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Rosa is seen in her sitting room watching the news while she nurses her swollen face. She had a smile on her face. Now the press are after Hannah, she would see how she would survive or even leave the house, Rosa thought as she smiled. She had humiliated her today, this is what she gets in return for messing up with her.Meanwhile, Jeff's car had screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. He had heard what had happened to Elizabeth and decided to pay her a visit. Elizabeth was the key to everything, she was the key to finding out who his biological father was. He walked inside the hospital and went to her ward. There he met her lying on the bed with her face bandaged. It was just her in the room and no one else was with her. “Elizabeth” he called and She turned in his direction. “Oh my goodness! What happened to you” Jeff asked as he sat beside her. He didn’t know it was this serious.“Oh my god! I can arrange for a better hospital and a doctor, so you can go abroad and receive
Chapter 151“Jeff please don’t do this to me, I am still your mother” Rosa cried out. Jeff stared at her without saying a word and was about to walk away when he saw David climbing down the stairs. “Grandma” the little boy called out as he walked to Rosa. He had heard her voice from his room and decided to come to check what was going on. “Grandma, why are you crying?” David asked as he hugged Rosa who was in tears.“Grandma please talk to me” David cried Jeff stood and watched the scene, for the first time in many years he felt his heart melt the moment he saw David cry. “David go back to your room,” Jeff said and David stared at the man who called himself his father. David stood there, refusing to leave his grandma. “I said go back to your room! Now!” he yelled and the scared little child nodded his head and then proceeded to his room. Jeff turned to Rosa and moved towards her. “I'm only letting you stay here because of David. He's your savior for today, he won't be able to sa
It was morning and Hannah had made sure she woke up early and got the kids dressed up for school.Hannah made sure they were properly dressed and had eaten before asking the chauffeur to drop them off at school and made sure they were in class before he left.She would have gone to drop them off herself, but with the paparazzi everywhere, she just cannot because if they see her with the octuplets, they might start asking some stupid questions and may even interview her kids. She wasn’t in for that.She had noticed when she woke up that none of the maids were at the house, she wondered where they went, she thought as she cleared the dining table.Just then she saw Alex, climbing down the stairs. “Good morning Mrs Colby” Alex greeted“Good morning Alex. Where are all the maids?” Hannah asked while still clearing the table.“Mr Brandon asked them to go on a leave. Is there anything you wanted them to do, I would be able to do it Ma'am” Alex said and Hannah smiled at him.“No, nothing. I
It was morning and Hannah had made sure she woke up early and got the kids dressed up for school.Hannah made sure they were properly dressed and had eaten before asking the chauffeur to drop them off at school and made sure they were in class before he left.She would have gone to drop them off herself, but with the paparazzi everywhere, she just cannot because if they see her with the octuplets, they might start asking some stupid questions and may even interview her kids. She wasn’t in for that.She had noticed when she woke up that none of the maids were at the house, she wondered where they went, she thought as she cleared the dining table.Just then she saw Alex, climbing down the stairs. “Good morning Mrs Colby” Alex greeted“Good morning Alex. Where are all the maids?” Hannah asked while still clearing the table.“Mr Brandon asked them to go on a leave. Is there anything you wanted them to do, I would be able to do it Ma'am” Alex said and Hannah smiled at him.“No, nothing. I
Brandon stood there not knowing what to say. The woman misunderstood the whole issue. He sighed softly and went upstairs to his room to change his clothes. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jessica and Arianna had just gotten to the hospital and went to Elizabeth’s ward. Luckily, Robert wasn’t there. Arianna didn’t want to see Elizabeth but she just tagged along with her daughter. She stood by the door while she watched Jessica move towards Elizabeth and sit beside her on the bed.“Grandma” Jessica called and Elizabeth turned to her, she looked so happy and also surprised to see her. “How are you feeling now grandma?” Jessica asked and Elizabeth sighed softly and smiled. “I’m fine” she spoke and Jessica felt surprised.Elizabeth was able to speak well now, although her voice wasn’t that clear yet. “Oh my goodness! Grandma, you can now speak” Jessica muttered looking so happy. “Thank God the bitch can now speak” Arianna rolled her eyes as she heaved a sigh of relief. Jessica smiled,
“Yes,” Brandon said as he shut his eyes. “Oh my goodness! Is it because of the food you ate?” Hannah asked, looking so worried not knowing what to do. “The food was too spicy” Brandon managed to speak out.“No one forced you to eat the food, you could have just rejected it when you first tasted it, but still you continued eating it, even when you knew you had a weak stomach,” Hannah said and Brandon opened his eyes and frowned. “I'm dying and you are arguing with me?” Brandon said and Hannah quickly rushed to her wardrobe to get a drug she'd bought for herself some time ago. It was a painkiller. She believes it would stop the pain, if it doesn't, she doesn't know what else to do.“Here, you should have this, it’s going to quench the pain,” Hannah said as she poured out a glass of water and then gave two pills to Brandon. He quickly took the pills and drank the water. Brandon rested his back against the couch and closed his eyes.“The pain will go away soon,” Hannah said as she wen
She opened the door and walked inside the room. Now she’s back in the room, she didn’t want anyone to think she was running away from Brandon. She stared at the man who was asleep on the bed, she sighed and went to sit on the couch, and she leaned her back against the couch.The couch was a small one and she felt so uncomfortable on it, she just didn’t have any choice but to sleep on it. She can’t imagine herself sleeping on the same bed with Brandon.She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.Meanwhile, Arianna and Jessica had gone to their various rooms. Arianna had entered her room and removed her shoes.She looked so tired. She had gone with Jessica to see Elizabeth today. Even though Elizabeth is still in the sick bed, she still lies. Bitch, she thought and just then she heard her phone ring, it was a call from Micheal.“Did you find anything?” She asked the moment she answered the phone call. “No, not yet. I have been following him for days now and he doesn’t have much going on,
It was Morning and Hannah had woken up feeling tired. She opened her eyes slightly and yawned. She cleaned her eyes with her thumb and then opened it fully. She sat up properly on the bed, stretched her body tiredly and tried standing up when she noticed she was on the bed. She stared at the couch and then at the bed. She had slept on the couch last night and then she woke up only to find herself on the bed. She blinked twice and then stared around the room, Brandon was nowhere in the room. She wondered where he had gone, he was the one who slept on the bed. How come she was now the one on the bed, she thought and then paused for a few seconds before checking her dress if they were still intact. Luckily, they were. She didn’t trust Brandon, so she checked her panties and they were still intact. She gave out a breath of relief but then her facial expression changed when she thought Brandon must have seen her sleeping face and must have seen her drooling. “Oh my Goodness!” She mut
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