**Third person**“Yes, sir.”Charles pressed his lips together, his hand reaching for the photo album.His eyes scanned the faded photographs again, but the image still remained the same: a picture of a younger Cara, no more than ten years old, caught his eye. She was smiling brightly, holding a giant teddy bear with the small EpiPen holder clipped to her backpack strap.The image was a stark reminder of the truth he's desperately trying to avoid. He closed the album with a heavy sigh. She'd seemed very different this time, but he thought that it was due to her memory loss.Grandpa Charles couldn't ignore the growing evidence. Something wasn't right, and he needed to find answers fast.“Sir, are you still on the line?” The male voice rang from the receiver, snapping him out of his thoughts.“I need you to get everything you can on my granddaughter; when she returned to Miami, when she went into a coma... And also, I want you to look into her husband, Robert."I don't trust that lad,
**Third person**Jeff immediately sat up in his chair. “What did you find?”“You were right. Chloe is probably alive.”Jeff bolted upright, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum solo echoing his churning stomach. “Go on,” he gasped, desperate to hear every detail.“Apparently, when Chloe's mother, Elizabeth, left Chloe's father, she'd taken one of the children, Cara, with her. The girls were so little then, and that's why they didn't remember having a sister,” Richard started."Sure, that totally explains why she never mentioned it.” Jeff's voice trembled slightly.“Cara had a tough life growing up, you know." Richard stood up from the cushion in his living room and began pacing as he spoke."Elizabeth's new husband, Paul, wasn't exactly fond of her, and so they'd sent her abroad.”“It was probably the fact that she felt so alone growing up; maybe, just maybe, that's why she got into drugs in the first place.”Richard's voice was laced with pity; no one deserved to grow
**Third person**Just then, he realized that Jeff was trying to call him. “I'll call you back real quick. I need to get this call,” Richard explained before switching over to Jeff's call.“Hey, man. I was on the phone with Lily now. I was just about to ask if she knows anything about the twin situation or any clue to help us find her sister.”Jeff took in a sharp breath. “There's no need for that.”“Excuse me?” Richard was surprised. “We shouldn't bother her with that, especially since we haven't found anything yet on Chloe,” Jeff instructed. “Let's not raise her hopes and then crush them back soon after,” he explained. “Sure, man. I'll keep looking.”“Use all the resources available,” Jeff ordered. “We don't have the luxury of time. You should probably start with checking the hotel guest list.”Two days had already gone by. Robert was here to visit Chloe again, and Elizabeth immediately ushered him to the dining table for dinner when he arrived. Mealtime was silent, and afterwa
**Third person**And then she gasped in fear when her eyes met Robert's hard and veiny dick.“Shhhh,” he hissed, wiping the tears from her undereye with his thumb.And then he traced the wet thumb down to her mouth, where he brushed her lower lip slightly before going all the way down in between her thighs. “Robert, don't do this, please,” she cried, her legs trembling.Grabbing the fabric on her pants that covered her pussy, he pulled it down with force.The clothing ripped open, leaving her pussy exposed.“Please, please,” her chest heaving visibly, and her breaths began to rag.Just as he stroked his dick in hand, she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.But at that moment, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open. She opened her eyes immediately and saw Elizabeth walking in.“What's wrong with you?!” She barked at Robert.Robert rolled his eyes at her. “It's none of your business, just get out!”Elizabeth raised her brows in shock. “You're in my house, remem
**Third person**Once Chloe was outside the house,More tears blurred her vision as she stumbled down the sidewalk, the coarse concrete biting into the soles of her bare feet. “I'll never go back to the house,” she kept swearing to herself. The house seemed to choke her. What had she seen in Robert?Why did she get married to a monster like that?Each ragged breath felt like a betrayal, a harsh rasp against the symphony of her own anger and despair.She hadn't planned on running away. It had just happened, but she was glad she did. Now, the cool night air whipped at her hair, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of what had happened earlier, cooling the beads of sweat that had clouded her face.She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. What would have happened if Elizabeth didn't show up then? The thought sent more tears streaming down her cheeks.Even drug addicts deserve good partners too, or don't they?She'd rather be alone than be with Robert.It was 9:30 p.m. now, and the
**Third person**Five hours earlier, Jeff paced around in front of his black van, and Richard stood in front of the van.There were five other vans that had accompanied them to Surfside City. They were parked in a small alleyway. Her exact location was deduced to be within a five-mile radius from here.Richard suggested that they observe the area from a distance for the night, in case Chloe was in any danger, lest they put her in harm’s way, and Jeff agreed. “Sir, we're eagerly waiting for your order.”He didn't want them to just barge in when they hadn't gauged the situation; otherwise, they risk putting her in danger.“Good. Don't forget the instruction; kill anyone that appears to pose a threat to her on sight.”“Yes, sire,” they echoed.His heart raced. Was he really going to meet Chloe?Was she really alive? Will they be together once again?Was he already going ahead of himself? Hours bled into one another, and dusk had already painted the city in shades of bruised purple, t
**Third person**“Stop!” Chloe yelled. “Put me down at once!” she ordered, hitting Jeff’s back with her slender fists.His back was hard, broad, and warm.The warmth that radiated through his worn jacket felt strangely comforting, a faint echo of a memory she couldn't quite grasp. Another feeling of deja vu washed over her. Had she lived this moment before? Jeff had carried her like this before?Perhaps while rain drummed against them?“I’m so sorry, Chloe,” Jeff murmured. “I really want to, but I just can’t.”There was no way he was leaving there without her. He’d finally found his wife, and the feeling alone made his heart warm.“If hitting me makes you feel better, then don’t stop,” he urged, and her heart skipped a beat.Her resistance faltered for a moment. The blows rained down with less force, a flicker of recognition battling with confusion in her eyes. They reached the car, a sleek black behemoth waiting with its engine idling. Jeff's jaw tightened as he barked an order to
**Third person**“Uh, she said she was going to a friend's,” Audrey sniffed. “Okay, fine. Then relay the message to her. And with that, he dismissed the meeting. Meanwhile, in Elizabeth's house, Elizabeth had called Lily to inform her, and Lily rushed over.“But why did that stupid girl just decide to cause trouble for us?” Lily yelled out frustratedly.The men that Robert sent to help with finding Chloe had just escorted them back home.It was 2 a.m., and there was still no sign of her.She didn't mind if bandits had killed her, but just not before she had the chance to collect her share of two hundred million dollars from Elizabeth.“Why did you even let her out of your sight?” Lily glared at Elizabeth with an accusing tone. “Well, it wasn't my fault. Robert was the one who made her run away by trying to force himself on her.” Elizabeth scoffed.Lily's brows furrowed. “Robert was here earlier?”“Yes, he was... trying to force himself on Chloe.” Elizabeth repeated it for emphasi