THE NEXT DAYElara had been able to successfully delay going shopping another day but when her mom stood by her door before breakfast time and told her to get into any clothes available to her and get down to the car immediately, she knew that there was no escaping it this time. Her mom was not the one to play the mini-games she had been playing with Isla. She was going to the kitchen to pick up an apple or any fruits she could lay her hands on. Her mom had informed her that they were getting breakfast at home and that after the shopping they would grab brunch somewhere after shopping. She could not question her or fight her, so she agreed. By the time she was at the end of the stairs, she met an unfamiliar figure in the house. She had been in the house three days now and had never seen anyone like this before so she wanted to know who he was. "Good morning, sir," she said when she stopped by the base of the stairs. The man reeled in shock as if he were greeted by a ghost in white
Carlos sat down in the garden outside with his hands on his chest. He was the reason that his daughter knew that Elara was not in the house and that she had not been in the house for a long time. Zara had told him that she was coming to tell Elliot and Clara about her wedding by the weekend, and now he did not think he could stand allowing her to come to the house to meet Elara there.Maybe he should not have cheered her up when she wanted to impersonate the Quinn daughter. He knew that if any of this was out, then he was going to lose his source of livelihood and that Zara would never get married at this rate. He could not call his wife to solve this because she was avoiding it in the first place. He called up his daughter; he was angry a bit that his wife was right about things like this. "Daddy, good morning," her voice sounded like she was just getting up. "Did I wake you?" He asked, and she grunted in approval, followed by a muffled yes. "I am sorry that I did but something urg
SUNDAY MORNING"You have a visitor," a staff member announced as she stood in the living room where Elliot and Clara sat. They usually took time to sit around since they both usually had busy weeks. "A visitor, who is it?" Clara asked, turning her head in the direction of the voice. They were not expecting any guests; usually, they did not allow anyone into the house on Sundays so the entire family could rest and be ready for a new week by the end of the day. "Who could it be?" she whispered to her husband but he responded with a shrug. "It is me," Zara said, popping her head from behind the staff. The staff bowed her head and left the room quietly; she knew that if they needed anything, they would call her. "Zara!?" Elliot exclaimed in a questioning manner as she stood there with a smile on her face. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a long time," Clara followed up. "Well," she said, coming to sit beside Clara, who rubbed her back with her hand fondly. "I have been pre
Elara blinked, looking at the face in front of her. She could tell that Zara recognised her and even though she wanted to act as if it did not matter, her face was imprinted in her head. She smiled at her and moved closer, taking her hand. She had too tortured her a bit; she was going to act as if she did not recognise her and then drop the ball on her later. "Hi, I am Elara," she said again before adding in a louder voice. "Elara Quinn" "How many times are you going to introduce yourself?" Isla asked, following Behidn and then standing in front of her. "I am Isla and the younger sister to that girl that keeps saying her name." Isla didn't bother to stretch her hand for a handshake since the girl stood stunned, leaving Elara's hand in the air. 'Maybe she does not recognise me,' Zara wondered to herself, but she was not going to let her guard down until she successfully left the place. She wanted to scream at her and ask what she was doing. There must have been a mix-up. Why was she
Elara followed her out and went to stand in her path, stopping her from going forward. "Do they know that you are their daughter?" Elara asked, pretending to check out her nails. Her mother had been on her case and made her do a full spree. They had gone shopping for clothes and she had made her get a new haircut and done her nails as well. "What do you mean?" Zara murmured. "Do I know you?" "Zara? Are you going to act as if you do not know me when you claimed so much to my face that you were Quinn's daughter and you were going to make Micah rich by marrying him?" "I think you have gotten the wrong person." "How do you know my parents?" "I said you have gotten the wrong person," Zara said. She felt as if she had burst into tears any moment from then. She felt as if she was being interrogated by her. "Should I call up Micah and tell him everything?"I mean, I deleted his number but I am sure that I can get it within record time." Zara gulped hard and felt tears line the corner of
Isla took out her phone and scrolled through the message between herself and her sister and she gasped at what she saw. "Oh my god, she is the one, that b**ch," she said again. Her parents had heard her the first time and ignored her, but they could not ignore her again."Isla!" Elliot exclaimed, shocked to hear such language from his daughter. "Why would you refer to her like that? Isla, explain to us this instant why you think it is okay to use such language so freely," he added, and she bit the corner of her lips. "Daddy Mommy, I am sorry; it is just that I had to say that woman is the one that..." she trailed off, looking towards Elara. She did not know if the girl wanted to tell them or if she was keeping quiet about it. "Go on, what did she do?" Elliot urged."You both seem fond of her; who is she?" Elara chipped in. "Zara?" Clara asked, and both her daughters nodded their heads. "She is the daughter of Mr. Winter, our gardener." "Our gardener's daughter?" Isla asked, unable
"Oh, my good lord!" Sarah exclaimed as she saw a figure sitting on the couch with the lights off. She went to switch them on. "You acred the crap out of me," she murmured when she noticed it was her daughter. She looked at the wall clock and noticed that it was a few minutes past six am. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked, not even bothering to give her a glance. Her daughter came back late at night and usually slept through the entire day, but seeing her awake by this time must mean that she had probably just gotten in. "Or did you just get in?" she followed up. Zara sat there frozen, just staring at the moving pictures on the television. She had gotten in pretty late that night and sat there thinking about what had happened earlier in the morning. She could not bring herself to think of the consequences of what was going to happen. Even though she had acted all smug with Elara, she still felt fear grip her so badly. "Are you not going to respond to your mother?" Sarah ask
"How am I supposed to face Mr. Quinn tomorrow?" "You would face him like you usually do," Sarah said. "You speak as if this is not a big deal." "It might be a big deal but don't you think you are old enough to face the consequences of the actions you take?" "Actions I take? Consequences? I did not take any actions that would make me lose my job like this." Zara sat there watching her parents go back and forth. She wondered why her father was reacting the way he did. Her mother, who had been against her, was handling the situation better than her father, who had encouraged her. "Dad, don't you think you are being too cruel?" She muttered and he turned to face him. "Once you thought all of this was a good idea. You were happy that you would eventually have to stop working and live a comfortable life; why are you now so afraid of losing your job?""When did I mention all of this to you?" He scoffed as if he had not been edging her to go on. "Dad?" she exclaimed at how he was trying
Noelle stood up from where she had been sitting all evening. It was almost midnight, and she did not see the need to still be out that long. She knew it was going to be difficult for her to see Ronan tonight, and she had forced herself to come to terms with it. She could go to the mansion to see him first thing the next morning before she met with Celeste. Over time, she became more comfortable with Ronan and his family. The Quinn family accepted her, which made her a bit delusional that she was from a well-to-do family. As much as she tried to ignore the feeling in her heart, she still thought that he would leave her in a heartbeat if he found a better fit for himself.She stopped behind him and poked his shoulders lightly. He looked back at her and smiled. "A moment," he whispered before turning back to the crowd in front of him. He wrapped up with them quickly, and they all understood after seeing her stand there. Their relationship was no longer a secret to the public, and after R
Elara's eyes fluttered open as she began to adjust to reality. She had been so scared about being kidnapped, but she tried her best to act brave all through. She looked around the hospital room as far as her eyes could carry her, and they landed on her mother by her side. She thought that the nightmare would never end, but she was glad that it did. She saw her mom's body rise and fall gently, and she wanted to try not to wake her up.The kidnappers were not as bad as everyone thought, but then she could not trust them, seeing how badly they dragged her there. She had refused any meal they had given her and only relied on water because she was somehow convinced they could not poison the water.As she tried to take the covers off, her mother stirred and sat up, scanning the entire room. "Elara?" she murmured as she stood up and stood beside her bed. "You are awake," she said, hugging her daughter gently.Clara had been so worried that she had gone out three times in the night to ask why
"At least we finally found her. I am so happy about that," Noelle said as she brought a cup of water for Ronan, who was sitting in the living room. It had been a crazy week for all of them, and they had not really had time to be together. Ronan had made his way to the hospital, and after he made sure that Elara was fine, he came straight to see Noelle. "I am glad too," he said, taking the glass from her hand with his fingertips slightly brushing against the back of her hand. She jerked away as if she had been scalded with something burning hot. He shifted the glass from one hand to the other and held her hand before she could sit down."What was that reaction?" he asked with his eyebrows going to the top of his head."What reaction? Nothing," she murmured as she tried to control the swirling of butterflies that had taken over her stomach from the contact. She cleared her throat and tried to avoid his eyes, but he noticed that something was off."Did I do something wrong? Are you mad
Elara's eyes fluttered open as she began to adjust to reality. She had been so scared about being kidnapped, but she tried her best to act brave all through. She looked around the hospital room as far as her eyes could carry her, and they landed on her mother by her side. She thought that the nightmare would never end, but she was glad that it did. She saw her mom's body rise and fall gently, and she wanted to try not to wake her up.The kidnappers were not as bad as everyone thought, but then she could not trust them, seeing how badly they dragged her there. She had refused any meal they had given her and only relied on water because she was somehow convinced they could not poison the water.As she tried to take the covers off, her mother stirred and sat up, scanning the entire room. "Elara?" she murmured as she stood up and stood beside her bed. "You are awake," she said, hugging her daughter gently.Clara had been so worried that she had gone out three times in the night to ask why
Micah had somehow convinced his mom to surrender. He had spoken a great deal, but he was not sure what it was that he said that broke her. He was glad that the madness was over. It was not like he wished to be put in jail for the rest of his life, but maybe this was the universe's way of punishing him for never being content.They sat in front of the police officer; no matter the questions that the man threw their way, they did not seem to budge or say anything. "We have nothing to say," Micah finally said after he saw the sour expression on the man. "We did it, and we were just greedy." He could not let his mom take all the fall for the kidnapping. At least they were the ones who turned themselves in, so it shouldn't be as bad as they think it is.The officer looked up at them and nodded before standing up to leave them there. If they were not saying anything and they had confessed to the crime, then it meant that all they had to do was go to court and get this over with.MEANWHILEZ
Clara, Elliot, and Isla rushed to the hospital to see Elara. After Ezra had made a fuss at the hospital and demanded an emergency checkup, he called her family to inform them about what had happened. He told Elliot that he could not go into details over the phone and it would be better for them if they came over at once so they could see Elara.By the time they got there, Elara was still taking some tests, so they had to wait, and during this time, Ezra took the time to explain the situation to them."I am never ever going to allow those evil people to see the outside world till they die," Elliot announced, extremely angry. Nobody there thought that the right thing to do was to calm this man down; they were all so angry that humans would think of doing something as horrible as this to a fellow human and that they would do it so proudly.Clara kept on sobbing, and when she was asked what the issue was, she assured them that all was well and she was just happy that nothing bad had happe
"What?" The man looked genuinely concerned that he had missed an opportunity to make so much money."Micah and Cora, the woman who paid you, have come in and confessed, so you do not have to worry about trying to take a deal to save yourself." The man looked fidgety as he realised that if Cora had come in to confess, then there was really no escape for him anymore. He should not have pretended to be too tough, but he was sure that if he had taken the money, he would have been hunted down, and the money would have been returned to Ezra."I see?" the man said in a singsong voice. "But you are yet to find the woman, aren't you?" The man asked, as even Cora did not know where they had hidden Elara. She told them to do everything at their own discretion, as she did not want to be tied to something as terrible as that."What do you mean?""Cora paid us alright to kidnap her but she had no idea where she is and even worse, my partner and I have a plan that if one of us does not show up after
Ronan and Ezra got to the station and saw the man who had helped with the kidnapping of Elara. The policemen said that the man had refused to speak and that they caught him when he was out buying supplies. They asked that they be allowed to see the man, as they could maybe find a way to force him to confess. The police officers agreed because they knew that it was useless for them to disagree, as they would still find a way to have their way. Ronan and Ezra made a plan, hoping that they could both stick to it and that way get him to say something incriminating."I respect a man who works hard for his money," Ronan said as they sat down. The gruff and big man looked up. Ronan could see the realisation on his face before he cleared his throat and tried to act like he did not recognise the two men in front of him. "I am Ronan Quinn; it's nice to meet you." Ronan took out a card from his card holder and slid it across the table to him.The man looked down at the card without touching it.
"Mom?""Wait, I am thinking of what we can do to escape this; this is good for us. You've been free, and now we can leave if we can just find a way." Micah stood in a corner as he watched his mom pace around the room with her hand stroking her chin. He did not need her to speak for him to know that her mind was going in every direction possible. He bit his lower lip as he thought of how he would dissuade her and convince her to accept her fate."They don't know that we are connected to those men; maybe if the men do not confess..." she trailed off as she knew the possibility of that was very low. She was sure that the wealthy family would do all they could to coax the truth from them. "This is all your fault," Cora stopped and put her eyes on her son.Mixah shuddered at the thought of what had happened; he did not like it at all. How could she try to blame him for decisions she made without him? He was locked up in jail and did not know anything about what she was planning, so how was