry finally found himself back in his office, the weight of responsibility gradually lifting from his shoulders as he settled into his chair. With a sigh of relief, he reached into a drawer and retrieved Y/N's phone, the device that had been in his possession since the day of her ill-fated escape.

The phone had proven to be a formidable puzzle, its encrypted contents resisting all attempts to unravel its secrets. Yet, despite the challenges, Harry's determination remained unshaken. He was determined to uncover the truth behind Y/N's actions, to understand why she had fled and who, if anyone, had aided her in her escape.

As he gazed down at the device, Harry's mind churned with speculation. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Federico, Y/N's father, played a role in keeping her phone heavily guarded. The man was shrewd and cunning, capable of orchestrating such a scheme to further his own agenda.

With a resolute expression, Harry set the phone down on his desk, his mind already calculating the next steps in his investigation. He knew that cracking the phone would take time, but he was willing to wait. The truth would reveal itself in due course, and when it did, he would be ready to act.

After retrieving Y/N's phone from his office, Harry's footsteps echoed through the corridors of the estate as he made his way towards her bedroom. The phone weighed heavy in his hand, a silent reminder of the power he held over her, and the potential leverage it offered.

Approaching her door, Harry found himself face to face with two of his men stationed outside, their expressions alert and wary. Without a word, he nodded to them, a silent command to step aside, and they obeyed, allowing him entry.

Pushing open the door, Harry's eyes swept over the room, expecting to find Y/N within, perhaps reading or resting. Yet, to his surprise, the room was empty, the bed neatly made and devoid of any signs of occupancy.

Frowning, Harry's gaze landed on the phone in his hand, a sudden suspicion gnawing at the edges of his mind.

With a sense of unease settling in his chest, Harry threw her phone on the ground and with a single stump crushed the phone. His blood boiled. He couldn’t believe that she had done it again. He turned to address his men. "Search the grounds," he commanded tersely, his voice edged with a hint of frustration. "Find her. Now.”

Chaos erupted across the grounds of Harry's estate as his men mobilized, scouring every inch of the property in search of Y/N. They moved with urgency, their footsteps echoing through the corridors and gardens as they called out her name, their voices mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant bark of dogs.

Meanwhile, Harry stood outside in the backyard, his jaw clenched with barely contained frustration as he surveyed the woods beyond. His gaze flickered towards the treeline, a silent challenge to the wilderness that dared to shelter his elusive captive.

The urge to unleash his dogs gnawed at him, a primal instinct demanding retribution for the breach of his domain. Yet, a nagging suspicion held him back. Y/N hadn't slipped through the window like a common intruder. No, someone within his own ranks had facilitated her escape, a betrayal that stung far deeper than any physical wound.

As his men continued their frenzied search, Harry's mind whirled with questions and calculations. Who had aided her? And more importantly, why? The answers eluded him, hidden behind a veil of deception that threatened to unravel everything he had built.

With a grim determination, Harry resolved to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. For in the game of power and control, betrayal was the deadliest weapon of all.

“Gather everyone” Harry said to Lex.

As Harry's command rang out across the estate, Lex wasted no time in rallying the men. They gathered outside the imposing facade of the mansion, a formidable force ready to execute their leader's orders.

Charlie, however, stood among them with a gnawing sense of unease twisting in his gut. He cast furtive glances at the others, unable to shake the creeping tendrils of fear that coiled within him. He hadn't been involved in Y/N's escape, of that he was certain, but the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders.

The realization gnawed at him like a relentless beast, tearing at his composure with relentless fervor. How had she managed to slip away under his watch? What had driven her to risk everything for freedom? These questions echoed in his mind, taunting him with their elusive answers.

Despite his fear, Charlie couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for Y/N. He knew what it was like to be trapped, suffocated by the suffocating grip of circumstance.

"I want to know how she slipped past you both," Harry said icily, his gaze piercing as he gestured towards the two men tasked with preventing her escape, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The urgency of finding her pulsed beneath his skin, but retribution took precedence.

Both men turned to look at each other, a shared unease passing between them like a silent current.

"No answer?" Harry's chuckle held a dangerous edge, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment. "What happened?" His tone was terse, demanding an explanation.

"Boss, we just stepped away for a moment to grab a snack. No one came by," Jack replied, his voice tinged with apprehension. Charlie closed his eyes briefly, bracing himself for Harry's reaction.

"Who said you could leave your post?" Harry's voice rose with anger. "Wasn't I clear about staying by the door at all times?" He erupted; frustration evident in every word. "you fuckin idiots!"

Archie and Jack exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the weight of Harry's disappointment bearing down on them. They knew they had made a grave mistake by abandoning their posts, even if it was just for a few moments.

"We're sorry, Boss," Archie stammered, his voice shaky with regret. "It won't happen again.”

"You're damn right it won't happen again," Harry growled, his tone cold and unforgiving. In one swift motion, he raised his gun and fired a single shot at each of them. Charlie's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the lifeless bodies before him, the weight of Harry's wrath settling heavy in the air.

"When I give an order, I expect perfection!" Harry's voice rang out, laced with fury. He stood over the fallen men, his expression stoic as he processed the grim reality of what he had just done. “I don’t ever want to hear you sorry excuses!” He yelled at his men as he threw the rest of his cigarette to the floor.

"Boss!" Lex's urgent voice cut through the tension as he hurried over. "Silas is missing as well.”

Harry's expression darkened further, his jaw tightening as he processed the news. "Gone?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

The pieces fell into place in Harry's mind with a sickening clarity. Silas and Y/N were together, of that he was certain. His brother had defied him, choosing to aid her escape rather than remain loyal to his own family. The thought only fueled Harry's anger further, igniting a firestorm of betrayal within him.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with tension, as he struggled to contain the storm raging inside him. Every fiber of his being screamed for retribution, for the swift and merciless punishment of those who dared to cross him.

But Harry knew he couldn't afford to act rashly. He needed to find them first, to confront them face to face and make them understand the consequences of their actions. Only then would he unleash the full force of his wrath upon them.

With a deep breath, Harry forced himself to calm down, to channel his anger into a steely determination. He would find Silas and Y/N, no matter the cost. And when he did, they would learn firsthand what it meant to defy Harry, the head of the family.

“The horses are missing. Two” another man called out as he approached the group.  Harry smiled, he knew where they had gone. Silas was too predictable. Harry remained quiet as he walked towards the stables and through the field.

Reaching the stables, Harry wasted no time in selecting a horse. He chose a powerful black stallion, its muscles rippling beneath its glossy coat, a fitting companion for his mission. With practiced ease, he saddled the horse, his movements precise and efficient.

As he mounted the steed, Harry's jaw clenched with determination. He knew where Silas had taken Y/N, a secluded spot deep within the woods where they often retreated to in their youth. It was a place filled with memories, both fond and fraught, but now it served as a hiding place for those who dared to defy him.

With a firm grip on the reins, Harry urged the horse forward, setting off towards the woods at a swift pace. The wind whipped at his face, carrying with it the scent of the forest and the promise of confrontation. He rode with purpose, his gaze fixed ahead, his mind focused on the task at hand.

As he neared the edge of the woods, Harry's heart pounded with anticipation. He knew that Silas and Y/N were waiting for him somewhere within, but he refused to let fear or doubt cloud his resolve. With a steely determination, he urged the horse onwards, ready to confront those who dared to challenge his authority.

Silas and Y/N found themselves nestled in a serene meadow deep within the woods, far removed from the chaos of the estate. The horses, tethered to a sturdy tree nearby, grazed contentedly, their presence a comforting backdrop to the tranquility of their surroundings.

Spread out on a blanket beneath the dappled shade of the trees, Silas and Y/N shared a simple yet satisfying meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a soothing soundtrack to their conversation, as they spoke of their pasts, their dreams, and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

As they lounged on the soft grass, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun, Silas and Y/N found solace in each other's company. They laughed and reminisced, their words mingling with the chirping of birds and the distant murmur of a nearby stream. For a fleeting moment, the weight of their responsibilities and the shadows of their troubled pasts seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility.

In that tranquil oasis amidst the wilderness, Silas and Y/N found respite from the tumultuous world outside. And as they whiled away the hours in each other's company, they forged a bond that transcended the confines of duty and expectation, a bond born of shared experiences and mutual understanding.

As the wine flowed and the conversation deepened, Silas's tone grew increasingly somber. With a furrowed brow and a steely gaze, he confided in Y/N, his words heavy with resentment and bitterness.

"I hate him," Silas murmured, his voice laced with venom. "I hate Harry and everything he stands for. He's controlled our lives for far too long, dictating our every move, our every decision."

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to Silas's words, her senses suddenly sharpened by the tension in the air. The jovial atmosphere of their earlier conversation had evaporated, replaced by an ominous silence that seemed to hang heavily between them.

"I want to be free of him," Silas continued, his voice low and intense. "I want to break away from his grasp and carve out my own path, away from his shadow."

Y/N's heart quickened with unease as she regarded Silas, his features twisted with a mixture of anger and determination. Despite the warmth of the wine coursing through her veins, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach.

In that moment, she saw a glimpse of something darker lurking behind Silas's eyes, a coldness that sent a shiver down her spine. She realized then that she was in the presence of a man driven by deep-seated resentment and a thirst for revenge, and for the first time since their escape, Y/N felt a twinge of fear creeping into her heart.

As the tranquil ambiance of the meadow was shattered by the distant sound of galloping hooves, Y/N's heart leaped into her throat. She turned her head sharply, her eyes widening in alarm as she beheld the sight of Harry, astride his powerful steed, thundering towards them with a fierce determination etched upon his features.

A wave of panic washed over Y/N as she realized that their idyllic retreat had been discovered far too soon. She scrambled to her feet, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Beside her, Silas's expression darkened with apprehension, his earlier bravado giving way to a sense of impending doom.