He Told Me to Hide My Face in His Jacket—Then We Landed in a Trap

He Told Me to Hide My Face in His Jacket—Then We Landed in a Trap
He Told Me to Hide My Face in His Jacket—Then We Landed in a Trap

The stranger sitting beside me on the flight hadn’t said more than three words to me.

Then, halfway through the journey, he leaned closer.

“Hide your face in my jacket.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t ask questions. Just trust me.”

Every instinct told me to move away.

Instead, something in his expression stopped me.

I pulled his jacket around my face.

For the next twenty minutes, I heard footsteps moving through the aisle.

Someone was looking for us.

When the plane finally landed, I expected the stranger to disappear into the crowd.

He didn’t.

He took my hand and guided me through a restricted-looking corridor near the terminal.

That’s when I saw the news screens.

His photograph was everywhere.

MISSING TECH BILLIONAIRE STILL UNACCOUNTED FOR

I stopped walking.

“You’re him.”

He looked at me.

“Yes.”

Before I could ask another question, the airport doors ahead opened.

A group of men was waiting outside.

The stranger’s grip tightened around my hand.

“Don’t look at them,” he whispered.

“Who are they?”

“The reason I disappeared.”

We kept walking.

Then I noticed something that made my blood run cold.

Every person waiting outside was looking directly at me.

Not him.

Me.

The billionaire leaned closer.

“They weren’t searching for me,” he whispered.

“They were searching for whoever I was traveling with.”

I finally understood why he’d told me to hide my face.

He hadn’t been protecting himself.

He had been protecting me.

And as we stepped through the terminal doors, I realized the flight had never been our escape.

It had brought us exactly where someone wanted us.

Straight into the trap.