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Hannah and Brandon were about to leave the house when the door burst open revealing Jessica, holding a lot of shopping bags.She had gone shopping with her friends and they made her buy a lot of things. In as much as she was still angry at the octuplets. She still bought them something. It was some set of clothes she saw, they looked so beautiful and classy that she couldn’t take her eyes off them. She had to buy them.“Where are you guys going in a haste?” Jessica asked but no one answered her. She wondered what was wrong because Hannah was looking so tense. Just then she saw the Butler, Alexander. The butler was about to go back inside when he saw Jessica but then Jessica called his name making him stop. She dropped her shopping bags on the floor and walked towards him.“Alex,” she called and Alex turned to her.“I know we had our past but I believe it would be best if we put everything behind us and just be friends. Please “ Jessica said and Alex hummed. “We do not need to avoid e
Meanwhile, Rhoda is seen walking out of the bathroom with her towel tied around her chest. She had sent Jayden’s and Brandon’s hair samples to the lab already. They had told her the result would be out the next day, she had paid a lot of fees and told them she needed it to be out the next day. She met Jones Putting on his clothes. “I have to go now, I just got a call for a job. And my wife needs me now” Jones said and Rhoda nodded in response. “I sent your payment to your account, I’ll call you whenever I need you,” Rhoda said and Jones nodded as he moved towards her, and kissed her before walking out of the house.He hopped inside the car and zoomed off. Rhoda sighed softly and sat on the bed while she opened the drawer to her bed. She then brought out a gun from it. She cleaned the gun and stared at it with a lot of thoughts going through her mind. She was going to wait for the DNA test result to be out tomorrow before she carries out her plan. If the DNA proves Jayden is both
“That might not be his real name but that’s the name he told us” Audrey added and Hannah nodded in response.“You all should rest, I’ll ask the maid to prepare something for you guys, you don’t have to worry, I will find Jayden, alright,” Hannah said and the kids nodded in response.“Brandon asked the Butler to dismiss all the house help. I will help them prepare something, “ Jessica said and Hannah nodded in response and muttered a thank you before walking out of the children's room to the living room.She found out Brandon was no longer there, she decided to call him and he said he was coming. Not quite long, Brandon arrived and Hannah stared at him for some seconds before speaking. “It’s Jayden, he’s missing. I think someone else took him. And the kids said the person who took him goes by the name Jones” Hannah said “We can’t just go out there and start searching for someone with the name Jones. There are a lot of people who go by the name Jones” Brandon said “What do we do now?
He climbed out of the car and then walked inside the sitting room when he suddenly heard a scream.It was a child’s voice. “Rhoda,” he called and there was no answer. He decided to go check Rhoda’s room upstairs when he suddenly saw her coming out of a room and then she locked the door.When Rhoda saw Liam, at first she paused because she was frightened. She quickly maintained an innocent look.“I thought you had left, what are you still doing here?” she asked as she walked past Liam to her room. “I had forgotten some of the files, and I heard a scream. What's in that room or rather who's in that room?” Liam asked but Rhoda didn't say a word.“Rhoda, that sounds like a child’s voice, who the hell is in that room, did you kidnap.......” Liam paused and Rhoda turned to him. “Jesus Christ, Rhoda, did you kidnap Hannah’s son? “ You were the one all this time,” Liam said with shock in his eyes. He just couldn't believe it. “I didn't mean to hurt the child, I only hit him a bit in the he
Chapter 91Hannah had woken up in the middle of the night as she couldn't sleep. She kept on thinking about her son and at that moment nothing else mattered to her than her son being found. “What if he's hurt and he's hungry too? I can't imagine him getting hurt and what if he's dead? No, it can't be” she kept on thinking about it. She had walked out of her room and had wanted to go out of the house to look for her son at midnight but then she saw Brandon, Liam, and Michael discussing and making calls. This means they haven't slept too and they would not let her leave the house. Brandon had seen Hannah from downstairs and then went to meet her upstairs. “What's wrong? Why are you still awake? You should be resting” Brandon said “I don't know how you do this by acting strong, I can't sleep knowing my son is out here probably hurt or something. I'm not as strong as you are.Let's just call the police so they can search for him and find him, please” Hannah said in fear. “We cannot i
Chapter 92“Anyone home?!” she yelled but there was no response. She scrutinized the living room, trying to see if they would find anything but she didn't. She decided to go upstairs to check. She climbed upstairs and she saw the door to the first room was wide open. She decided to check what was in the room.She moved away from the corner and walked inside the room. Immediately she walked inside the room she saw a figure lying on the ground with blood all over. “Christ!” she yelled and then quickly covered her mouth when she recognized the body on the ground. It was Rhoda, she's dead. Fear gripped Hannah immediately. “Oh my goodness!” she muttered as she felt tears slip down her cheeks. She walked out of the room shivering in fear and brought out her phone to call Brandon but then she suddenly paused when she heard a sound or rather a voice of a child. She became silent thinking she would hear the sound again and luckily, she heard the sound again. She noticed it was coming fro
Chapter 93“We need to talk, Hannah, we need to talk about what happened to Rhoda and how the hell did you get there?” Brandon said and Hannah nodded in response. “What happened? Did you kill Rhoda?” Brandon asked “What? Why would you think I would do such” Hannah asked “I don’t know what to believe Hannah, what happened?” Brandon asked “I received a text this morning from a strange number to come to a house and the address was sent, I was asked to come alone, or else I would see my son's dead body. I couldn’t risk it, I had to go alone” Hannah paused and brought out her phone and showed Brandon the text message which he read. He stared at the phone number and noticed it was Rhoda’s contact. He brought out his phone to confirm which he did. “I had gotten to the house and everywhere was so silent, when I got in I met Rhoda’s dead body lying on the ground. And Jayden was in the next room with……..” she paused. She didn’t want to tell Brandon she had seen a gun in Jayden’s hands whi
Chapter 94Hannah is seen in the living room sitting on the couch staring at Brandon who was on a phone call at the other side of the room. Jessica had taken Jayden upstairs to his room.So, she was behind all this all this time, Damn. How could she be so heartless? What have I ever done to offend her, I swear to God I will make her pay for everything she did. She wanted me dead. God!, Hannah thought as tears gathered in her eyes.On the other hand, she began to wonder who had killed Rhoda. She felt her head aching so bad, she closed her eyes trying to rest her head.“Liam, come to the green room (Study room)” Brandon who was done answering the phone call said and Liam nodded in response. Immediately they got to the study room, Brandon turned to Liam.“Do you think she did it? Do you think she killed Rhoda” Brandon asked “Sir, I’m not sure what to think anymore. Hannah hated Rhoda” Liam said and Brandon sighed softly. “What do you think sir? Do you think she’s capable of such?” Lia
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