In the middle of the night when the rain pours down, the storm is descending upon the world and the abandoned factory is being echoed by the hoofing footsteps of the younger Nashville. As he approaches her closer, he slowly unties her hand maintaining eye contact with her. With her heart beating hard in her chest, the feelings of fear take over her entire body. He reaches out to bring his hand closer to her terrified face and lifts her chin. Darting directly into her hazel eyes, he notices the shades of brown becoming prominent in her eyes. His hand remains on her chin, gently caressing her skin that is soft like a velour cushion. She frighteningly gulps as she feels his other hand slide onto her back. This catches her in apprise, every hair on her body seems to stand up and her spine is having endless chills as his hand reaches further down to her waist, resting there completely. His eyebrows leaning downwards and blue eyes are slightly squinting and his stare is quite uncomfortab
Terry Nashville leaves the race track and hops into his car, his mind in a daze, lost in thoughts, he starts to drive his way back home. He navigates the darkened road, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Rain pelts against the windshield, creating a distorted view of the world outside. The rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the car's roof and windows fills the air, creating an eerie symphony that mingles with the hum of the engine. The moments of his argument with his brother cross his mind, giving him a sense of anxiety. He still empathises with his younger brother but knowing him well, he is aware that Jay’s intentions were not pure. The headlights cut through the thick curtains of rain, illuminating the immediate path ahead, but beyond that, the world is shrouded in darkness. The beams of light reflect off the rain-soaked road, creating a glistening, slippery surface that adds an extra layer of caution to his journey.The windshield wipers work tirelessly, sweeping bac
“Got you!” his voice is surprisingly loud which makes her heart skip a beat. With her eyes darting at him, she hears him saying, “Now, I fuck you!” the excitement becomes real as his eyes twinkle at the darkness of the night. Grabbing her arm, he pulls her to stand while she brawls in his arms. Not a moment passes when anger and frustration etch across her face. In an instant her hand propels forward, connecting forcefully with his cheek that is hiding behind the dark-colored mask. He recoils as the sting of the slap registers, his head snapping to the side from the force. “Come here!” with his teeth gritted, he pulls her closer, his eyebrows puckered together with annoyance. One thing Jay Nashville cannot stand is someone touching his face and that too for a slap. He has been slapped twice tonight and he won’t be forgetting this anytime soon. With his hands grabbing her waist so tight, he continues to stare right into her eyes and his other hand reaches out to touch the hem of her s
In a tiny cottage in a small neighborhood, the atmosphere is quite constrained and Lola and Henry are having an argument. While the husband is trying his best to calm her down, the woman is constantly asking for her daughter. “I don’t know, Henry. I have a feeling that something is wrong with my daughter. I want you to go and bring her back.” Henry takes a deep sigh, it is been an hour or two since he is trying to calm her down but all she does is become anxious. He calls Nathan and his parents at his house only for Lola who is still apprehensive about Nora. When Nathan arrives with his mother, he is silently sitting on the sofa, letting his mother talk to the sick woman. “Lola, you are still sick - please, relax.” Lola cannot get out of bed, she is bedridden otherwise she could have walked herself to the mansion only to see if her daughter is alright. Right now, no one is really listening to her, that is what makes her annoyed. “No, Tilly, you don’t understand. With this storm so lo
In the grand Nashville mansion, the air is thick with tension as David Nashville is pacing back and forth, his hands tightly crossing behind his back. A deep furrow is creasing his brow, revealing the constant concern etching upon his face. His reputation, the very foundation of his carefully constructed life is hanging in the balance. “David, sit down. You are giving me anxiety -” Miranda’s voice seems saddened and the only person she is worried about is Terry. Seating on a luxurious sofa, David's wife exudes an air of patience and poise. Her legs are elegantly crossed, and the rhythmic tapping of her high heels against the marble floor betrays her own restlessness. She understands the gravity of the situation and remains steadfast by her husband's side, offering silent support.“I can’t stay calm, Miranda. I don’t know what is going on - my son spent the night in the hospital and the other one is nowhere to be found. There is a maid who is vanished within a single night!” his voice
In a quiet and dimly lit room, a sense of stillness hangs heavy in the air. The woman lays on her deathbed, her frail form nestling among layers of soft, pristine sheets. Her once vibrant and lively countenance has been replaced by the pale pallor of illness, and her breathing comes in shallow, labored gasps. “Lola…hold on, my love. The doctor is on the way -” with a low concerning voice, Henry is continuously caressing her wrinkled hand. He is making promises to her, assuring her that he will bring Nora back. “Nora is on the way too. She is coming.”The room is filled with a gentle hush, as loved ones are gathered nearby, their faces etching with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. A few faces encircles her, leaning in with tender expressions, providing comfort and support during her final moments. Except Henry everyone is aware that Lola is taking her final breaths, it is time for her to go - if the doctor doesn’t arrive on time, she might not be able to survive for long. Knowing th
Henry sits beside the lifeless body of his wife - he is in a trauma, mentally not wanting to let go of her. He keeps on holding her hand until his friend Ethan politely utters, “Henry, come on. She is gone.” The people present in the tiny room mourn silently for the loss of the woman who lies asleep - the peaceful expression on her face. “Now, you must go and bring Nora before the funeral -” Tilly speaks silently and continues to say, “She will say goodbye to her mother.” Henry is sobbing for his wife - the most important person in his life, his better half has left him all alone. Now he has the responsibility for his daughter and himself. While Ethan and Nathan walk away, preparing for the funeral, Tilly asks Henry to visit the Nashville mansion to bring Nora back. Arriving at the mansion, Henry is standing at the gate and moves his eyes around to see the security revolves around the mansion. “What is happening?” he mutters under his breath and walks inside as he continues to ask th
The terrified girl is reclining on a worn-out couch, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and puffy. Her frustration and annoyance fill the air, making the atmosphere heavy with tension. She clutches the collar of her shirt in her trembling hands, desperately trying to wipe away the evidence of her distress. In the midst of her tears, her gaze shifts to the figure of a young man standing before her. His face displays a mix of confusion and concern, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips are slightly parted. He is taken aback by the sight of her tears, not fully comprehending the extent of her emotional turmoil.It seems like he has come back to his senses completely - a mixture of regret and shame covers his entire face that she can’t seem to notice. Hiding his emotions behind the dark-colored mask, Jay Nashville’s eyes are burning with repentance. Seeing her almost naked body covered with bruises, he feels his heart sinking down to the deepest ends of the ocean. ‘What the fuck di
As Jay Nashville invades Nora's personal space, she musters her courage and swiftly brings her hand up to deliver a resounding slap across his face. The sound resonates in the room, momentarily breaking the tension. A flicker of surprise crosses Jay's face, quickly replaced by a dangerous glare. His voice drops to a menacingly low tone, sending shivers down Nora's spine. "I told you not to touch my face, kitten..." Jay's words hang in the air, filled with a chilling warning. Nora's heart races, realizing the gravity of her actions, yet determined to stand her ground. However, as Nora looks at Jay, an unfamiliar feeling tugs at her memory. Her eyebrows furrow, trying to piece together the puzzle of his voice. Before she can dwell further, Jay steps back, facing her, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. A knot of fear tightens in Nora's stomach as she watches his actions, unsure of his intentions. "What are you doing?" she questions, her voice laced with unease. Jay's response is col
As the engagement party begins, the guests gather together in anticipation, ready to witness the exchange of rings between the happy couple. Among the crowd, Nora's eyes scan the room, searching for that specific person who holds a significant place in her heart.Suddenly, her gaze pauses, and her body becomes momentarily paralyzed as she stares at Terry Nashville, her husband.Despite the passage of time, Terry's charismatic features still captivate her. His beard, freshly trimmed, adds a touch of rugged charm to his appearance.However, there is a weariness in his eyes, a hint of exhaustion that cannot be concealed. Nora senses that he is not entirely happy or satisfied, and a mix of conflicting emotions wells up inside her.Just as the atmosphere is charge
"But, Mr. Sterling... I don't understand the reason for going back," Nora says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she settles into her seat on the private jet, her newborn baby peacefully cradled in her arms.Alexander Sterling, sitting in front of her in his distinguished three-piece suit, leans forward, matching her tone.He speaks in a hushed voice, his words filled with a mix of understanding and determination. "Yes, Nora, I do understand your point, but going back is our only chance."There is a pause, and then he continues, "I've heard that Terry Nashville is going to get married to someone. And I can't bear to see you suffer every second of your life for a man who deserves nothing but your hatred."Nora's heart sinks, as if it's been squeezed out o
Nora's anxiety reaches its peak as she paces back and forth in the room assigned to her in the Sterling mansion. The walls seem to close in on her as her mind races with worry and anticipation.She desperately wants to know what is happening, her heart yearning for answers. With each step, her concern for Terry grows, and she can't help but wonder if he has forgotten about her in the midst of this turmoil.Rubbing her palms together, she glances at an object on the dresser, her eyes drawn downwards with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.Her gaze fixates on the small tube that holds a pregnancy test, a symbol of hope and added concern. Nora's emotions collide within her as she contemplates the possible outcome.She knows that the test could bring joy a
Terry and Jay step out of the police station, their frustration mounting as they realize Nora is nowhere to be found. Terry's heart races as he searches the streets, panting and desperate to locate his wife. He even reaches out to Henry, hoping for any information about Nora's whereabouts. But his hopes are dashed when Henry reveals he knows nothing.Just as Terry's anxiety reaches its peak, his phone begins to ring, displaying an unknown number. He answers cautiously, his voice soft with anticipation. "Hello?" he utters, his mind racing with possibilities.The voice on the other end of the line is distant yet strangely familiar. Confusion etches Terry's face as he asks, "Who are you?" hoping for some clarity. The man on the phone clicks his tongue and responds, "Did you forget me so soon?"Baffled, Terry asks once again, his voice filled with urgency, "Who is this?" And finally, he hears the name he least expected. "Alexander here," the voice says. Terry tightens his grip on the
Terry and Jay find themselves face to face with Jennifer, the woman who has held them captive for what feels like an eternity. As she enters the room, Jay's anger reaches a boiling point, causing him to lash out at her without restraint.His voice carries a mix of frustration and desperation as he demands their immediate release. "Jennifer! What the fuck do you want? Untie our hands right this moment!"Jennifer remains unfazed by Jay's outburst, maintaining her composure with a serene demeanor. She responds to his demands in a calm and collected manner, acknowledging his request with a touch of amusement in her voice."Of course, baby." With a subtle smile playing on her lips, she confidently steps forward, approaching Terry and Jay. With practiced ease, she unlocks the cuffs that have kept the Nashvilles restrained, granting them their freedom.Stepping back, she watches them intently.Jay, his anger still simmering beneath the surface, ca
With Nora now by his side, Alexander wastes no time in initiating his plan. He swiftly sends a text message to his steward, instructing him to release Blackwood.It is crucial that Terry and Jay Nashville are informed about Nora's whereabouts, as Alexander intends to exact his revenge on them for mercilessly killing his beloved nephew, Anthony.The thought of taking away something precious from their lives fills Alexander with a sense of purpose and a twisted satisfaction.Turning his attention back to Nora, Alexander suggests gently, "Why don't you go and have some rest?"He pauses briefly before continuing, "I will stay up, just in case we receive any information about Terry and Jay Nashville. My men are at work, so you don't need to worry."
“thank you, Mr Sterling, if it was not you, I -” Nora's voice trails off as Alexander interrupts her, his words hanging in the air. “If it wasn't me, then it would be your husband…” Her heart skips a beat, her mind racing to process the implications of his statement. The mention of her husband sends a chill down her spine, and a wave of unease washes over her. She gazes at Alexander, searching for answers in his eyes, but his expression remains inscrutable, leaving her with more questions than before.As Nora starts walking, Alexander's offer to drop her home breaks through the fog of her thoughts. “It would be great if you let me drop you home.” The reality of her situation sinks in—she cannot go home alone. With a nod, she accepts his proposition, her gratitude mingled with a hint of apprehension. Alexander opens the car door for her, a gesture that surprises not only Nora but also Sebastian, the steward. The astonishment in Sebastian's gaze doesn't go unnoticed by Alexander, w
As Nora drifts deeper into her drunken stupor, unaware of her surroundings, a sudden commotion breaks through the haze. The sound of police sirens fills the air as law enforcement officers arrive at the scene. Nora's bleary eyes struggle to focus as they approach her, their voices muffled and distant.One of the officers steps forward and addresses Nora, his words barely registering in her intoxicated state. "You are under arrest, Mrs. Nashville," he declares, the weight of his statement lost on her confused mind. Nora, disoriented and unable to comprehend the situation, simply nods in a daze, her response a mere reflex.With the officers by her side, Nora is led away, her movements unsteady and her hands cuffed. Onlookers gasp and whisper in shock as they witness the unexpected turn of events. Terry and Jay, who are unaware of the unfolding situation, are absent and unaware of Nora's predicament.Miranda and David, among the stunned crowd, are taken aback by the presence of the pol