I carry Alaia to the car and strap her into the passenger seat beside me. I kiss her hand a couple of times and close the door. I get into the car and sit there, staring ahead. I bite my lip hard, and in a rage, I punch the steering wheel a couple of times; choking on a sob, I press my head to the wheel and cry forlornly. God, please protect her, please bring her back to us safely. I don’t want anything else. Just get her back to me.
Once I pull myself together, I drive back home. Alaia asleep in the car seat beside me. I sigh when I see the photographers were still camped out outside the house. The police officers usher them out of the way as the gate opens, and they snap photo after photo of me as I pull Alaia out of the car.
“Tristan, is there any news on Shayla?!”
“Tristan, where did they find Alaia? Where is Shayla?! Is it true that she’s been killed?!”
“Get them out of here!” I shout angrily at the officers, who nod and start ushering them away from
“Cole.” I lift my gaze and look at a teary-eyed Josh and shake my head from my position on the floor. We were at the mortuary, and I had to go in and identify the body. As soon as I see a body on that table, covered with a white cloth, my back hit the wall, and I slid to the floor with my head in my hands.“I can't do it.” I sob uncontrollably, shaking my head. “That can’t be her lying there, Josh. it can't be!” I cry, covering my face with my hand as I weep. “I don’t want to remember her like that. I can’t do it.” If I see her lying there, lifeless and cold, that’s how I’ll remember her. That image will haunt me forever.“Cole, you have to. I know it’s hard, but she’s suffered enough. Let’s do this so we can put her to rest if it is her.”His words wrecked me. Put her to rest. I don’t want to put her to rest. I want her to wake up, so I can take her home with me, back to our baby girl who misses her terribly, back to her family who needs her.“I can’t, J
“What is it?” He asks quickly, and I push the door open and run across the street toward the church. I push the door open and walk inside. I’m not a religious man, but she was, and if anyone was going to help her right now, it was God himself. I walk down the aisle toward the prayer desk and look up at the statue of Jesus Christ staring down at me. I fall to my knees, lace my fingers together, and close my eyes.“God, I wasn’t raised to believe in anyone other than myself. I know, I probably have no right being here and asking you of anything, having no faith— but my wife has always had faith, and she prays and is a good person. I'm desperate, and you're the only one I can turn to for help and guidance right now. I’m begging you. Please help Shayla, please keep her safe and give her the strength to keep on fighting and find her way home to me and our baby girl. I’ll do anything. I'll come to church every Sunday. I’ll donate more money and time to those in need. I'll give up e
“Oh, sweetie, she will be,” Sophie assures me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s going to be okay. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask. I’m here for you always.” I sigh, closing my eyes, and wrap an arm around her waist. I open my eyes and turn my head when a familiar smell hits my senses. I know that smell. That floral...perfume. The scent on Alaia. I pull back from the hug and look at her for a long moment. No, Cole, stop being stupid. Sophie would never do something this crazy. I blink and clear my throat.“I’m going to use the bathroom. Why don’t you grab yourself a drink? I’ll be back in a second.” I tell her, and she nods, smiling a little. I watch her as she walks over to the fridge as I walk out of the kitchen. “Josh,” I call out, and he looks at me from the sofa. I gesture for him to follow me, and he gets up, following me as I run up the stairs to the bedroom.“What’s wrong?” Josh asks, watching me as I rummage through Alaia’s laundry basket
*Content warning*This chapter contains sensitive content (abuse/assault) that some may find triggering or upsetting. It's not graphic, but I advise you to skip this chapter or read it at your own risk.“I’m going to ask you one more time.” Detective Scott sighs tiredly. “Where is Shayla Hoult?” I watch behind the glass as Sophie rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulder.“I don’t know. How many times do I have to keep repeating myself? I don’t have anything to do with her kidnapping. Those people are all crazy, and they’ve poisoned Tristan against me. If anyone should be arrested, it’s him. He was trying to kill me. They all were!” She shrieks, sitting forward in her seat. “I’m going to press charges on every one of them.” She mutters, touching her swollen lip.“Miss Turner, I don’t think you’ve quite comprehended the gravity of the allegations and charges you’re facing here. You had an innocent woman and her baby kidnapped and helped captive.
“Get the fuck off me. I have to go to her.” I hiss, trying to break free, but he holds me tight. I stop when I see the two men being brought out in cuffs. Josh lets go of me, and I race over to them. “Stop!” I shout and look at the men that held my wife captive. They were tall, built, covered in tattoos and scars. The taller one looked me in the eyes, and a slow dark smirk appeared on his face. “You son of a bitch!” I punch him so hard across the face, I felt his jaw crunch and dislocate. He turns his dark gaze to me and winks before they haul them into the van. I push aside my anger and run into the house, followed by Josh. I look around and almost threw up. The place was disgusting, and there was a putrid smell. I push through the police officers to the back of the house.“Get me something to cut these! And get the paramedics in here now!” I hear Detective Scott's voice shout, and I push through the officers and run into the room and stop. I saw her bloodied feet first, and
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I’m a huge fan of both you and your wife. I used to see your pictures in the papers or social media all the time and always wish to find someone to look at me the way you’d look at each other. I could just feel the love through the screen of my phone.” She states with a smile, and then her face falls when she looks at Shayla. “Then I read about her being abducted and now seeing her like this...”I look at her, frown and, sit up straight. “Please don’t say anything to anyone about what she’s suffered. I don't want the papers to find out about what she’s gone through and have it all over the internet. It would destroy her even more.”Her brown eyes go wide, and she looks at me, surprised. “Oh, no, I would never. I’d have to be completely heartless to do such a thing. I’ve always idolized her and hoped I’d meet her one day, but I obviously didn’t ever dream it would be like this.” She replies woefully and shakes her head.“I wo
I stare at her wordlessly, my mouth agape while I let her words sink in. Sophie was the one responsible for my plane crash? “What? I don’t understand. They said it was turbine engine failure.” Shayla shakes her head meekly.“It was her. She tried to have us killed, Cole.” She croaks and drops her gaze to her hands, an endless stream of tears falling from her eyes.Jesus Christ.“Here, drink this.” I pour her a glass of water, and she takes it from me and drinks it and sighs, wincing a little. I take the empty glass from her and take her hand into mine again. She doesn’t pull away this time.“How’s Alaia?” She asks, lifting her eyes to look at me for a second before she looks away again.“She’s at home with your mum. She’s okay; she wasn’t hurt. They left her outside a police station with a note to call me to collect her.” I explain, and she closes her eyes and cries.“Thank God. I was so worried she had done something horrible to her.” She s
*Content warning*This chapter contains sensitive content (abuse/assault) that some may find triggering or upsetting. It's not graphic, but I advise you to skip this chapter or read it at your own risk.I stare out of the window at the gradually dimming sky. The sound of the rain hitting the window and the distant rumble of the thunder was soothing. It gave me something else to focus on, other than the ache in my body, my wrists' stinging, and the crippling fear that had my heart racing a mile a minute. I didn’t think I would see daylight ever again. The scary part is that I was okay with that. In fact, I was welcoming it. I gave up fighting after the third time. I begged them every hour to just kill me, but they didn’t. Sophie wanted me to suffer, and suffer I did. I can still feel their hand’s all over me. I can feel their long beards dragging along my skin, making every hair on my body stand with disgust. I thought I was broken before—I was wrong. Now,
Twenty minutes later, the house smelt sensational with home-cooked goodness. Cole strolls into the kitchen while his wife cooks pancakes. He wraps his arms around her from behind and kisses her pulse. “As good as this food smells, I can’t wait to eat you later,” Cole growls in her ear hungrily, making her grin. “Shh, baby, the kids are going to hear you,” Shayla whispers back, looking up at him, and he matches her grin leaning close. “They’re not even in here.” Cole chuckles, kissing her softly. Shayla wraps her arms around her husband’s neck and parts her lips when his tongue silently requests permission to meet her own. “Oh, barf. Mum and Dad are making out again.” RJ grumbles, walking into the kitchen, followed by Alaia, who grimaces as they take their seats at the dining table. Shayla and Cole laugh as they pull apart. “Now you know how we feel watching you slobber all over your little ‘friends’ you keep bringing over.” Alaia retorts, making air q
Sixteen years later…On a beautiful Saturday morning in the month of August, Shayla Hoult rolls over in the bed she shares with her gorgeous husband Tristan Cole Hoult and smiles contently. At the tender age of forty-six, he was still every bit as handsome as he always was. She lay on her side and admired him while he slept. He still looked the same—but older with fine lines that came with maturity, which made him even sexier. The stubble of his beard had specks of grey, which she loved.“Why are you staring at me?” Cole mumbles, his eyes still closed, causing his wife to start while she was lost deep in her thoughts. Shayla smiles, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly, and reaches over to brush her fingers over his cheek. Cole smiles, peels his eyes open, and blinks, looking at his beautiful wife smiling at him lovingly.“How long have you been awake?” Shayla giggles when he wraps his strong arm around her waist and drags he
I exhale slowly, and Cole sits up and turns the night light on, blinking a couple of times till his eyes adjust to the light. “My water broke,” I tell him, and he shifts and pushes the covers off himself and gets out of bed. I watch him walk around the bed to my side, and he takes hold of my hand to help me sit up.“Are you having contractions?” He questions, brushing my hair away from my face, and I nod. “What do you need me to do?”I exhale slowly when another contraction comes. I wait for it to pass before I speak. “Call my midwife, then my mum. Tell her I’m in labour, and we’ll drop Laia to her.” I instruct him, and he kisses my forehead before he grabs my phone. While Cole was on the phone, I take off my wet clothes and change into a pair of grey comfortable tracksuit bottoms and one of Coles oversized hoodies. The pain was getting worse by the minute, and I was worried we wouldn’t make it to the hospital. “Cole, we have to go. Like right now.” I whimper, and he l
“Shay.” I lift my gaze from staring at my huge baby bump and look at my husband, who rolls over when I turn the night lamp on. “You okay?” Cole questions drowsily, and I glower at him.“Why won’t this baby come out.” I hiss angrily, and Cole groans, leaning up on his elbow and looks at me, his green eyes narrowed.“Maybe he likes it in there and isn’t ready to leave just yet.” He smiles, rubbing my bump, and the baby squirms inside me at his father’s touch. My due date was six days ago, and this stubborn child is showing no indication of arriving anytime soon.“I’ve had enough.” I whimper, agitated. “I’m uncomfortable. I haven’t slept a wink in days, and I’m swollen like a beached whale. Look at me.” I complain, gesturing to myself, and Cole lets his eyes wander over me, and he smiles. “What are you looking at?”He blinks, bemused.“You just said—”“You get this baby out of me right now.” I huff, and Cole scratches his forehead, his brows fu
Shayla pulls back and looks up at me, tears flowing from her beautiful eyes. “Did you...” She trails silently, asking me if I had something to do with her killing herself off, and I shake my head.“No, I had nothing to do with that. She obviously couldn’t handle being locked up. The warden did say girls like her are like fresh meat to a hungry lion.” I explain, brushing her tears away.“I did.” I turn and look at Sam, and Shayla frowns. “I may have visited the prison. A guard there is a friend of mine, and when he found out you were my sister, he did me a favour.” He explains with a shrug, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans. “It wasn’t enough that she was locked away, I wanted her to suffer, so I had my artist friend paint a photo of you and Cole kissing on the wall opposite her cell, she’d be forced to stare at it, be reminded every second, of every day that she didn’t break you,” Sam tells her. Shayla pulls away from me and runs into her brother's arms.
“That was a great party. I’m a grown arse man, and I had a blast.” Josh chuckles, sitting back on the sofa, taking a sip from his beer. I smile and nod, looking over at my mother and Shay’s mother directing the kitchen's cleaning crew. Sam comes across with baby Trey in his arms and sits on the sofa with a tired sigh.“It really was. Shayla did a great job with organising everything.” I tell him, and Josh nods, looking over at the baby in Sam's arms.“How’s fatherhood treating you, bro?” Josh questions putting his beer bottle down and taking Trey from Sam.“Tiring man, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world,” Sam admits looking over at Trey curled up on Josh’s chest. “To think I was terrified of ever having one of those, now I can’t picture my life without him.”I smile in understanding. “Yeah, they really do change your life, especially if it's with the right woman,” I state, and both men nod in agreement.“I feel so left out. I can’t wait to hol
“Happy birthday, princess.” I croon, looking down at Alaia, who just rose from her sleep. She smiles up at me as soon as she sees me, displaying her two teeth. She’s always so happy in the morning, and this morning was no different. She’s just lying in her crib, kicking back with her hands behind her head. “Good morning, my sunshine.” I pick her up and kiss her cheek affectionately. “Is my baby girl one-year-old today?” We walk out of the nursery back to our bedroom, where Shayla was still asleep. “Let’s go wake up, Mummy,” I whisper, kissing her temple and smile when I see Shayla lying on her front, peacefully sleeping. I crawl up on the bed and lay Alaia down on her stomach, and she immediately crawls over to her mother. I lay on my side and watch as she makes cooing sounds, pressing her hand to Shay’s face, who stirs from her sleep and smiles.“Mm, good morning, birthday girl.” She sighs, lifting her arm and wrapping it around Laia, who tries to crawl over her. She looks o
We see Josh and Aimee in the waiting room, along with Jo’s father, “How is she doing? Any news?”Aimee shakes her head. “Not yet. We got here not long ago.” I sit beside her, and Cole walks over to Josh, talking to Jo’s dad, Phil. “Did you look in the mirror before you left the house?” Aimee grins, her blue eyes raking over me.“No, why?” I ask apprehensively and look down at myself.Aimee laughs, “You look fucked out, girl. You could have at least run a brush through your hair.” I stare at her dumbfounded and reach to comb out my hair with my fingers.“We left in a rush,” I whisper, unlocking my phone and loading up the camera. “Do I really look that bad?” I look at my reflection in the camera and gasp a little. My face was all flushed, my hair a tousled mess, my lips were swollen, and I had love bites all over my neck. “Oh shit.” I curse, pulling my hair over my shoulder to cover up the love bites.Aimee nudges me, grinning wickedly. When I look
Later that evening, Cole and I were sitting on our bed, me on my tablet and him on his, looking through emails. “Do you not think we’re going a little overboard with this birthday party?” I ask, looking away from the tablet to him, staring intently at a document on his device.“No,” Cole utters, typing away on the screen. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.” I frown.“Cole, she’s turning one, she doesn’t have a clue what she wants. She’s not even going to remember this.” Cole looks at me and shrugs.“She’s aware of more than you realise.” He replies, his brows lifting to his hairline. “Don’t you see the way her little face lights up when she sees Moana on the screen?” I smile and nod, “Or the way she sways side to side when she hears the song.”“That is adorable.” Cole nods, smiling, and leans over, puckering his lips for me. I lean in and kiss him softly.“Let’s give our baby girl the birthday she deserves.” Cole mumbles against my lips, and I grin