AVAThe air in the villa was cold, colder than it had been before. The warmth from the fireplace no longer comforted me, and the walls that once felt cozy now seemed to close in on me. My heart was still pounding from the terror that had unfolded just moments ago—the icy waters trying to swallow me whole, Liam struggling beside me, his head hitting that rock. I could still feel the water in my lungs, the burn in my throat, and the frantic desperation in his eyes as we fought to survive.I shivered involuntarily, though I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the panic creeping up my spine.“Are you alright?” Liam whispered in my ear , his one hand finding its way to my back and caressing my skin. I shivered once more, shaking my head. “I am not Liam. I knew it. I knew something was wrong somewhere. Liam we almost drowned to death. And look at you, you are still bleeding from your head” I sobbed, my teary eyes boring into his.Uncle John’s sudden invitation, the remote villa, the way
AVAThe wind outside had picked up, rattling the windows of the villa. I sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with my fingers, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest. Liam lay beside me, his head resting on a pillow, trying to sleep despite the pounding headache from his injury. Every few minutes, I would glance over at him, the gash on his forehead still stark against his pale skin. I couldn’t stop worrying.I leaned over, gently brushing his hair away from the wound. His eyelids fluttered open.“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.I shook my head, giving him a weak smile. “No. Too much on my mind.”Liam sighed, wincing slightly as he shifted on the couch. “We’ll figure it out, Ava. We’ll get out of here.”“I know,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. The villa, once so beautiful and serene, now felt like a prison. And every passing second, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching us—waiting.I stood up,
AVAThe sun filtered through the trees, casting pale golden light onto the ground where Liam and I had huddled for warmth. I blinked groggily, my body stiff from sleeping on the forest floor, but the moment I opened my eyes, the reality of where we were hit me like a punch to the gut. We had spent the night outside, hidden among the trees after barely escaping death. The memory of the fire, the smoke, the shadows by the car—it all came rushing back in a sickening wave.I turned my head, finding Liam still beside me, his breathing shallow but steady. The bandage I’d made for his head using a piece of my clothing was soaked with dried blood, his face pale and drawn. He looked fragile, vulnerable in a way that made my heart ache. Yet, even like this, he still tried to be the strong one.“Liam,” I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. “Wake up.”He groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering open, and for a moment, he looked confused—like he didn’t remember what had happened. Then, slowly, t
AVA The air was thick with tension as Liam and I moved cautiously down the road. Every step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of the past few hours was dragging us deeper into fear. The forest surrounding us was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that made my skin crawl. But after everything we'd been through, we were finally out of those woods. We just needed to make it a little farther. "We're almost there," Liam said, his voice strained from the pain. I could see the exhaustion in his face, the way his body trembled slightly with every step. "I know," I whispered, squeezing his hand as if my grip could hold us together, keep us safe. "Just a little more." The road stretched ahead of us, winding like a snake into the unknown. I glanced over my shoulder, the paranoia refusing to let go. It had been quiet for too long. Too easy. Suddenly, I saw them. Shadows moving on the edges of the forest, silent and deliberate. My heart lurched into my throat, my pulse racing in my e
AVA Bruised and shaken, we entered the house in silence. Liam’s steps were slow and uneven, his hand gingerly pressed against the bandage over his forehead. I felt the weight of everything we had gone through dragging on my shoulders, but I couldn’t show weakness now. Not when we were about to face the people who had contributed to our misery.I can’t believe we actually made it out of that hell alive. Oh God bless the man whom agreed to drive us all the way back home. We were completely stranded but he took our plight into consideration especially when he heard how we were almost killed on repeated occasions. As we reached the living room, Clara and Davies were seated, both of them rising to their feet in surprise when they saw us. Clara’s hand flew to her mouth. “What happened to you two?” she gasped, her eyes wide as they darted from Liam’s injury to my disheveled appearance. “Liam, your head… Ava, what did you do to him?” I blinked in disbelief at the accusation. Of cours
Isabella stood at the front door, her hands busy with a laundry basket, when the doorbell rang. She expected it to be the gardener, perhaps needing help with something. Instead, when she opened the door, a strange woman stood before her, holding a small boy by the hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what a a woman and a young boy were doing standing outside their house. “Who are you?” Isabella asked, her voice calm but guarded. “Are you really asking that? So Richard didn’t inform you about my arrival?” The lady—Cynthia asked, a disparaging smile seated on her lips. “Your arrival? How do you know my husband? Did you perhaps miss your way?” Isabella asked once more as she became more confused than ever. She gazed at the woman’s face intently, trying to decipher if she could recognize her as one of Richard’s extended family members but nothing rang a bell in her head. The woman smiled, almost triumphantly. “I’m Cynthia,” she said confidently. “I’m here to see R
Days Later Amelia was sitting in her room, staring blankly at the novel she had been trying to read for the past hour. The words blurred together as her mind wandered back to the tension that had filled the house since Cynthia and Jacob had moved in. Richard barely spoke to her or her mother anymore. All his attention was now on Cynthia and the boy he’d claimed as his son. Amelia could feel her anger simmering just beneath the surface. Cynthia’s constant belittling comments, her thinly veiled insults about how Amelia was “too pampered” or “had it too easy.” Richard, of course, said nothing, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the house. His attention was wholly devoted to Cynthia and Jacob, as if Amelia and her mother didn’t even exist. The shift was subtle at first, but it became undeniable when Cynthia began asking Amelia to do menial tasks. It started innocently—“Amelia, can you help Jacob with his homework?” or “Amelia, do you mind setting the table?”—but it quickly es
AVA It had been days since we returned from that cursed vacation. The villa was supposed to be a retreat, a place to unwind and reconnect, but it had nearly been our end. I could still feel the icy water swallowing me, the terror of sinking deeper, my lungs screaming for air. Every night, I jolted awake, heart pounding, the drowning feeling pulling me back into that nightmare. And every night, Liam was there—his arms strong around me, his voice a soothing lull, whispering, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. We’re safe.” I didn’t want to think about it anymore—about how Uncle John’s twisted plan had almost killed us. We were back, alive, and I needed to focus on that. "Liam?" I called, standing by the window, watching the sun rise slowly over the city skyline. The golden light felt like a promise of something better, something more. "What do you think about going out today? Just… us." He looked up from the bed where he had been buried in. His brow furrowed for a second, then softened