Chapter 173Brandon stared at him confused and then turned to Hannah. “What dress?” he asked “Oh, she didn’t tell you about the dress she saw in her bedroom, I’m sure she thought you got it for her.Well, I did and then asked someone to drop it off at her bedroom,” Wilson said and Hannah opened her mouth and tried speaking but she just couldn’t utter any word at that moment.She felt speechless at what this man had done, didn’t he have any shame at all?, she thought, staring at him.Brandon tightened his fist while staring at the man in front of him.“You have a good eye when it comes to women. You are just like me, his father’s son. Damn! Your wife is so pretty. She’s just like your mom, Camilla….” Wilson paused and turned around scrutinizing the wholehouse.“Speaking of Camilla, where is she? I heard she changed her name to Arianna Mackenzie or whatever. Oh, she went to Sandra’s house to drop off the kids. Damn, Brandon has anyone ever told you, those octuplets are so cute” Wils
“You can do nothing. You touch a hair on anyone’s head in this family, you're gonna regret the day you became my father” Brandon said and Wilson laughed. “I already regret being your father, you coward. Because you are a bastard. I’m sure your mother regrets the day she gave birth to you. She wished you had died…” Wilson said as he stared at Brandon who was looking so furious and just then Brandon punched him on his face.Wilson laughed and touched the face he had just punched him on.“Yes, go on, get angry like the coward that you are” he yelled, and then Arianna gave him a dirty slap on his face.“You are a coward, you do not deserve to be called a father, you sick asshole,” she said and he glanced at her with no expression on his face.“I’m gonna sure kill you, Camilla, you don’t know who you are messing with, you would regret hitting me. And as for you Brandon, just so you know, I’m still the chairman of the board, I can easily sack you and your pretty COO from the company, whic
“Follow the cars now!” Stone yelled on the phone and they both entered the car, switched on the ignition and followed the four black jeeps at once.The moment they followed the four black jeeps, two black jeeps drove out of the compound, The octuplets Sandra and some bodyguards were in both cars. They knew they were being watched, and that a car was parked outside the compound, they had to distract them so they could leave without anyone noticing. Meanwhile, John and Steven who had followed the four black jeeps noticed the cars suddenly parked in front of the hotel and different men in suits climbed down from the car and walked inside the hotel. It was then it dawned on them that the octuplets weren't in the car, they were being distracted. “Fuck Shit!!!” they muttered at once. They decided to go back to the house and check if the octuplets were still there.They turned back and drove back to the mansion, they burst the gate and entered the house, the octuplets nor Sandra were t
“Assemble all the maids, the chauffeur, the gardener, and everyone that works at this house,” Brandon said to Alex who nodded in response before rushing to call all the workers. It wasn’t long before all the workers had assembled. They were a total of 20 in numbers. “What are you trying to do?” Micheal asked.“I think one of them is acting as a spy for my father,” Brandon said in response and then moved toward them and stood in front of them. “I’m going to ask you guys a few questions and I want the truth, or else I’m going to punish you all for it, and you would all lose your jobs,” Brandon said and they all nodded with their heads bowed while shivering. They were all scared for their life. “Who is giving my father information about everything that is going on in this house?” Brandon asked and they all kept quiet. Brandon stared at them for a few seconds waiting for them to speak but they didn’t. He wasn’t expecting them to speak either. He hates what he is about to do now.“Mrs
“No! No! No!!, you can’t turn yourself over to him. You won’t do that. I have got this all figured out, I just need a little more time” Brandon said as he brought out his phone and quickly dialed Liam’s number.He walked away from Hannah and Arianna immediately Liam answered the phone call.“What did you find Liam? I hope it’s something that can help stop him” Brandon said and he heard Liam sigh.“You won’t believe what I found, Brandon” Liam said and he raised his eyebrows wondering what he had found.“Your father has another family in Mexico. He has a wife, two daughters, and a little boy” Liam said and Brandon became numb at what he just heard. His father left them only to start a family in another place, he thought, and just then he saw Jessica climbing down the stairs with Matthew beside her. He wondered how she would feel when she found out their father had another family elsewhere.“Are you there, Brandon?” Liam asked when he didn’t hear any more sound.“Yeah, of course I am
Meanwhile, Wilson is seen in his hotel roomWaiting for Stone to call him that the job has been done, that Sandra is dead and he has the octuplets.Just then he heard a knock on his door.“Come in,” he said and Stone walked in with John and Steven.“Jefe (Boss)” they all echoed at once and with a sad and fearful look on their face and bowed their heads.Wilson wondered why they had that look on their faces, it was then it dawned on him that they failed. Whenever he sends them on errands and they do it successfully, they always come back looking cheerful. When they fail, they would always look so sad and scared and that was the look they had on. Which means only one thing, they failed. The look on Wilson’s face became an angry one. How could they fail him, this was his chance to get back on Brandon and Arianna for challenging him.“¿Cómo pudieron fallarme y dejarlos escapar? (How could you guys fail me and let them escape? ) “ he yelled and they all felt cold shivers run down their
A black car screeched to a halt in front of a house. Arianna was pulled out of the car and dragged inside the house.They dragged her into a room with just a bed and a wardrobe, and threw her on the bed. She winced in pain and sat up properly on the bed, giving the guys who had brought her In, a deadly look.She was gonna make sure she torture them the moment she got out of this place, she thought angrily.Just then the Devil she’s been expecting walked in. Wilson.“Hello Ex wife” Wilson muttered with a smile on his face. She shot him a killing look.Wilson sighed and turned to his men, asking them to excuse him and they nodded in response before walking out of the room.He locked the door behind him and then turned to Arianna who had now stood up from the bed.“Where is the child? You already have me now let the child go” Arianna said and Wilson hummed and took a step towards her while she took a step backward.He brought out his phone and dialed a number and then ended it, just then
Chapter 180Hannah had just woken up and had gone to her kid's room, they were still asleep. She sighed softly as she watched them. She was glad they were safe, she just couldn’t wait for all this to be over and for everything to return to the way they were.She walked out of their room, closed the door behind her, and decided to go check on Arianna. The moment she got close to Arianna’s room, she saw Micheal sitting by the door. “Hey,” she muttered and Micheal raised his head and saw Hannah staring at him with a smile on her face. “Hey,” Micheal muttered in response.“You slept here?” Hannah asked and sighed and nodded. Hannah had never met anyone as loyal as Micheal. He was so loyal to her and would do anything to protect her. Hannah smiled and was about to walk inside her room when Micheal told her that Arianna had gone downstairs to get water. The moment Micheal said that to Hannah, he paused for some seconds. Arianna had gone downstairs to get water and it’s been up to an ho
Lucas had left the room to make some calls, leaving Hannah and Teresa alone in the dimly lit space. The air between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, with grief and frustration too heavy to voice.Teresa watched Hannah closely. She looked hollow—her eyes distant, her shoulders sagging under a weight no one could carry for her.“You okay?” Teresa finally asked.Hannah blinked and turned her head, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah.”Teresa hummed in response, clearly unconvinced. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced ease. Smoke curled in the air between them.“Do you smoke?” she asked, offering one toward Hannah.Hannah shook her head. “No. I never have.”Teresa chuckled, taking a long drag before exhaling. “Figures.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the silence of two women who understood each other—different, yet bound by shared pain.“My mother-in-law used to hate me too,” Teresa murmured suddenly, he
Teresa sat in the back of a dimly lit bar, the scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey thick in the air. The place was quiet, the kind of underground haunt where no one asked questions, where secrets were currency, and where a person could disappear if they weren’t careful.She checked the time on her phone. Her contact was late.Across the table, Hannah fidgeted with the glass of water in front of her, her expression distant, lost in thoughts she wasn’t ready to speak out loud. Lucas sat beside her, his gaze locked on the entrance, his tension palpable.When the door finally creaked open, Teresa’s eyes narrowed as a tall, wiry man entered, his leather jacket scuffed and his face shadowed with stubble. He scanned the room before spotting her and sauntering over.“You’re late, Marco,” Teresa said, her voice edged with impatience.The man—Marco Ruiz—grinned as he slid into the seat across from her. “Good to see you too, Provenzano. You know how it is—hard to stay alive in this busines
Hannah stood in the dimly lit warehouse, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. The stale scent of dust and oil filled the air, mingling with the cold fear settling deep in her stomach. The warehouse was one of many they had searched in the last twenty-four hours, but this one felt different. The moment she stepped inside, a weird sensation crawled over her skin, like a presence lingering just out of sight.Lucas moved beside her, scanning the rows of crates stacked high against the walls. His jaw was tight, his frustration barely concealed beneath his calm exterior. Teresa stood a few steps ahead, gun in hand, her eyes sharp as she surveyed their surroundings. They had all hoped—desperately—that this search would yield something more than dead ends and half-truths. But as the minutes ticked by, that hope was slipping.Brandon had vanished without a trace.Every lead they had followed led to nothing. Every whisper, every clue, every trail had been a carefully crafted illus
The night was thick with silence, the kind that felt like a living, breathing thing, pressing in on them as they stood at the edge of the abandoned docks. The stench of salt and rust filled the air, mixing with something darker—the unmistakable scent of blood.Teresa’s fingers curled around the handle of her gun as she scanned the area, her pulse drumming hard against her ribs. Her father was dead. That chapter of her life was over. But this? This wasn’t over. Not until she had him.Not until she had Brandon and brought him back to his family.“We should’ve heard something by now,” Hannah whispered, her voice tight with restrained panic.Teresa didn’t answer. She was thinking the same thing.The lead had been solid. Brandon had been held here—multiple sources confirmed it. The docks had been his prison. But as they stood here, surrounded by crates and shadows, the truth settled like ice in her veins.Brandon wasn’t here.And the blood on the floor was still fresh.Teresa crouched do
Teresa barely had a second to react before the door to her office swung open. The moment her eyes landed on the man standing there, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her father.Bernardo Provenzano. The man she had once idolized. The man she had spent her entire life trying to please.And now, the man she had just betrayed.He stepped inside with a slow, deliberate pace, shutting the door behind him. The soft click of the lock sent her heart into overdrive.“Oh, my little princess,” he murmured, his voice filled with mock tenderness. But his eyes… they were filled with nothing but hatred.Teresa’s hands gripped the arms of her chair, knuckles turning white. Fear slithered through her veins, but she refused to let it show.“How disappointing,” he continued, shaking his head as if she were a child who had misbehaved. “I thought you were different. Better. Not like your mother.”Teresa inhaled sharply.His mother.For years, she had believed the lie—that her mother had been killed by a r
The beeping of machines was the only sound filling the hospital room. Jessica lay on the hospital bed, her skin deathly pale, her chest barely rising under the weight of the oxygen mask secured over her face. Wires and tubes connected her to the machines, keeping her alive, but just barely.Hannah stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. The doctor’s words still rang in her ears, cutting deeper than any wound ever could.“She has a five percent chance of survival,” the doctor had said, his voice clinical, detached. “She lost too much blood, and the delay in medical care worsened her condition. We’re doing everything we can, but you need to prepare for the worst.”The worst.Hannah clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. This was her fault. If she hadn’t suggested they escape… if she had just listened, just stayed put, Jessica wouldn’t be lying here, fighting for her life.And Brandon…A fresh wave of pain hit her. He was gone. Taken. She had watched him surrender himsel
The river had given them a chance, but it hadn’t given them freedom.Brandon collapsed onto the muddy shore, gasping for air. His limbs ached from the relentless current, but he didn’t have time to recover. Jessica.Lucas dragged her up the embankment, his breathing ragged. She was completely unconscious now, her body limp in his arms. The river had sapped whatever strength she had left. Her wound was bad—too bad. If they didn’t get her help soon…No. He couldn’t think like that.“Teresa,” Brandon barked, snapping back into survival mode. “Where’s the nearest hospital?”Teresa, still soaking wet, flipped open her laptop with shaking hands. Water dripped onto the screen, but she didn’t stop. “There’s one about six miles south,” she said breathlessly. “But there’s a problem.”Brandon exhaled sharply. “There’s always a problem.”Teresa gave him a grim look. “Bernardo’s men will have every major road blocked. They’re already watching the airspace. If we head to that hospital, they’ll find
The cave was damp and cold, the scent of moss and river water clinging to the air. Shadows stretched across the rocky walls, their flickering shapes cast by the distant glow of searchlights cutting through the trees outside. They had barely made it out alive.But they weren’t safe.Brandon pressed his back against the jagged rock, listening. Boots crunched against gravel just beyond the entrance. The soldiers were closing in. They had minutes—maybe seconds—before the cave was compromised.Lucas sat against the far wall, pressing his hand against Jessica’s wound. She was slipping fast, her skin pale, her lips trembling.“I can stop the bleeding, but not for long,” Teresa said, her voice tight with urgency. “But she needs real help, Brandon.”Brandon looked at Jessica’s barely conscious form, then at Hannah, who was up beside Teresa, shaking from the cold,she looked so pale. He had promised to protect her. He had promised to protect all of them.He clenched his fists. Promises meant not
The night was supposed to be theirs. They had escaped, survived impossible odds, and left Bernardo bleeding on the cold ground. But fate had other plans.They wondered how come he was alive. They had witnessed him go on his knees, blood all over him.The deafening roar of helicopter blades grew louder, sending shockwaves through Brandon’s chest. The floodlights cut through the dense trees, slicing through the shadows that had once been their cover. The tracker beneath the seat blinked like a taunting heartbeat—steady, unrelenting, and damning.Teresa’s fingers flew over her laptop, her breath ragged. “I need time,” she muttered, panic lacing her voice.“We don’t have time,” Lucas growled, yanking a rifle from the back. “They’re here.”Jessica shifted, barely conscious, her breathing uneven. Hannah took a deep breathe while having a second thoughts.Maybe she should just surrender herself to Bernardo and all this would be over. But Brandon here would rather die than watch her go back