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JADEWe arrived at Frank's apartment and I laid my sons on his bed so they could sleep a little more.I told him about my broken wrist and he said, "It would have been strange if you came out unscathed. Now I am convinced you don't have secret superpowers."I huffed, "If I had superpowers, either secret or known, I would not have been in my current situation."He nodded, "You have a point. So if you were to miraculously have superpowers, what would you do with them?"I smiled, "That's easy. Get back my daughter.""And what next?" He asked further."Once I and my children are stable, the next step would be revenge," I replied."Against Max or his father?" He inquiredI sighed, "I am angry at Max but I don't think I can ever hurt him.""Do you have feelings for him then?" He began to work on my broken wrist as he waited for an answer from me."What do I say?" I asked him. "I do not have such luxury. I want to be practical and do what I must in order to survive and care for my children.
MAXI could not believe what had just happened. I stared at the mess that I learned was made by Jade and asked my dad for the umpteenth time, "Are you sure it was really Jade?"The previous day, after my dad took Jade's children from her and left the hospital, I felt really bad for her. I recalled how she had told me many times that she would rather die than get separated from her children.I was tempted to go back to the hospital and be with her, to wipe her tears and hold her in my arms, assuring her that everything would be fine. Yes, I wanted to make everything fine but after that, what next?I left home that evening, after seeing the children. My heart felt heavy and I needed to clear my head. I ignored the constant calls from Stacy and my dad as I played over everything that had transpired between me and Jade, from the first time she walked into my room at that club.I paced up and down while in my hotel room, trying to clean up my feelings. What exactly did I feel for Jade? She
JADENightfall took almost forever to arrive. We finally left the house together, with my two sons in my arms. My broken wrist did not hurt so terribly, thanks to Frank, but I was still not able to use it, yet.We all got into his car and he began the journey to the docks. He avoided the major roads and kept driving through small streets to avoid being caught by the police.I breastfed my children who began to cry once again, one after the other. It was a real chore because I could only make use of one hand.Seeing this, Frank said, "They are hungry, and if you hadn't been too stubborn, they would have been asleep by now. What's the use of breastfeeding them when you have eaten nothing?"I ignored his words. It was true that I was hungry but I did not regret my decision to trust only myself. My sons quieted down real soon and I heaved a sigh of relief.Our journey continued smoothly and quietly as we kept driving through the streets until we finally arrived at our destination.As Fran
JADEThe feel of water droplets on my face and the sound of babies crying forced my eyes open. I looked around me and was greeted by darkness.As the crying voices pierced through my ears, everything came back to me and I instantly sat up. I spotted Frank whom I had stabbed, a little distance from me, passed out.I realized he had crawled away because he had been closer to me when I fainted. I didn't know how long I was out for but I knew my children were hungry.The fact that their cries had not attracted anyone was a great source of happiness and relief to me. My clothes were considerably wet, so I sauntered to the boot of the car, giving myself all the strength the universe afforded me.I pulled out a gown from my bag and wore it over my wet clothes to protect my children from its coldness. I picked up the bag which had my pieces of jewelry and checked it, everything was still intact.I was afraid of what lay in front, so I took out one of the jewelry and hid it in my pocket. I wou
Max received a video file from the investigator he had employed and his heart rate increased.Earlier, he had left the hospital feeling greatly distressed. On one hand, his father was working to send Jade to prison, and on the other hand, she had left the hospital with an impostor.He had gotten in touch with the best investigator in the city and sent him the video footage he had acquired at the hospital.He waited impatiently for feedback and finally got a video of Jade and the man getting into a car while carrying his sons in her arms.He had no idea where they were headed. The investigator told him that it could be anywhere and the only option they had was to track them, beginning with their last seen location.Left with no choice, he began to track them with the investigator and spent the whole night searching for them.When it was morning, their search took them to the docks and at this time, the investigator received information on Frank's identity.He was an agent who worked fo
Max wiped his face with his hands while the investigator continued, "Frank's car is still here which means she proceeded to leave by water. She would not have taken the risk to go back because policemen were hunting her.I've asked around and only a few boats leave at night. Most prefer to begin their journey in the morning. Interestingly, only one boat was scheduled for departure last night and it was a small boat, heading to San José.I've texted its details to a trusted source. I'm waiting to get the name, address, and picture of the sailor. Once that happens, we will go after him and find Jade."Max sighed, "Thank you. I'm just hoping Jade is okay.""Bingo!" The investigator exclaimed when he got the message he was waiting for. "The sailor's name is David. He is thirty-two years old and is based in San José. He must have taken Jade but we do not know if he is in cahoots with Frank. Worse, he's had a few hours of headstart. They may already be in San José as we speak.""Then what a
EARLIER JADEI heard a knock on the door and opened my eyes. I immediately looked at the bed and saw my children sleeping. I heaved a sigh of relief, got up, and kissed them."How could I have slept like a log?" I wondered. I noticed that the door which I had bolted from inside was still locked and sighed again, feeling happy that I had locked it.The knock on the door came again and a voice said, "Miss Ivy, we have arrived.""I'll be right out," I replied. There was no time to shower or bathe my children. I wanted to leave the boat as soon as possible and check into a hotel before figuring out my next plan. Five minutes later, I unbolted the door, carried my children and my bag, and went out of the room."We've arrived in San José," he told me with a smile.The day wasn't fully bright yet. It was probably around five in the morning but I preferred to leave than stay in the boat. I did not trust the skipper at all."There's a hotel not too far from here, in case you want to lodge,"
JADEI opened my box and took out my bag. I searched the bag but could not find the black fancy bag that contained my jewelry.I gulped and my heart began to race. I searched thoroughly but still didn't find it. I began to search all over my hotel room but it wasn't there.Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I tried to retrace my steps. Ever since entering the boat, I had not taken my eyes off the bag until I got to the hotel.I gasped when I recalled that I had fallen asleep. The door was bolted from inside by me so there was no way anyone could have gotten into the room except.....there was another door and I didn't realize it then."How could I have been so careless? I never should have paid that skipper in gold. I would have at least one piece of jewelry left in my pocket. I should not have fallen asleep. Why did I make such a mistake?"I fell to my knees and broke down in tears, "Where do I start? What do I do?"I got up and wiped my tears, "No, Jade, crying will not solve anyt
TROY After two years, I was back in the Scandinavia, the place that took everything from me. I had rented the whole beach for the evening because I wanted to be alone. I stood by my once favorite beach in Oslo and closed my eyes as memories from the past flooded my mind; Her beautiful smile, and the warmth of her body, pressed against mine as we stared at the stars together. Aislinn was everything to me until she was snatched away so cruelly. I opened my eyes and stared at the water, hoping its calmness would soothe my turbulent heart. All of a sudden, something caught my attention. Floating and approaching from a distance, I tried to make out what it was. I took a few steps closer, dipping my legs into the water. I gasped when I realized it was a person; a woman, and judging by the way she looked, I knew she was dead. I turned and wanted to leave but a question struck my mind; what if she wasn't dead? What if Aislinn was in a similar situation and needed help? Would I have
MARIANNE If it weren't for the date and time stamp on the video, I would have thought Paula was lying to me. As I watched the video, everything began to piece together in my head. I recalled when Tony had first approached me for a relationship. I had refused his advances, especially since I had just clocked eighteen, but Britney kept encouraging me to give him a chance, claiming we were perfect for each other and would be together forever. Back then, I was amazed at how Tony and I had the same tastes, interests, and even fashion sense. I believed he was truly destined for me. Only after Paula's revelation did I realize that Britney had planted him in my life and told him about my likes and dislikes. No wonder he seemed so perfect in my eyes and I ended up falling in love with him. They deceived me for so long and plotted my downfall. The false testimonies from my secretary and Tony's sister finally made more sense to me. I felt so much anger surge within me and a deep yearn
MARIANNE Everything felt like a dream. Just like that, I had been condemned for something I never did. My only crime was being too kind and trusting the wrong people. As I was being transported by ship along with a few other prisoners, the judge's words echoed in my ears, "This court finds the accused; Mrs. Tony, guilty of first-degree murder and sentences her to life imprisonment with hard labor in the Norwegian Island Prison. I recalled the triumphant look on Britney's face as I was being taken away and could not understand what I ever did wrong to her. When I met her so many years ago, I had just finished high school. Being the daughter of the richest man in the city, I lived in affluence as opposed to her who was struggling to get by. I saw her working as a waiter at a party and took her side when a guest treated her disrespectfully. We got close from that night and I got to find out that she had no family. She was an orphan who had to work from a very young age just to
MARIANNE I sighed in relief as I thanked Britney repeatedly. "There's no need to thank me," she expressed. "You are my best friend and I will do anything for you." The next morning, just as my lawyer had promised, I was arraigned before a judge. I had been restless throughout the night as it was my first time being in a cell. I tried not to cry because I knew it wouldn't help my situation. I convinced myself that I was just unfortunate. I never should have married Tony. After the judge questioned me, I took a plea of not guilty. My attorney didn't seem pleased by that but I didn't care. No one was going to make me admit to something I never did. Since it was my first appearance, I expected that I would be granted bail and allowed to show up in court from the comfort of my home during the preliminary hearings. I planned to get the best lawyer for myself once I was released on bail and got access to my phone. However, nothing like that happened. The judge allowed a ten minut
MARIANNE At the police station, I was cuffed and kept in a dimly lit room with four chairs, one table, and a window. I was exhausted and my eyes were puffy from crying. Even though Tony cheated on me, he was the love of my life and I could not believe he was no more. In a flash, I had become a widow; the youngest I knew because I had just turned twenty, a month ago. The three policemen sat in front of me, questioning me as though I were a common criminal. "Don't you know who I am?" I asked. "I own foundations, charity organizations, and free hospitals. I help people, not hurt them. No matter what, I could never murder a man I loved with my life." "Stop beating around the bush and answer the damn question!" One of the policemen yelled at me, slapping his palms on the table. I didn't have to be a police officer or a lawyer to know that what the men were doing was not standard procedure. They were biased toward me and I had no idea why. "I won't speak any more until my lawye
MARIANNE I stepped on my brake pedal and gave myself a minute to catch my breath. My hands were shivering and I felt chilled to the bone. I still could not believe what I had just seen. I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the ones spent with my husband. That was how much I loved him. How could he betray my trust? Hands still
SYNOPSIS "My husband walks about freely, lavishing my fortune, with his mistress by his side, while I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in an island prison for his death. If this is my fate, I will fight it until my last breath."~~~ MARIANNE Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Marianne finds herself convicted for a crime she did not commit. In a desperate attempt to change her new reality, she ends up at the brink of death but gets a second chance in Troy; An unusually sexy billionaire willing to place the world at her feet. Marianne swears she is done with men and love, and her life's goal is revenge against those who wronged her. But why does her heart race uncontrollably at the sound of his voice? ***His hands reached out, framing my face as his fingers caressed my lips. I closed my eyes when he cupped my breasts and his lips settled on the crook of my neck, lavishing it with kisses until I was breathless and wet beyond control. "Troy," I panted and my eyes flung
In the morning, Ethan woke Cila up from his bed and calmly asked her to leave his bedroom and stay away from it. As she walked out of the room, she stood by the door, staring at Ethan who was watching her leave. She wished she could turn back the hands of time. If she hadn’t tried to take Laura’s place and planned for Laura to catch them in the act, Ethan would still be meeting her behind Laura’s back. She wouldn’t feel so alone. She would still have him—if only she hadn’t been so greedy for more. She had no clue Ethan was secretly seeing Laura again. He came home early, spent most of his free time with her. Little did she know, Ethan had been stealing moments with Laura during their lunch breaks, meeting at the small apartment he had rented temporarily for her. The joy of those stolen hours made time fly for them, but each day weighed heavier on Ethan’s heart. He kept counting down the days, marking them on his calendar, waiting for the moment he could bring Laura back home
"Shh......," Byron shushed Laura as he moved closer to her, cupping her face and attempting to kiss her once more. This time, however, he was met with a sharp slap across his face. The sting of it made him pause, his hand instinctively reaching for his cheek as he glared at her. "So, you’d rather sit here, pining away for a man who’s off fucking your best friend, instead of giving me a chance to make you happy?" he spat, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You know what, Laura? You deserve everything that’s happening to you. You’re foolish, indecisive, and weak. You deserve to be ditched by your husband and betrayed by your so-called best friend." The words cut through Laura like a blade, each one more painful than the last. Byron stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Laura remained standing, her legs suddenly too weak to hold her up. She sank to the floor, the weight of his words pressing down on her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. "Do I reall