"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 you do! You have done nothing to contribute to our lives!!" She yelled, cutting him off."Brenda, I think you should calm down and—""Don't tell me to calm down." She said turning to her best friend who was trying to make the situation better. "I will not be calm while he tries to take my life from me. How on earth do you expect me to be calm?""If I had a way to change the things I did, I would," Alex said, shaking his head slowly. "I didn't think it would ever come to this.""You didn't think?" Brenda was already frustrated and she couldn't control her anger. "You didn't think that gambling with criminals would get your family into trouble?"Carla curled in one corner of the sitting room, watching their exchange. She had never seen her best friend that angry before. Brenda had always dreamed of a better life for herself and her sister."Yelling at me will not stop or change what has happened," Alex said, rising to his feet. "I lied that I traveled for a business trip to avoid Ramirez. He is a dangerous man you don't want to go against. He is threatening this family. Yes, he is not just threatening to hurt or kill me, he is after everyone. So, maybe you need to calm down for a minute."Brenda paced about the room angrily, unable to muster a word. She knew how dangerous mafia lords were and how possessive they were of things they believed belonged to them. She remembered the way Ramirez was staring at her at the door. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered his cold dark eyes and the way they danced around her body greedily. There was no way she could marry someone like him. But if he already saw her as his possession, she was in danger if she remained where he could find her.She stole a glance at her father who didn't look disturbed. She couldn't blame him at all. After all, he was the one who offered her to him as repayment for his debt. He was also not the one going to live with him for the rest of his life. She could feel tears gathering in her eyes and she blinked back rapidly. She had to find a way to get out of the mess that her father had caused. She would not let her life continue that way."Think about it, Bren." Carla chipped in, pulling Brenda out of her thoughts. "It might not entirely be a bad idea. I know he might look scary and all but there are benefits to the marriage.""What?" Brenda asked, bewildered. What was Carla trying to say? "What do you mean by that?""I'm just saying that marrying a mafia lord who is filthy rich and can provide the things you want is not entirely a bad idea." She said, shrugging casually. "You just have to see the good side of everything and in this situation, all I can see is money, cars, protection, and authority."Brenda stared at her best friend with her mouth wide open. She didn't believe Carla would ever say that to her. Why was everyone acting like they had a say in her life? She was so disappointed with Carla's response."I can't believe you will say that to me. I am so disappointed with you." She said, turning to face her fully. "I can believe he can say this crap to me but not you, Carla. Do you think this is the life I want for myself? Do you think I want to throw myself at men for money? If you think getting married to him is such a great idea, why don't you go ahead and marry him?" Her chest was rising and falling in anger."I was just trying to make you feel better about the whole —""I don't need you to make me feel better. I expected you to stand up for me as my best friend. But you sound just like my father." At that point, she couldn't hold back her tears and they streamed down freely."Your friend is right. Look at the bright side of things. You will finally be able to live a wealthy life." Alex said, forcing a smile on his face. "If things get better, you can take your sister and —""I will not marry him!" Brenda screamed furiously, causing Carla and Alex to flinch. "I will not become anyone's slave or possession forever. Because that's exactly what he wants from me. You can tell him that I am not interested. I don't care what he does with you."With that, she turned around and marched toward her room. "He will be here tomorrow for you. I hope you get ready for him." Alex called out at the top of his voice as she walked to her room.Immediately she walked into her room, she shut the door behind her, and collapsed slowly to the ground. She began to sob uncontrollably for minutes and only stopped when an idea flitted into her mind."I have to run away." She whispered to herself, clutching her chest. She quickly recalled that she had made some escape plans with her sister but Carla talked her out of it. She couldn't afford to marry Ramirez and the only way out was to escape.However, she was scared of living her sister behind. What if Ramirez took her instead if he didn't find her? Would her innocent sister have to pay for her father's mistake? Or was she just overthinking things?She wiped her tears with the back of her palms and rose to her feet. She would have to leave her sister behind if she wanted to escape successfully. Her father would know immediately if she tried to leave with Ralia. She needed to do everything alone. She had to escape immediately.With that final decision, she dashed to her wardrobe and began to grab some of her clothes. She emptied her backpack and began to stuff her clothes in them quickly. She had never expected her life would come to that but it did.She glanced around her room, trying to see if they were important things she had forgotten to take with her. She had her passport in case she needed to leave the country. She nodded her head when she confirmed that she had everything she needed.Her heart was racing as she changed from her pajamas into jeans and a shirt. She wore her sneakers and held onto her jacket. With a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and walked to the window. She slowly opened it so that no one would hear her go out. She threw her bag out first and shoved her left leg out next. Sitting on the window with one leg in and one out, she took one last look at her bedroom.She exhaled deeply and swallowed. "I'll be back for you, Ralia." With that, she jumped out of the window and escaped.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
Damien left Brenda’s room quite in a haste after telling her that she was safe with him. He told her that until he figured out what to do with her, she was going nowhere. What kind of trouble was she in? What sort of prison has he placed her in? Brenda went deep into thoughts for the next few minutes after Damien had left her. She wondered the magnitude of danger she was now learning that her captor was a mafia lord too. It explained a lot to her but it also disturbed her. She had been running away from one dangerous man and had ended up in the hands of another one, worse, they both were enemies, which placed Brenda right in the center of it.She began to think of what Damien had in mind to do with her. She could not understand what he thought of her to keep her in his house with no clear purpose. She concluded that it might mean or eventually lead to her end, everything seemed to crumble the moment she thought it was going to be fine. She needed to get out of here, she needed to be r
Brenda could not believe what Damien was saying to her. “What?! She exclaimed.Did she hear him say get married? Does he really know what he was saying at all? What made him think she would ever marry him after all he had done to her. He had let his men beat her up, treat her like trash and even though he had stopped treating her that way, she wondered why on earth he imagined she would marry him. She was his prisoner and she had begged him every time to let her go but he had refused, yesterday, he had said he wouldn’t let her go until he finds what to do with her. Is that it then? Was that the idea he thought of to do with her? He must be insane if he thought she would escape from one mafia lord to end up marrying another, someone who held her against her will and had treated her less than an animal before.“I know, it sounds absurd, it did to me when I first thought of it and it does even now. But before you express your contempt listen to me first.” Damien said trying to convince h
In the days that followed, preparations went underway for the marriage as Damien and Brenda went over the contract details together. She had informed him of her own terms to it already and together they sat everyday in his fancy office drafting out and going over all agreements. Damien invited his lawyer and everything was set in place. Next, they began to make plans for the wedding, Damien wanted it to happen as soon as possible, Brenda too, so they decided that it held on the following weekend which was days away. The also agreed that the wedding take place in his house and only a few guests allowed, his family and a few friends mostly. Damien thought the event should be private considering it was just a sham and would be ended soon enough, so there was no need for any publicity or huge ceremony like he knew his family would want – well, he was not going to do it the way his family would want, he was already doing what they insisted of him and that was enough for Damien.Brenda’s fa
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