She is my heart, Sarkan

"So, why do I keep you guys? I have been kidnapped, and they have tried to kill me, and you know nothing about it. Harlin is now missing. What has happened to her? Why have you not been able to find her in the last fifteen days?" Rowen growling .

"Sir, please believe us. We've searched the whole city tirelessly, but we can't locate Harlin, ma'am."

"I don't want to hear the word 'no.'"

"Sarkan," Rowen said as he turned his head to face the man behind him.

Sarkan raised his head and turned to face Rowen after hearing his voice.

"Yes, boss."

"You know, how much faith do I have in you? I don't know why... why despite excelling everywhere else, when it comes to Harlin, it's a zero percent success rate. Does that mean all my judgments about you were wrong? Answer me, Sarkan."

"Boss, that day I was working on the task you assigned me. I had no idea someone would kidnap you so unexpectedly."

"I am not asking about that, for God's sake." I want to know where Harlin is." Rowen slammed his fist hard against the table.

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"We are looking for you, sir."

"You are still looking. Did you succeed in finding her in the last five years? No, you did not. Sarkan Fahir, the prince of the Underworld Mafia, who can track down anyone in Europe or Asia in two days, failed with just a common girl named Harlin. I have not witnessed such failure in ten years."

"Boss, are you sure?" The man standing to Rowen's left inquired.

"About what?"

Zulkin, the man, raised an eyebrow and licked his lower lip.

"I mean, I was wondering if you were well-versed in Harlin's background."

"What?"

"You know about us, boss. We have sources to gain access to confidential information, and there is nothing impossible for me to find someone who is out of reach. But consider this: whenever we approach Harlin, ma'am, we are questioned about our own qualifications. Five years ago, when she disappeared, we searched for her in every corner of America, even in Canada, as you suggested, but she wasn't anywhere. I have even thought Ma'am is no more."

Rowen's face flushed with anger; he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Boss, don't get angry. Ma'am has suddenly returned after five years. That's ok. Then, on that night, you were kidnapped and claimed that the masked girl who saved you was Harlin Mam. But then she disappeared again. And even in my country, I can't find her despite having the entire map in my hands! Tell me, isn't it amazing what can be done without more power?"

Sarkan said, sweating.

"Harlin and powerful." Rowen laughed, That girl used to work in a coffee shop seven years ago to help with her father's expenses. Alright, even if I take your words, you and your team couldn't find her earlier. Back then, she was just an ordinary girl."

"Perhaps Mam's lover, Eden." Just hearing the words, Rowen kicked the table beside him.

"Stop, Zulkin. I haven't heard this kind of thing from your mouth for the second time. Then you can't even imagine what your situation will be." Rowen barked.

"Shut up, Zulkin. Eden is not powerful enough, just an oggy. He himself has taken help from CI to locate Harlin."

Just then, Rowen's phone rang. He didn't want to pick up the call, but eventually he did. Sarcan didn't know what the person on the other side said. Rowen only said from his end,

"It's good news. I'm coming."

Rowen went and sat on the sofa. His head was pounding terribly, and he held it with both hands. Sarcan came forward and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Boss, please trust me. I'll find Harlin no matter what."

"Sarcan….. She is my heart. Bring her from wherever and however you can, please, brother."

The Elliot Mansion

"I had faith in you, Eden. Where is my granddaughter? She has been missing for fifteen days, and no one knows what happened to her. What exactly are you doing?"

Mrs. Harmoni sobs.

"Grandmom, believe me. I'm doing everything I can. Please calm down. We will search for her." Eden responded, his heart racing.

"I have been hearing this for three days, Eden. But nothing seems to be happening. What happened to her? How is she doing? I don't understand if any harm has come to her. "Who abducted her?" Mrs Harmoni's hurt-filled tears spill down her cheeks.

"I do not think she was kidnapped." Otherwise, we would have gotten a call by now."

"So you are waiting for that?" Grandma inquired, her gaze stern.

"No, Grandma. Believe me, I have looked everywhere, but I still have not found any information about her." Eden responded, trying to persuade her.

"How can an adult just vanish? That night, she left my house. Where have you gone, love?"

Eden sits close to Harmoni,

"Do you think Rowen has anything to do with this, Grandma?"

"That is not possible."

"Why?" Eden's pupils constricted.

"Because the night Harlin went missing, Rowen was also attacked. So, that possibility is ruled out."

"What! How do you know?"

"It does not matter how I know right now. That is the truth."

"Perhaps he did this to make sure no one suspected him. Otherwise, how could two incidents occur on the same day?"

Mrs. Harmoni casts a long glance at Eden.

At Deborah mansion,

The sterile white walls of the room seemed to close in around Harlin as she lay on the bed, recovering from the gunshot wound. The pain had been excruciating, but what hurt even more was the news that awaited her as she regained consciousness.

It had been fifteen long days of darkness, with occasional glimpses of the outside world through visitors.

"Mom, mom. Please, leave my mom; please, don't take her."

Haunting Echoes of the Night . The moon cast a soft, silvery glow through the curtains of Harlin's room, painting the walls with delicate shadows. The air was still, the only sound the rhythmic cadence of her own breath as she lay peacefully asleep. But within the realm of dreams, a storm was brewing, an emotional tempest that would soon shatter her tranquility.

In the heart of this surreal landscape, Harlin found herself standing on a mist-covered road, an eerie haze hanging in the air. She glanced around, her surroundings feeling both familiar and foreign. The scene before her was unmistakable—the road where she and her mother had shared countless walks, laughter, and stories.

Yet, something was amiss. The atmosphere was heavy, laden with an unspoken sense of foreboding. Harlin's heart raced as she noticed the faint sound of screeching tires in the distance. A chilling shiver ran down her spine, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. A knot of unease tightened in her chest.

As the source of the noise drew closer, Harlin's eyes widened in horror. Her mother's car, a beacon of safety and familiarity, careened into view. The vehicle spun out of control, a symphony of metal against pavement filling the air. Time seemed to slow as Harlin's breath caught in her throat, helpless tears streaming down her face.

In an instant, the car came to a screeching halt, and her mother emerged, shaken but unharmed. Relief flooded her senses—a fleeting moment of respite from the nightmare that was unfolding. But her heartache was far from over. Before she could react, a shadowy figure materialized, a sinister presence lurking in the periphery of her dream.

With a gut-wrenching sense of dread, Harlin watched as the figure approached her mother. Its face remained hidden in the shadows, an enigmatic specter of fear and uncertainty. She cries of protest were swallowed by the abyss, her voice rendered powerless in the realm of dreams. She could only watch, paralyzed, as the figure's hands reached out, gripping her mother's arm with a chilling intent.

Tears streamed down her face as a primal instinct to protect surged within her. She willed herself to move, to intervene, but her body remained rooted to the spot. The figure's grip tightened, its malevolent aura suffocating the air around them. And then, in a heart-wrenching twist, the figure began to pull her mother away, a sinister force dragging her into the shadows.

Desperation and anguish welled up within Harlin, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness gnawing at her soul. Her voice, finally breaking free from its constraints, filled the air with a piercing scream that echoed through the misty night. The sound was raw, a manifestation of her deepest fears and emotions, reverberating through the dream world.

And then, as if in response to her agony, her eyes snapped open. She was back in her room, drenched in sweat, her heart racing as if she had just sprinted a marathon. The vividness of the dream lingered, the emotions still coursing through her veins. She clutched the sheets, her breath ragged, her senses gradually adjusting to the reality around her.

As the moonlight continued to cast its gentle glow, Harlin couldn't shake off the haunting echoes of her dream. The emotions it stirred were too real and visceral to be ignored. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to find solace in the silence of her room, a sanctuary from the tumultuous visions that had haunted her sleep.

Harlin sat up at a brisk pace. She got dizzy all of a sudden from sitting up too fast, so she laid down again. She scanned the room and then the air vent. 'Where am I?'

Suddenly, the clickity clack of footsteps echoed down the hall; she bristled and froze up.