"What do you mean by who am I? If this is your way of showing that you finally developed a sense of humor then now is not the best time". Ryke blinked, "I'm really sorry but I really don't know who you are". Christian's smile faded as Ryke's words sank in. He could see the confusion and genuine lack of recognition in Ryke's eyes. Concern knitted his brow, and he leaned in closer, his voice laced with worry. "Ryke, this isn't a joke. It's me, Christian. We've been friends for years. Don't you remember?" Ryke's gaze remained distant. His brows furrowed as he tried to piece the fragments together. "You really don't remember", Christian said, letting it sink in. "Christian, I was just coming to find you. Can I talk to you for a minute?", Doctor Collins said from the door. Christian took one more look at Ryke before nodding. The two men walked outside, closing the door behind them. "He doesn't remember who he is". The Doctor nodded understandingly as if to pacify him, "Don't worry.
Crystal gripped her phone tightly. She had been too little to understand but she heard the police tell Logan that their father had been going a little over the speed limit, then he took a sharp turn, unable to control the car with the road being so slippery from the rain earlier in the day, he had driven them right off the bridge.She looked down at her broken screen. The file contained a police report stating that the accident had been as a result of cut brakes.It wasn't possible.Someone obviously wanted to play a trick on her.Her parents were the kindest people she knew.Why would someone want to have them killed?"Crystal".She yelped, her phone falling to the ground in the process.She quickly picked it up, turning off the screen before turning to look at the person that called her name."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you", Kimberly smiled nervously at her.Crystal frowned at her."Look I know you are mad at me. I should have listened to you when you said you saw Ryke. I'm
Her world was spinning. She had known Michelle for barely two weeks, yet her death shook her to the core. Deep down, when she pecked her and the little girl said goodbye, she had known. She just didn't want to acknowledge it. Tina hugged her tighter, sobbing uncontrollably. Crystal wanted to scream at the world for being so cruel and unfair. How was she supposed to console Michelle's mother when her own heart was breaking? "I'm so sorry", she whispered, her voice breaking, "I'm so so sorry." Tina only cried harder. Her eyes went to the hospital bed in the room where Michelle had laid just few hours ago. "Goodbye Crystal", her voice echoed. Someone wrapped their hand around the two of them. "I'm so sorry Tina." After a while, Tina stopped crying. She cleaned her red and swollen face. "I'm so sorry. I'm just a mess right now." Nurse Mary nodded in understanding. Staring back into the room, Tina whispered in a cracked voice, "I will just get the rest of her things and go.
He remembered everything, well at least the important stuff. Christian told him that he would need a trigger to help remember. A part of him hated that the trigger had to be his father. Looking at the files in front of him, he let out a deep breath. His eyes traveled down to the three signatures, his father's in particular. Excitement was not in his vocabulary, but secretly the truth was that he had been thrilled to work on this project with Morgan. His father just ruins everything just like he ruined his childhood. "What's with the frown on your face son?" Speak of the devil and he arrives. "Is that how I trained you? To ignore your elders?" Still, Ryke kept quiet. Richard pulled up a chair and sat opposite him. "How are you son?" And that was all it took for Ryke to snap, "Will you cut the crap out with the son?" Richard smiled, "Ah, he speaks. So tell me, what are you working on? Maybe your old man can help." "Just like you helped me with all my assignments?" "The
~Twelve years ago~"I don't want you to go out", Crystal whined, "Why can't you just stay here with me and celebrate your anniversary?"Jessica gave Eric a knowing look before bending her knee to reach Crystal's level."Sweetie you know your father and I love you and your brother very much, but this is our anniversary, a day to celebrate just how much we love each other."Six year old Crystal blinked confused, "So you don't love each other on other days?"Eric bent his knee too, "No my little swan, that is not what your mother is saying. We love each other everyday just as much as we love you and your brother but today is just an extra day to celebrate the love between us.""But you said you love us too. Why can't you celebrate with us?""Alright Snowflake, Logan came into the room, "I will make you a deal. You let Mum and Dad go on their date and on their way back they will get you all the chocolate and ice cream you want."Crystal's eyes sparkled, "Yay!!! Chocolate."Without a secon
"But I don't understand. Why would my parents adopt him?""Why didn't they tell me?""Does Logan know that he is adopted?"Christian sighed, "I don't have the answers to your questions. The only people that can answer that unfortunately are not alive.""But-"Ryke interrupted her, "Crystal. It has been a really long day. Why don't we just go home and we will figure the rest of it out?"He turned to Christian, "I need you to find out who is sending her those messages.""Of course. Crystal if I may, I think there is so much more to your parents death. If someone had them murdered, there is a possibility that-""Christian", Ryke warned."I'm sorry. I will leave and get started on tracking that number.""Thank you." Ryke and Crystal said at the same time.Crystal waited for Christian to leave before she asked, "Am I in danger?""No. But I will need you to keep your head low for the mean time. You will only go to school and then from school, you will go straight back home.""Okay.""Thank
Crystal glanced between the three of them before turning to Richard, "What are you talking about?"Richard stood in the doorway with a smug expression on his face."I don't have the answers. Why don't you ask them? Logan, why don't you start us off?"Logan took a step forward, clenching his fist, "Richard, what the hell are you talking about? Why would you accuse me of sending that picture of our mother to the press?"Richard chuckled condescendingly. "Oh, Logan, just do everyone a favor and spare us the lies."Crystal's eyes narrowed. "That's a lie, Richard! Logan loved our mother. He would never stoop so low as to exploit her memory like that."She turned to Logan, "Right Lo?"Logan hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Crystal and Richard. "Crystal.""No. Don't you dare say it. Do you know what that picture could have done if it was true? How my life would have capsized? Why would you do something like that? What the hell is going on?"Richard's eyes gleamed with satisf
Crystal opened her eyes, a scream tearing out. She looked around. Everything was so white and bright. "You are finally awake." Her eyes immediately went to Ryke. "What happened? Weren't we just on the plane?" "We were." She blinked confused, "Then how are we here?" Ryke uncrossed his leg, sitting up straight, "It was a slight malfunction like the pilot said and then you passed out." "But how did I get here and where are we? Ryke sighed, "We are in Paris and to answer the question of how we got there, I carried you like the prince charming to your Cinderella." Crystal narrowed her eyes at him," Don't mock me." He smiled, taking a sip of the drink in his hand and then suddenly memories from the plane came rushing in. Her eyes widened in horror. What the hell was she thinking? Her eyes went down to his fingers wrapped around the glass. The fingers that been inside her. "Fuck my finger", she heard his voice in her head. Ryke's smiled deepened as he watched her battle with h
Dread crept over her, a chill running down her spine. She stared at the message, a surge of fear and confusion flooding her mind. Who was behind this threat? The text had come from a different number. Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the menacing warning.With a shaky hand, she put the phone down, her mind reeling with a thousand questions and an equal number of fears. The ominous message echoed in her mind, leaving her on edge and uncertain of what would come next.Taking in a deep breath, she composed herself and walked out of the building, hurrying to the one person that made her feel safe in all the chaos revolving around her life.Crystal threw herself at Ryke immediately she set her eyes on him, catching him off guard, and he hesitated before wrapping his arms around her. It was unexpected; her words of missing him, the sudden embrace, all of it felt unreal to him, especially given the strained circumstances between them.When they finally disconnected from the hug, R
“I asked you a question, Crystal,” Logan gritted his teeth.Shaking her head, Crystal took a step back from the painting and let out a hollow laugh, “I just realized something. Crystal? I thought I was snowflake.”Logan’s glare intensified, “That still doesn’t answer my question.”Crystal rolled her eyes and turned to Isabella, “So I guess I was wrong and you are innocent,” she spat."Wrong or not, it doesn't change the fact that I had nothing to do with whatever mess you've found yourself in," Isabella finally spoke, her voice calm but tinged with an undercurrent of irritation.Crystal's frustration flared, her eyes narrowing as she retorted, “Logan might have gotten you out but I know what I saw and I have evidence. There are also witnesses that saw you enter Ryke’s mansion.”Isabella chuckled darkly, a bitter edge to the sound. "Evidence can be deceiving, and witnesses can be manipulated. You should know that, Crystal."Crystal shook her head in disbelief. "I trusted you, Isabella
Crystal stepped into the sterile, echoing confines of the visiting room at the correctional facility. Her breath caught as she caught sight of Isabella, sitting calmly, seemingly indifferent to the world around her. Crystal's heart pounded against her chest as she approached the table, her emotions in turmoil, her hands trembling with a mix of apprehension and longing for answers."Isabella," Crystal's voice quivered slightly as she took a seat across from her former best friend. Isabella lifted her gaze casually, her expression unreadable. Crystal's eyes searched Isabella's face, seeking any hint of remorse, of the friendship they once shared, but found nothing."I'm surprised you came," Isabella remarked casually, her tone devoid of emotion. "I had to," Crystal replied, her voice breaking slightly. "I need to understand, Bels. Why? Why did you do it?"Isabella leaned back in her chair, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she
Chloe slowly fluttered her eyes open, the hazy blur of the hospital room coming into focus. The sterile scent, the faint hum of machines, all too familiar yet always disconcerting. As her vision cleared, she caught sight of Christian, his relief evident as their eyes met.A faint smile tugged at Christian's lips, but Chloe could see the underlying worry etched in the lines of his face, his attempt at humor failing to mask his concern. "Hey there, sleeping beauty," he quipped, a weak attempt to lighten the weight of the moment. "Is this becoming our thing now? Almost getting killed and ending up in the hospital?”Chloe managed a small, tired chuckle, but the gravity of their situation weighed heavily upon her. "Seems like it," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the ordeal. "But I wouldn't mind a change of pace anytime soon."Their banter masked the underlying tension that lingered in the air. Chloe's gaze softened as she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Christian's ha
The cacophony of voices echoed around him, distant yet somehow piercing. He found himself standing in the hazy periphery of a scene, a memory from his childhood that remained etched in his subconscious—the day he overheard his parents arguing.Their voices, once muffled whispers, now reverberated sharply through the walls, a symphony of discord that shook the very foundation of his understanding. Logan crept closer to the partially ajar door of his father’s study, drawn by the urgency in his parents' voices. He lingered, unseen, on the periphery of their heated exchange."I can't believe you're bringing this up again!" Jessica’s voice was filled with a mixture of anguish and exasperation."Jessica, he deserves to know," his father's voice replied, the weight of responsibility tinged with a hint of sorrow.Their words were like shards of glass, piercing Logan's sheltered world, fragmenting the illusion of his reality. He stood frozen, unseen, as the truth unfolded in the exchange bet
Logan's sleek black sedan pulled up outside the police station. Stepping out, his demeanor was one of controlled urgency, every stride purposeful as he approached the entrance.Approaching the front desk, he spoke with a tone that demanded attention. "I need to speak with someone in charge regarding the arrest of Isabella Montez."The officer behind the desk regarded Logan with a hint of skepticism, his uniform crisply pressed as he sized up the affluent newcomer. "I'm sorry, sir. I can't provide details about ongoing cases."Logan's frustration simmered beneath his controlled demeanor. "I understand, but Ms. Montez's arrest is a mistake. I need to rectify this immediately."The officer glanced at his computer screen before meeting Logan's gaze. "I'll see if someone can speak with you, sir. Please wait here."Minutes dragged like hours as Logan paced the station's lobby, his mind racing with a myriad of scenarios and strategies to make Isabella's release. Finally, a stern-looking de
Isabella stood before Ricardo, a mix of defiance and fear flickering in her eyes. "I did everything you asked me to, enough with the threats," she declared, her voice trembling slightly.Ricardo's lips curled into a chilling smile. "You have always been more beautiful when you defy me. But beauty won't clear your debt, my dear," he remarked, his tone cold and calculating. "You know the rules. I ask, you comply.""Please," Isabella begged, desperation lacing her words. "I've done what you asked. Let me go. Let me be free of this."His smile faded, replaced by an unsettling glint in his eyes. "Freedom? Oh, Isabella, freedom comes at a cost. And your debt won't be paid until I get what I want," he sneered, relishing his control over her.Tears welled in Isabella's eyes as she felt the weight of his words crushing her hopes. "I'll tell Logan. He'll help me. He'll—"Ricardo's laughter cut through her plea, a cruel and mocking sound. "Tell Logan? And what can he do, my dear?" he taunted, th
Chapter 40The world became a flurry in Crystal’s eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, her heart pounding a rapid rhythm of fear and desperation. Chloe lay motionless on the stretcher, wheeled away by the frantic medical team."Please, you have to help her. She can't breathe. I think … I think she’s dying.” Crystal's voice quivered with panic as she pleaded with the nurses, her hands shaking as she clutched at the edge of the stretcher.The nurses, while empathetic, tried to calm her down. "Ma'am, we're doing everything we can. Please step back and let us do our job," one of the nurses said in a reassuring tone, gently guiding Crystal away from the treatment area.Crystal's breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes wide with terror. "But she's my friend. I can't lose her. Please, you have to save her," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion."Miss, we understand, but we need you to stay calm for her sake. The doctors are with her; they're doing everything possible," another nurse
Crystal cried out, and he put his hand over her mouth to quiet her. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just so big. It hurts." She shook her head, trying not to cry. "Don't worry," he said. "Just relax and let it go in."He began moving his hips slowly, pushing his cock deeper inside her. She gasped again as he pushed harder, stretching her walls even more than they were already. Then he stopped, holding himself deep inside her, "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," she replied, "But it still hurts." He planted a small kiss on her forehead then he started moving again, sliding his cock in and out of her. She moaned softly, and then he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He pulled away from her and laid on his back. "Get on top of me," he ordered.A blush stained her cheek, “I don’t know how to be on top.” Fiddling with her fingers, she tried to look everywhere in the room but him.“Hey, look at me. Do you trust me?”She nodded, biting her lips.“Come here. I will teach you and