"I am tired of living like this," Brenda said to Carla angrily. "Why would he keep doing things like this to me?""Calm down, Brenda," Carla said, shifting closer to her. "Our parents are crazy, but we don't have to become like them. We just have to work harder and live the life we want.""How on earth am I supposed to do that?" Brenda asked, shaking her head. "I have done everything possible to make my family better. I have sacrificed everything just to get out of this place. Yet, the more I work, the more everything gets worse. I am tired of being this way." Carla remained silent for seconds, thinking of the best way to calm her down. She understood how Brenda felt and wished she could help her out. It wasn't the first time she was complaining about her family. As her best friend, she knew some of the problems they faced, and it hurt her that she couldn't help her best friend. "Have you tried talking to him? Maybe he will listen to you and change." Carla suggested. Brenda chuckle
"Where is your father?" The man asked again as Brenda gawked at him. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, and she couldn't muster any words. She couldn't tell whether it was the way the man looked at her or the way he made her feel. Although it was dark and she couldn't see his face, his aura and stature were enough to tell her that he was a dangerous man. He was over 6ft3, and his burly figure was somewhat terrifying. Her mind quickly darted back to the papers she found in her father's wardrobe. Could she be right that he was in trouble again? Did he really travel for business, or was he hiding? "He's not home," she muttered inaudibly. She slowly lifted her legs and moved closer to the door. "And where is he?" The man asked, his eyes not leaving her face. "I need to see him." Brenda thought of the best answer. Could she tell him that he was on a business trip? Would that give him away? She didn't know what to say to protect her father because she was convinced that the man was dangerou
"How could you? How could you do that to me?!!!" Brenda yelled at her father. "I was in a tight spot! You can't blame me for that!""You were in a tight spot?" She asked, her eyes wide with anger and her face red. "Then you sold your daughter to a man thrice her age? Is that what I am to you? Another gamble piece? Is that what I am worth to you? Answer me!!""You do not have a right to talk to me like that," Alex yelled back, combing his fingers through his hair. "I was desperate and he was going to kill me. Do you think for one second that if I died, you and your sister would have survived? Do you think you would be going to college or have a roof above your head?""Oh, spare me that crap! Spare me that f*cking crap!" Brenda yelled, her voice echoing across the room. "I have gotten where I am without you. I work my ass off every day to afford college and take care of Ralia. And what do you do?""I try—""You steal from me, lie to me, and make our lives more miserable. That's what yo
The wind was beating against Brenda's face as she propelled herself further as she ran. Her feet tapped soundlessly against the ground and her muscles burned from running excessively. But she continued. She had successfully escaped from their apartment without getting noticed. She had no idea where she was running to but she knew she had to get far away from her father and Ramirez. It would be all a waste if she was caught after running away. She kept glancing back as she ran to ensure that no one was following her. She stopped running after it was clear that she was far away from her apartment. With a tattered backpack, a jacket, and a torchlight, she stood by the sidewalk panting. She wiped the tears from her face with her jacket. She didn't even realize she had been crying until she stopped running. She couldn't stop thinking about Ralia and if she would ever see her again. She was sure that her father would look for her once he discovers that she had escaped. He would want to b
At the sound of the man’s voice directing orders to his men, two of them immediately rushed to pick Brenda up roughly from the couch they had placed her on and where she had just woken up from. They dragged her to a smaller room where a chair was placed right in the center of it. The room was dim and empty except for the chair and a few broken items. She was dragged and dumped hard on the chair and the men began to pace around the room, she glanced around and soon realize that she had been brought to a place where enemies or offenders where tortured till they talked, just as they were about to do with her that moment, taking her for a spy.“Please! I am not a spy!” she let out again trying to convince both men who walked round the room and occasionally around the chair she sat on.“Shut your mouth bitch!” one of the men screamed at her as he slowly brought out a penknife from his pocket before walking towards her and landing her a painful blow on her mouth.She screamed painfully when
Brenda was grateful in her mind that she was no longer going to be tortured every day anymore as Damien had said – not that she was in haste to believe him and anything else he says, but she was wondering why he would say something like that to her. He doesn’t like women? What sort of a man is he anyway? She was bothered that he just refused to let her leave even though he believed her, so she began to imagine just how much danger she was in falling into the hands of these dangerous people. Well aware of how dangerous mafias are, and now finding herself held captive by one of them, a new wave of fear hit her.Still seating on the dining table, Brenda tried to shake off the fear that gripped her, she looked down at her plate once more which had now been served. She had not touched the food even though she was starving, her gut told her she could not trust Damien. He just sat across her silently enjoying his meal while occasionally send gazes at her. Her stare shifted from the plate to
For two more weeks Brenda remained confined inside Damien’s mansion. They had stopped the maltreatment and tortures towards her already. Now they fed her well, gave her clothes and let her do what she wanted except leaving the house or roaming in the compound unescorted. She was restricted to just her room, the kitchen and a few other unrestricted areas. Everyday, still bent on finding a way out, Brenda failed to see a way possible. Regardless, she still studied all who worked there and every activity that went on inside the house. There were maids who provided her with anything she needed – she suspected they were doing so under the instructions of the master of the house. They served her food and gave her medicine for her wounds, a doctor was even called to check up on her. It was still very unclear what Damien wanted with her, she had begged him so many times to let her go but he would have none of it.Aside the maids, the guards and other workers inside the mansion like the garden
The question about Edwin Ramirez struck Brenda hard with surprise. Never did she imagine Damien to mention the name of the mafia lord who she was running away from. How did he even know who Edwin Ramirez was? How did that even link with her situation with him where he constantly blamed her of being a spy? She had planned to tell him everything about her escape but here she was shocked at the mention of Ramirez, or did Damien think that she was working for him or something? The sense of the matter began to dawn on Brenda but still confused how it all connected, she looked stunned at the raging Damien.“What? How do you….” She stopped herself from asking Damien how he knew Ramirez.“Answer me this instant Brenda! I’m not going to ask you again!” Damien kept screaming at her.“I don’t know who that is.” She denied.Waves of anger rushed through Damien making him grab Brenda by her blouse pulling her closer to him effortlessly with one arm. Standing closely, face to face with him, she tre
Brenda and Damien lay intertwined in each other’s arms. Two weeks had passed since their harrowing encounter with Alfred, and with the absence of lurking danger, they had turned their focus to repairing their shattered relationship. In the safety of their home, nestled amidst a tranquil countryside, the scars of their ordeal began to heal. Brenda’s once-haunted eyes now sparkled with a renewed sense of hope, while Damien’s protective embrace provided her with the comfort she so desperately craved.As they ventured out into the world once more, Brenda and Damien found solace in revisiting familiar places, seeking refuge in the memories of happier times. They strolled hand-in-hand through the vibrant gardens where they had once pledged their eternal love, the scent of blooming flowers intertwining with their whispered conversations.“Do you remember that week we spent at the beach?” Brenda asked, a wistful smile gracing her lips.Damien chuckled softly, his voice filled with nostalgia.
Brenda and Ralia stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the freshly dug grave of their father. The bright summer sun cast a golden hue over the rolling hills of the cemetery, lending an air of serenity to the solemn occasion. It had been a few days since they returned home, finally having the time to make the necessary arrangements for their father’s funeral. The sisters clutched onto each other’s hands, finding solace in the unspoken bond they shared. Brenda’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart heavy with a mix of grief and relief. She had always carried a burden of resentment toward their father, for all the pain he had caused them throughout their lives. But now, as they stood before his final resting place, a wave of forgiveness washed over her.As the eulogies were read and tears were shed, Brenda found herself letting go of the anger and bitterness that had consumed her. She realized that harboring those negative emotions had only weighed her down, preventing her from find
Inside the luxurious jet, as the Carla, Brenda and Ralia still basked in the joy of their safety, a ruffle still occurred outside the jet. In turned out that Alfred’s remaining men in the warehouse had tried to escape but had been apprehended by Damien’s men. One by one, the men exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their shared realization that their cause had been lost. They had fought against Damien, a powerful and ruthless figure who had outmaneuvered them at every turn. The weight of defeat settled heavily upon them, suffocating their hopes and dreams. Their collective resolve had ignited a spark of hope, pushing them to make the daring escape attempt. However, their fleeting freedom was short-lived.Standing just beyond the plane’s wings were Damien’s merciless henchmen, poised to strike at the first sign of resistance. Their hearts sank as they watched their fallen comrades on the ground, their dreams shattered along with their lives. They knew that their defiance had come
Damien’s heart raced as he held Brenda and her and Ralia tightly in his embrace. The three of them stood together inside the luxurious private jet, basking in the overwhelming joy of having narrowly escaped the clutches of death. Their faces beamed with relief, their eyes shining With tears of gratitude for being reunited against all odds. As they caught their breath, oblivious to the imminent danger that still lingered, a figure stirred on the floor nearby.Alfred, their relentless pursuer, slowly regained consciousness, his face contorted in pain. Ignoring the agony, he mustered every ounce of strength to reach for the handgun on the floor. With a trembling hand, he aimed at the trio, fueled by his determination to end their lives. Time seemed to slow as Alfred pulled the trigger, the deafening gunshot echoing through the confined space. Miraculously, the bullet whizzed past Damien’s ear, missing its intended target by a hair’s breadth. Shock and disbelief washed over them, realizat
The atmosphere inside the opulent private jet was thick with tension as Alfred towered over Brenda, who he had made to kneel down on the floor before him. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure as he continued to threaten her life, his finger twitching on the trigger of his gun. Damien, watched the scene unfold with a mix of anguish and determination. With a steady resolve, Damien stepped forward, moving slowly towards Alfred. As he did, he dropped his own gun, the metallic clatter echoing through the confined space. He raised his hands in surrender, silently urging his men, who stood at his back, to follow suit. They positioned themselves strategically, their guns trained on Alfred and the remnants of his dwindling guard.As Damien’s eyes locked onto Alfred’s, he began to speak, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Alfred, you don’t have to do this. We can settle our old score between us, man to man. There’s no need to involve Brenda or her sister in this.”Alfred’s lip curl
As Alfred settled comfortably into the plush leather seat of the private jet’s cabin, his mind racing with thoughts of the mission ahead. He had just left Brenda in the care of his trusted doctor in the adjacent cabin, ensuring she received the medical attention she desperately needed. The aircraft hummed softly as it sat on the tarmac, awaiting Alfred’s command to take flight. With a sigh of relief, he leaned back, ready to instruct the pilot to take off. But just as he was about to reach for the intercom button to summon the pilot to prepare for departure, his finger hovering inches away, a sudden cacophony of gunshots shattered the calm ambiance within the cabin. His eyes widened in confusion, his heart pounding against his chest. What in the world was happening? How could this be happening? His thoughts raced, trying to piece together the fragments of the unexpected nightmare unfolding outside.Without hesitation, Alfred sprang to his feet, his eyes filled with determination. “Fin
Inside the cabin of the small private plane, tension hung heavy in the air. Only three occupants occupied the space, each with their own emotional turmoil. After all of Brenda’s schemes to stall in hope of Damien’s arrival to rescue them failed as Alfred was clearly not easily deceived. Brenda and her little sister huddled close together, clutching onto each other as fear wrapped its icy fingers around their hearts. Across from them, Alfred sat with a sinister smirk playing on his lips, reveling in their vulnerability.As the minutes turned into an agonizing eternity, Brenda’s hope began to waver. The absence of Damien and his men was a crushing blow to her spirit. Tears welled in her eyes, mirroring the despair etched on her face. She mustered the courage to plead with Alfred, her voice trembling.“Please, Alfred,” she implored, her voice quivering with desperation. “Let us go. We won’t tell anyone about this. Just release us, and we’ll disappear.”“Ah we’ve been through this Brenda.
Inside the dark warehouse, shadows danced across the cold concrete floor. Brenda stood nervously, clutching Ralia tightly against her chest, her eyes darting around the eerie space. The smell of abandonment still hung heavy in the air, mixing with a faint scent of oil and dust.Alfred, tall and imposing, approached Brenda with a sly grin etched across his face. His voice echoed through the empty chamber, his words laced with a chilling determination. “Brenda, my dear, I’m afraid it’s time for me to update you,” he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling mix of sweetness and menace.Brenda’s heart raced as confusion clouded her mind. She had trusted Alfred once, but recent events had shattered that trust, leaving her shattered and vulnerable. She stammered, struggling to find her words. “What… What is all this, Alfred? What do you want with us?”Alfred’s smile widened, revealing a glint of malice in his eyes. “Oh, my dear Brenda, it’s quite simple. You see, I’ve had a change of pla
The warehouse loomed before Brenda as she cautiously explored the designated meeting spot. She had taken every precaution to ensure she wasn’t being followed, but her heart still raced with trepidation. As she walked cautiously inside, a chill wind swept through the abandoned building, carrying with it a sense of foreboding. Brenda’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of her sister. The air was thick with tension as she ventured deeper into the vast emptiness.In the moonlit night, Alfred after cautiously making sure Brenda wasn’t followed, ensuring their secrecy, he emerged from a corner of the warehouse. Brenda then moved closer but as she walked, then, a faint whimper reached her ears, causing her heart to skip a beat. Following the sound, she saw a figure huddled in a corner. Suddenly, the silhouette of the figure emerged from the shadows, and Brenda’s eyes widened with recognition.“Brenda!” Ralia exclaimed, tears streaming down her face as she rushed forward to embrace h