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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
Brandon is seen in his study room staring into nothing when the door bursts open revealing Jessica.“What do you want?” Brandon asked and Jessica scoffed “Seriously, you are just going to let the police take her like that and you’ll sit here and do nothing,” Jessica said Brandon raised his head, and then rested his back on his chair. “She killed someone and even lied about it,” Brandon said “Oh yes, deep down you know the truth that she didn’t kill Rhoda. You are just scared to admit the truth. I’m disappointed in you Brandon, her kids are upstairs in their room sleeping, when they wake up and start asking after their mom, I believe you would provide them one” Jessica said “There’s nothing I can do about it, Jessica” Brandon said“Oh spare me that lie. You are Brandon Colby. I know about your dirty pocket cops, Jack Traven. You could pay him to close the case. You are capable of getting Hannah released at this moment but you do not want to” Jessica paused as she stared at her bro
“Especially that bitch, Elizabeth Colby,” she thought, and then Hannah hugged her, jolting her out of her thoughts. “I missed you so much” she pouted and Arianna laughed “Oh, don’t tell me you missed acting like a baby, “ Arianna said and they both laughed. “I miss everything mom, I missed having you around. I didn’t know you would be coming” Hannah said “Well, I was worried. I was already at the airport before Micheal called and told me the FBI had taken you. You weren’t answering my phone calls” Arianna said and pretended to be angry “I’m sorry Mom. A lot has happened these past few days” Hannah said and Arianna pouted. “It’s fine, Micheal filled me in about everything. I’m glad everyone is alright” Arianna said with a smile on her face.“The octuplets will be so happy to see me,” Arianna said and Hannah nodded in response. “We just need to go get them from Brandon’s house, “ Hannah said feeling so angry. “I don’t want my children close to Brandon. I’m divorcing him once I ge
Brandon is seen sitting on a couch in the kids’ room while he watches them sleep. “Finally” he muttered. He was glad they had gone to sleep already. The kids had been stressing the daylight out of him. He regrets why he had allowed the police to take Hannah away.Now, he knows what Hannah passes through to take care of her kids. He sighed softly as he walked out of their room and closed the door. He turned and saw his grandmother walking towards him. “Whatever you have to say, save it to yourself, I’m not interested,” he said and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I know she’s out of prison. Saw it on the news. Are you sure it was her mother who got her out of prison or her rich boyfriend? Because from my investigation, Hannah has no parents. Her mother and father had died which means she’s an orphan” Elizabeth said and Brandon turned to her. He sighed without saying a word and was about to walk away when Elizabeth spoke again making him stop. “What are you going to do with her kids?”
It was morning and Hannah had woken up so early and gotten dressed. She was going to visit Colby’s mansion and take her kids then send over the divorce paper to Brandon. She missed her kids so much and couldn’t wait to see them. Hannah had walked out of her room and went downstairs for breakfast when she met Arianna putting on a white robe, with a cup of coffee in her hands. While she sat in the dining room, staring at her phone, looking so beautiful.“Good morning Mom” Hannah muttered as she walked towards Arianna and kissed her cheeks. “Good morning honey, are you going somewhere?” Arianna asked as Hannah joined her at the dining table and Sandra brought a cup of coffee for Hannah too. “Thank you, Sandra,” Hannah said and turned to her mom.“Mommy, don’t tell me you forgot so quickly,” Hannah said and Arianna stared at her with a confused expression on her face. “Mom!!!!!! I told you we were going to get my kids today” Hannah said and Arianna clicked her tongue. “Oh my goodness
“Hello, Son,” Arianna muttered with a smile on her face. “Mom!!” Brandon called out with shock on his face. He opened his mouth to say a word but words weren’t coming out. It was his biological mom, Camilla Colby Montez standing in front of him. He felt like he was daydreaming, but it was real.He stared at his mother who was standing in front him, speechlessly. One minute he was looking for his mom and another minute his mom was standing in front of him smiling at him.She looked so different from the last time Brandon had seen her. She looked more than beautiful.“Brandon, I know you have a lot of questions and all. I can explain. You’ve got every right to hate me but I can explain I promise, just give me the chance to” Arianna said and Brandon scoffed. “Where have you been all these years? I have been searching for you thinking you might be in trouble or something has happened to you” Brandon paused as he stared at her from her head down to her toes and then continued. “But you
Jessica is seen in the kid's room talking to the octuplets. “We did everything you asked us to do yesterday. We gave Brandon a hard time and stressed him big time like you asked us to, so can you please show us what the DNA test result says?” Jayden said and Jessica hummed. The octuplets had been asking after the DNA test results but she had told them she would give them the result on one condition. Her plan wasn’t to give them easily, not after what they did to her. So she asked them to give Brandon a hard time yesterday and make him do whatever they wanted which they did. It was only fair if she showed them because they had done what she asked them to. She brought out the envelope from her pocket and the kids stared at her eagerly waiting to see what the result says. “Have you checked it before? What does it say?” Allison asked, looking nervous. “I haven’t, “ Jessica said and sighed. “What if the result says he’s not your father?” Jessica asked “Not bad, at least he’s still
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