MIA'S POVI stepped into the room, and before I could see clearly, my eyes glanced around, taking in the scene unfolding on the couch. Immediately, I saw Tracy. I dropped the paper bag full of vegetables and beverages for the house. "Tracy, Tracy, Tracy, what's wrong?" I asked, as my eyes began to trace her body down to her big belly, until I sighted a liquor-stained cloth between her legs.“Your water broke!" I exclaimed in shock,"Tracy, is it time?" I asked, my eyes laced with fear. Then she muttered, "Yes, yes, I think it's time. I've been experiencing these pains since this morning. Please, let's go to the hospital," she whispered in a low tone.I didn't waste any more time speaking with her. I rushed back to pick up my bag, which I had dropped at the doorstep, shoved my hand into it, took out my phone, and dialed 911. After a few seconds, a feminine voice picked up, and I began to explain, "Please, we need your help; my sister's pregnancy is due today.” I spoke hastily on the
JULIET'S POV I'm trying to comfort myself as I wept uncontrollably. The trauma of being forcefully seduced still lingered in my mind, and I couldn't blame myself for breaking down."I'm so sorry, Mark. I tried, but he was too powerful," I whispered, holding my hands together and clenching my fists in anger. "I know how much you will be hurting if you hear what happened to me," I thought inwardly to myself, imagining Mark's reaction if he hears.But my tears didn't seem to be just about my pain. There was something more, something that troubled me deeply. "What's wrong with my body? I feel so weak," I asked, sensing that there was more to what happened to me."Yes, last night... Just as I looked at myself, my eyes red and puffy, I took a deep breath before speaking in a barely audible whisper. “I think he drugged me.” This wasn't an easy thing for me. I knew he couldn't have had his way through me just like that. Thinking about Alon sends shiver down my spine.Alas, one thing he wan
THERESA'S POV "I still find it difficult to believe Mark can come to my rescue," I thought, inwardly, as we both walked together towards the empty space by the right-hand side of Texas Best Cafeteria.The Bloom cafeteria is a spacious and well-lit dining vicinity, filled with the aroma of different freshly prepared foods. The walls are painted a warm, inviting color, and the floors are made of polished tile.“Wow!" Mark exclaimed in surprise when he sighted the beautiful pictures hung on the painted wall of the room.The room is filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of utensils on plates. The tables are covered with crisp, white tablecloths, adding a touch of elegance to the space.“They do have a beautiful view, but what about their food?" Mark teasingly asked, and I just responded with a quick smile.“He looks excited to be helping me to find Anabelle, after all the things that I've done to him while in the institution," I whispered inwardly to myself as I gaze
MARK'S POVI and Ethan arrived at the ceremony for Tracy, Mia's sister. The atmosphere was somber, with mourners dressed in black, their faces etched with grief. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Mia, and soon spotted her standing by the graveside. Her eyes were red from crying.“There she is," I muttered to Ethan.As we approached, Mia turned to face us, her expression a mix of sadness and gratitude.“Mr. Mark," MIA called, her voice low yet firm and pitiful.I hugged her tightly, offering what little comfort I could. “I'm so sorry, Mia,” I whispered into her ear. Ethan stood beside me, his eyes cast downward in respect for the occasion."Miss Mia, sorry this was a bad occasion to meet you. I'm sorry for your loss,” Ethan whispered in a low tone to Mia, and she edged a grateful smile on her face, although it was still swollen from continuous crying.The ceremony began, and the mourners fell silent, listening to the eulogies and prayers. My eyes wandered, taking in the sea of u
ALEX'S POVI walked into the airport, wearing a black hoodie that cast a shadow over my face. The hoodie was pulled up, partially concealing my features. I moved with a sense of purpose, my eyes scanning the area for any threat from Lorenzo or his men as I navigated through the crowded terminal. My heart beat faster than usual.The hoodie added a layer of anonymity to my appearance, allowing me to blend in with the surrounding crowd. As I stepped out of the airport, I waved down a passing cab and stopped one."Please take me to the nearest hotel," I said, trying to hide the fear from my voice.The cab driver replied, "Alright, the nearest hotel in London Docklands is about 35 kilometers from here.I responded, "I think that's better, since it's not far from the airport or the London hospital."I was making sure I could get to Olivia on time. She was my only hope, the only person who could clear my name of the murder case. I knew I didn't kill Diana Ross. My mind weighed heavily on thi
OLIVIA'S POV Beyond the start, the dream lives on; beyond the stars, the moon lives on; beyond the night, the day lives on. Even if Alex is here to use me for his purpose again, I'll still live on.”“My baby is what is important to me," I whispered to myself as I stood at the main entrance of the hospital waiting to receive Alex, whom I had spoken to and who promised to be there in a few minutes. My My heart still aches for the disturbing sound echoing at the receiving end when I spoke to him last night.“I'll kill you and your loved ones," the last uttered by a strange voice lingers on my soul, which sends a shiver down to my veins.If the men mean what they said, then I'm part of his loved ones that would be killed. “They might kill my princess even before I give birth to her,” I thought; my mind was etched with confusion.I was left with no better choice than to help his helpless life, a life he battered by himself with a so-called stripper.As I went deeper, the thoughts got the
MIA'S POV Taking my eyes off Angel has been one difficult task for me ever since I lost her mom. I kept my lovely gaze on Tracy's daughter on the bed, trying to lay her to sleep since morning. “Kiki," Angel's soft voice uttered,My heart aches every hour, every day, ever since Tracy left us for this world. “I know you are now far from us,” I raised my eyes upward. “Please, don't ever forget to watch over us, me and Angel." I spoke, facing the ceiling, like I'm facing the sky. I know she could hear me now, wherever she is, and I hope she'll do as I've requested."You will never go scot-free, Mr. George," I whispered, my mind blazing with fury as I reminisced how Tracy suffered before she died.As I recall, the only person involved in her death is Mr. George, who forced her into pregnancy and then got her killed.My mind reeled at the only possibility that could bring Mister George down.“The flash drive,” I whispered to myself, as I remembered I wanted to hand it over to Mr. Mark, b
THERESA'S POV "Well, thank goodness you're safe, my daughter," my dad said, his words cut short as he tried to give Annabelle a welcoming hug into his mansion"No, you can't fool me again," Annabelle said, her eyes blazing with anger. She had been waiting to express it for a while now, and now she had the opportunity to let the burning fire flame."Dad, I don't trust you," I spoke sternly as he tried to approach her again. Then, Annabelle raised her hands and hid behind me."Annabelle, why are you running away from me? I'm your father," he asked, trying to scare her. But I was there to defend her this time."Don't you dare scare her, Dad," I snapped into action, my eyes blazing with fury. "She's not your slave or your bitch; she's your daughter.""I'm your father," he reminded us, his voice laced with confusion. "Remember, I'm your father. After your mother left, I've been the one taking care of you, and I promised not to have another woman apart from your mother.” He spoke sternly,
JULIET'S POVI and Camara were tied up in chairs in the damp, dimly lit basement alongside Maria, who had been shot in the leg by George's ruthless hand.“Ahn," she groaned in pain.In the main sitting room, the sound of our labored breathing echoed through the cold, unforgiving space, devoid of any warmth or compassion."Call your dad and tell him to reveal where the diamond is," George demanded, his voice cold, menacing, and laced with sinister intent as he continued to torture us, taking great pleasure in our suffering and anguish.I was forced to call Diana Ross. When George shot Maria in the second leg again, “Ehhhh!" she groaned in pain, her eyes laced with tears streaming down her face, blood gushing out from her two legs.George sneered, "You'd better do that before you lose your friend." He handed me the phone, and I couldn't watch the horror again, so I called Diana Ross directly.After a few seconds, Diana picked up the call. "Diana, I need to speak with my dad. He's around
JULIET'S POV "I need you to confirm the identity of two men," I said to Mark in a low tone as we sat in a small room.Mark replied, "Okay, we're running the check now."I asked, "How are you doing?"Mark responded, "We're doing well. It's not going to be easy, but we're on it."I smiled, thinking, "I know it's not easy. In fact, I'm beginning to hate George more each day, but I'll remain calm until this is finished.After a few seconds, Khalid came up with the information. "Yeah, I found it. Both Walter and Caleb are part of George's associates. Recently, they visited George in London."I realized, "You're right, Khalid. I was in the mansion when they came to visit George. I overheard them discussing the multi-million-worth of diamonds that belong to my father."Khalid added, "They're into diamond mining, coal mining, prostitution, and illegal drugs, just like George. The only difference is that they keep a low profile and avoid anything related to law enforcement."Mark chimed in, "
GEORGE'S POVCaleb and Walter Reed were raging at the receiving end of my phone, their voices fixed on mine. I had promised them multi-million-worth of diamonds, but Jones had refused to tell me where the diamonds were being held, even before he escaped."Fuck it!" I muttered to myself, smashing my hand on my face. "Just give me some time, guys. Give me some time, and I'll still get the diamond for you.""It's high time you gave us the diamond. It's high time you returned our money to us. This isn't a joke anymore. We've given you enough time—more than three months—to get the diamond for us, and we've paid an advance payment of fifty percent each." Walter Reed's voice was laced with anger.Caleb added, "Who the fuck are you? Are you going to refund the money or give us the diamond? Whichever way, we need your answer right now."The atmosphere on the phone was blazing with rage, and I remained silent, unsure of what to say. Then, a crazy idea popped into my mind."I have some goods in
MARK'S POV We sat in the black van, waiting for the right moment as planned. The judge's men were supposed to take Juliet, Kamara, and Maria in, creating a proper situation. We waited until exactly 10:30 PM, and then I gave the signal.At 11:30 PM, I whispered urgently to Juliet, "It's time.Juliet nodded, and Khalid and I swiftly opened the van door. We stepped out, and I accompanied the three of them for about two blocks away from the main location.I hid behind a red car, allowing the three of them to walk together as planned. They played their roles, joking and chasing each other, making it look real.After a few seconds, some men pulled up beside them. I noticed Juliet trembling and fidgeting before they packed into the car. As the five of them stepped out, they immediately circled around the women.“Pretty ladies," they teased them simultaneously.One of the men pointed a gun at Maria, now Deleila, and another grabbed Camara's hand. The other two grabbed Juliet, holding her at
JULIET'S POV A longtime friend and skilled expert in disguise, Khalid worked his magic on Juliet, transforming her into a completely new person. Her features were altered, and her appearance was changed, making it impossible to recognize her as Juliet.Her hair was now a darker shade, and her eyes were a different color. She looked confident and determined, ready to take on a new role."Wow, Khalid, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, amazed at the transformation. "She looks completely different now. You're the best!"Khalid smiled proudly. "I've been working on this technique for months. It's going to be a game-changer for our future operations."I gave Juliet a new identity, "Elena," and with that, she was reborn. Khalid performed the same transformation on Camara, who was now known as "Margaret," and Maria, the lady sent by Mr. Carvin, who was renamed "Deleila."All three of them were disguised with new, designed faces and dressed up in small white tops, short skirts, and black shoes.
MARK'S POV "Now that my dad and your mom are safe, I think it's time to execute our plan," I said to Juliet as she sat before me."I have an idea," Juliet said, turning to me. "If we're finding it difficult to nail Mr. George, then I think the only solution is to use his own tactics against him."Her explanation was laced with confusion, and I remained silent, trying to understand what she meant."Juliet, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to clarify."What I'm trying to say is that we need to use his own weapon against him." Why don't we turn his own game back on him?" Juliet asked, her eyes sparkling with determination.I was still confused, and Juliet could see it. She smiled, stood up, and walked towards the mini-bar. She poured herself a glass of red wine and handed me another."What I mean, Mark, is that what if I become one of his subjects? After all, he's still in the business of prostitution and exploiting young women. Why don't I use that opportunity to get close to him?" J
DIANA’S POVAs we arrived at the Sin City warehouse, I couldn't help but reminisce about the building's notorious experience I had and the intricate construction that made it a formidable fortress. The walls seemed to whisper tales of the illicit activities that had taken place within its confines. We cautiously made our way inside, our guns at the ready."Stay alert," I whispered to my team, my eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. "We don't know what we're up against."Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire. Jenkins and his men had ambushed us, and we found ourselves in the midst of a fierce battle. Bullets whizzed past my head, and I ducked behind a nearby crate, returning fire with precision."Take cover!" I yelled to my team as we struggled to gain the upper hand.The gunfight raged on for what felt like an eternity, the sound of gunfire and screams filling the air. But we refused to back down, determined to bring Jenkins to justice.Finally, after what felt
GEORGE'S POVThe club, once a haven for my illicit dealings, had suddenly transformed into a cauldron of rage and betrayal. The air was thick with tension as I received the news from Anderson that those ordered to kill my wife are dead; the operation hadn't been successful. Claire was still alive, despite all the plans I had made.I sprang into anger as Anderson and Gerard stood before me. My face turned beet red with rage as I slammed my cup to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The sound echoed through the club, making everyone's head turn. My eyes blazed with fury as I glared at Anderson and Gerard, demanding to know how they had been alerted to leave the hospital before they arrived."How did they know?" I spat, my voice venomous. "You two were the only ones who knew about the plan. Who talked"? I asked again.The two men stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. Then, Anderson, trying to compose himself, finally spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Sir,
JULIET'S POV "Juliet, have you called the person you wanted to inform about my mom's safety?" Mark's trembling voice asked as he sat down on the sofa in front of me."I will try to call her right now and check," I responded, as I fixed my gaze directly at him.Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "She's a female, Mark," I added.Mark's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise."Diana Ross," I declared, and Mark's mouth dropped open in shock."You mean Diana Ross was the one you contacted?" Mark's question hung in the air.I smiled, picked up my phone, and dialed Diana's number. "Mark, I didn't become a gang leader for fun. I have many connections and contacts you've never thought of."As I waited for Diana to pick up the call. At first, she didn't answer, but on the second try, she picked up but hung up."I hope Diana was able to save her." I asked, my mind racing with worry.If Mrs. Claire were to be killed, Mark would lose everything, leaving o