Chapter 117Brandon’s car screeched to a halt in front of his company. Brandon alighted the car and gave the key to his security to park the car in the parking lot. He walked inside the company and went straight to his office. Immediately he entered his office, he dropped his phone and removed his suit jacket which he hung on his chair and then sat down. He hadn’t seen Liam since he arrived, he wondered where he had gone. He heard a knock on the door, the door opened and Brandon’s secretary walked in holding some files in his hands. “Sir, I need you to sign these papers,” he said and Brandon asked him to drop the Papers on the table. “Where’s Liam?” He asked “He had gone to meet up with Mr Holland to make the contract official,” he said and Brandon muttered an oh. He remembered asking Liam to meet up with Holland instead of him and Hannah.Just then the door opened revealing Micheal Addams.“I’ll send it for you when I’m done signing the papers,” Brandon said to his secretary w
Chapter 118“Can’t you see he’s bleeding? You are going to kill him” Hannah yelled “He deserves to die, “ Brandon said in response.“Leave now, Liam. Just go somewhere else and clean up” Hannah said and Liam stood up at once and walked out of the office locking the door behind him. Hannah let go of Brandon while staring at him, wondering what had happened between the both of them.She had left home early and dropped the kids at school, only to come to the office to see the CEO pouncing on his PA, weird, she thought.She had just arrived when she heard noises coming from Brandon’s office and decided to see what was happening.“What came over you? You were going to kill him if I hadn’t come here in time. What the hell were you thinking?” Hannah asked with a look of surprise on her face. She knows Liam and Brandon have a brother kind of relationship even if they are not related by blood. They were family and she knew how much Brandon cherished Liam, so now she wondered what happened b
Chapter 119She felt the whole world come crashing down on her. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.She felt tears gathered In her eyes. She pushed back the tears and went back to the dining room. She sat on the chair picking on her food when suddenly she saw Jeff and his mom join her. “Are you alright?” Jeff asked and Jessica nodded in response. She checked her phone and then stood up. “I will be on my way now, I promised my mom I would come home in time,” she said as she stood up. “Sure, I will see you to the door,” Jeff said and also stood up. “It was nice meeting you Jessica, I cannot wait for you to become part of this family,” Rosa said and smiled. Jessica smiled at her in return before walking out of the house.She entered her car and ignited the engine. She zoomed off at once. She got to a place and parked her car on the side of the road. She closed her eyes and let the tears that were in her eyes flow freely. She’s never felt this hurt in her entire life. Whe
Chapter 120Arianna quickly stood up and rushed towards him. “We have a problem, Brandon” Arianna paused as she noticed the look on Brandon’s face.“What’s wrong?” Arianna asked as she noticed the sad look on Brandon’s face with a mixture of anger and disappointment.“Liam was the one who killed Rhoda,” Brandon said and Arianna stared at him in shock. “What? Where is he now?” Arianna asked “He’s in jail,” Brandon said sadly. He loved Liam so much like they were brothers even though they were not related by blood. And what he had done had broken him.“I’m so sorry, Brandon,” Arianna said and he nodded. “It’s nothing, I’ll be in my study room,” he said and with that, he walked away. Brandon was already feeling angry, if she had told him about Jeff dating Jessica, it would have gotten him angry more.She moved to the couch in the sitting roomAnd sat on it, deep thoughts going through her mind. She was thinking about Jessica and how hurt she would feel when she found out about everyt
Arianna is seen climbing down the stairs. She was with the kids in their room when she heard noises and decided to come see what was going on. “What’s going on?” Arianna asked and both Hannah, Brandon, and Jessica turned to Arianna. “Jessica, you are back. I have been trying to call you” Arianna said as her eyes came in contact with Jessica. “You should ask your daughter what she’s been doing with Jeff Mikealson,” Brandon said and stared at them without saying a word and then walked away. “Honey, what happened? What are you doing with Jeff Mickelson? I know you went to his house today” Arianna said and Jessica scoffed “How did you know I was with him at his house? You had me followed?! When I thought today could get any better” Jessica said and sighed softly “Jessica, you don’t have to do what Brandon says. I know Jeff is a monster and he might have hurt you, but you do not have to marry him” Hannah said and tears slipped down Jessica's eyes. “No, He hurt my feelings, all this t
Hannah sighed softly and walked out of the study room leaving Jessica and Brandon all alone. Their mind was already made up and there was nothing she could do about it.It wasn’t like she had a soft spot towards Jeff because he deserved whatever was coming for him, but instead, all she could think about was Jeff's Son, David. David was still a child, if Jeff went down, his child was gonna suffer. He’s still a kid and doesn’t deserve such. She just wished David was not Jeff’s child and was hers. Jeff doesn’t care about his child, because if he did, he wouldn’t do whatever he was thinking about.She sighed as she climbed down the stairs. Micheal was about to leave. “I will be on my way, Hannah,” Micheal said and Hannah smiled. “It was nice seeing you today,” Hannah said and Micheal nodded in response, before opening the door and walked out of the house.A few minutes after he walked out, the door opened again, and then the Devil in black walked in, dragging a luggage inside the hou
“No, Alright, No!” Hannah said and tried pushing Brandon away when her towel suddenly loosened and fell from her chest leaving her naked in front of Brandon. Brandon felt his heartbeat increase and his manhood became so hard as a rock as he stared at the petite woman who was now naked in front of her. She looked so beautiful, he thought as he was lost staring at her collar bone, down to her succulent breast, down to her flat tummy. He felt he was losing control at that moment.He quickly turned and looked away.“I’m sorry, I…. I… I am sorry” he said, still looking away. Hannah, who felt so shy and angry at the same time, quickly picked up the towel and wrapped it around her chest and then took her clothes. She walked inside the bathroom and quickly put on her clothes, when she came out of the bathroom, Brandon Was already gone. She sighed softly and sat on the bed, that bastard, she was sure going to kill Brandon when next she saw him, she thought as she felt so nervous, her hear
She kept trying to help him stand up and all of a sudden, she fell on top of him and their lips came in contact. Brandon became silent as he stared at her beautiful face. It was like all the pain he felt had disappeared, it was then Hannah realized he’d been pretending all along like he was in a deep pain.Hannah quickly stood up and stared at Brandon, not knowing what to say. “I know you are pretending to be In pain,” Hannah said angrily, hands akimbo and Brandon sighed and stood up. “Okay now you’ve caught me, I wasn’t pretending though, my chest hurts,” Brandon said as he stood up and then moved a bit toward Hannah. He took her hands and placed them on the left side of his chest, where the heart is located. Hannah could feel his heart beating. She stared at his face as she felt a strange feeling running through her veins. Her eyes moved to his lips and then to his Adam’s Apple, it was then she realized how handsome and breathtaking the man standing in front of him was.“Hanna
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