"Good evening, gentlemen!" Rye was startled by the emcee's booming voice, which reverberated throughout the venue. As she stood in the closed chamber, she felt anxious. After her conversation with Harley, the atmosphere seemed ominous. She caught a glimpse of the other women inside, who were all standing and staring forward. Her eyes stray inside. There are no guards, and if she intends to escape, there is a one percent chance that she can, and a ninety-nine percent chance that there is no way in hell that she can because she knew that beyond the area where she was, there were thugs. Then, all she needed to do was listen to the emcee. Great! She is actually up for auction. And she has no idea what her future holds after today. The emcee boasted that there were only guys inside. "Be prepared, lady. She pointed to the wall covered by enormous red curtains and stated, "That fucking wall will open up and you will see numerous perverts." She exhaled deeply and simply nodded at Harley.
"Relax," the voice says, causing Rye to turn around and face it. Upon seeing Ace's face, her rage escalated. “You!” When Ace covered her mouth with his smooth palm and brought her closer to him, she was unable to continue her sentence. He whispered while observing her closely. She was going to protest when the door was reopened and three armed guys were revealed. Her eyes widened, and thanks to Ace's reflexes, they were able to conceal themselves a few meters from the door. The three men passed through them and vanished entirely. However, the rapid beat of her heart did not. She was going to speak when Abby, who was nearby, spoke. “Why are you here?” she inquired to Ace. However, the man did not respond and simply dragged Rye away. They did not descend the steps but instead chose the left path. She attempted to release his hold, but he is too strong. "Don't yell," Ace remarked without addressing her. "Where will you take me? Us?” Ace knit his forehead, but Rye was oblivious to
After hearing Ace's remarks, Lucas's head began to hurt, causing him to lose consciousness. After that, he was brought to the hospital. At that time, Rye realized what had actually transpired, which increased her fury towards Ace. She argued, "You shouldn't have done that." Ace simply regarded her as if he does not care. She was on the edge of tears as she questioned, "Why are you here in the first place? You have exceeded the limits! I ignored the fact that you investigated my life, as I was unaware that you went to such lengths. Now, tell me, Ace, what else do you know?" They were on the hospital's rooftop. She requested his presence to clarify matters. "Are you also aware of how he mistreated me? How did he discipline me? You know that I compelled him to get married, right? You knew every detail about me, correct?” Her wrath caused her to raise her voice. She desperately desired to cry, but the insanity Ace brought her prevented her from doing so. She yelled "Answer me!" an
As soon as Ace regained his composure, Rye led him to the sofa. She left him briefly in order to obtain a drink of water. When she returned, she sat next to him and passed him the drink. "Drink up," she instructed. Ace regarded her before tossing the ball. He said "thank you" as he placed the glass on the table in front of them. "Are you feeling better now?" she inquired as she departed. Ace nodded. “You stated you wish to demonstrate something. What might it be?" Ace let out a heavy sigh. "It's not important, but I'd like you to observe my condition. Every day, the situation worsens. Sometimes I am unable to cope with myself." She grimaced. Then what are you requesting of me? He met her gaze. "I-I..." he turned aside, "I want you by my side as I mend myself—" Rye's laughter cut him off. "You need a doctor, not my assistance, Ace. Why would you even ask?” She was aware that she may be impolite, but things began to become tricky. "Only I may indulge myself... But because of h
"Your blush makes you even more lovely. And I was forced to stare at you." Rye raised her eyebrows. Ace gave her a wink. Damn it! She muttered an inward curse. "I'm stunned by how you transport me back in time," he continued. She murmured "Ace" His voice is mesmerizing. It appears like magic is hypnotizing you, as you suddenly discovered yourself plunging into the depths. "Only because I cannot believe how gorgeous you are... Please be patient with me, I don't want to lose you," he added as he drew closer to her. She knows she is crying as Ace smiles and wipes her tears with his thumb. "I simply want you to know that you're lovely." She is now crying much more. Ace was in shock. He straightened his posture and approached her. He bends his knees to match her height while she is still seated. "Hey, what…” When Rye abruptly hugged him, he was unable to complete his apology. His body was dragged slightly forward by the force. He caresses her back after hearing her sobs. "Why the
The following day, Ace decided to return her to the hospital. The man agreed that she should go to the hospital after a series of disputes. The reason is that she must speak with Abby but ignore Lucas. She has no connection or interaction with Lucas. If he lost his memories of her for the better, then. She no longer wishes to return to her past. She simply desired a new beginning. Yes, Ace was correct; Lucas still holds a place in her heart. However, she will continue her efforts to exclude him from her life. Amelia is his daughter, she thought in passing. She gave a headshake. At that point, Ace looked at her and frowned slightly. "Are you okay?" he inquired while looking back at the road. Rye expelled a heavy sigh. She responded, "I don't know," as she stared out the window. "Does it involve Carter?" Ace can sense that there is something bothering her. And perhaps it is Carter. "I just want to stop everything between us, but he lost his memory, so I believe it's for the best
"Why are you still here?" It was Lucas who spoke. Rye raised her brow and entered the building. “I forgot my bag. Why?” Lucas released Hannah's hand and regarded her carefully. He placed his hands in his pockets and chuckled. "You forget it on purpose, right?" She glared and disregarded him totally. When the door opened, she moved closer to the black leather sofa and was going to retrieve her tiny bag. She turned and saw Drake in the direction she was facing. “Woah! What’s happening? Are we planning a reunion?" he inquired. A few seconds later, Abby appeared behind Drake and entered the room. Seriously? She pondered. Lucas broke the silence by saying, "I want to clarify my health status with you, Drake." Drake said while clutching a folder, "I've got you covered in every way, bro. However, are you certain that you want them to know? Luke demanded of Abby, "Take your companion out of this room." Rye sneered. "I'm not interested in hearing about your health, Mr. Carter. Not to
After leaving the hospital, Rye and Abby proceeded to a coffee shop to discuss various matters. Abby exhales deeply and cannot look directly into Rye's eyes. Because she anticipated that her friend would inquire about her. "Your sigh is really disturbing, Abby. Seems you're nervous, huh?" Rye inquired while sipping her iced caramel coffee. She said, "I loathe the way you stared at me." Rye's brow furrowed as she nibbled on her onion toast. She added as she sipped her coffee, "I know you have a lot of questions running through your head right now, and I'm considering how to answer them." Rye let out a quiet chuckle. "You know me too well," she said. She gave a headshake. "I only wanted to ask one question. Do not fret," she added. At that moment, Abby scoffed. "You cannot deceive me. I anticipated that you would have additional questions following that." She even tapped the wooden table while laughing. “Amazing. Indeed, you're an agent," she confirmed, observing Abby's widening e
Ryleigh’s POV Months have already passed, yet Lucas is still not awake. There has been no advancement. And I almost gave up, but I am aware that he is fighting. He is attempting to return for me... for us. And every idea of losing him nearly rends me apart. How many drugs has he received by injection? I lost count. I pray every day and every moment, but especially while I am by his side, holding his hand, pressing it, and conversing with him. I am aware that there is yet hope. And I believe that miracles are possible. A month ago, our daughter became one year old. We celebrated it in his room, attempting to lighten the mood on that particular day, but we all knew it was futile. Lucas is laying on a hospital bed with equipment inserted into various portions of his body, and he is sleeping so soundly that we fear he will pass away at any time. Damn it! May God have mercy on me. Why should he be one of the many individuals who desired to engage in pointless activities? Why must Luca
When you believed that everything was in order, you relaxed and enjoyed yourself. Ryleigh never imagined that Hannah would reach the point where she would attempt to hurt innocents. Since Hannah had simply given Lucas until 4:00 p.m. to arrange everything, he asked her to stay, but she declined. "We must notify Abby. They can assist." “No! I will handle this on my own. Please comply. It is for your benefit. You have no idea what will happen—" "Lucas, we cannot predict what will occur. Please, let's coordinate with them rather than with law enforcement. You're a broker, correct?" "I resigned." The eyes of Rye expanded. "I don't care. Abby is my companion. Keith and Drake are your friends.” "This has no bearing on them. I must resolve this issue by myself." Rye yanked a hair strand out of fury. "You don't get it, do you? I desired to assist. My daughter—" "Our daughter," he remarked. “Yes. Ours. And I must—" Luke cupped her face and peered into her eyes, which caused her to st
It is an undeniable fact that we enjoy being liked. We have a natural yearning to feel a part of a group or to be liked by another individual. Life does not always afford us acceptance, however. Instead, it is frequently loaded with rejections, refusals, and everything else. Rejection helps us move our attention from our mistakes to how we can improve. Ace will utilize rejection as a defining event for himself. He then realizes that rejection becomes easier with repeated exposure. Continuously running into it demonstrates a gutsy will to seek out opportunities. And each time you recover from a setback, you emerge somewhat more powerful. Although he may accept the rejection, the anguish remains. It is still apparent, and it has further hurt his heart. The suffering of loving someone who does not return his affection is killing him. He feels as though his universe has fallen apart. Often, loving someone who does not love you back is heartbreaking. It is even awful. It is simple t
The following day, Rye was astonished to find Lucas sitting in her family's living room and conversing with her father. Then, carrying her child, she approached them. When he spotted them, the man stood up and smiled, which is unusual. He is not this way. She had never seen Lucas grin at her with such sincerity as he does now. He welcomed them with "Good morning, Rye" and moved closer to them. "You're early," is the only thing she can say. "I've decided to pay you a visit, and your father and I will be attending the summit." Rye was unable to speak. She suddenly recalled Ace. ‘How is he doing?’ She simply nodded. Lucas extended his hand towards Amelia and bit his lower lip. “Can I?” She grinned. The man desired to carry his daughter, thus Amelia was handed up to him. She asserted, "Let's have a cup of hot coffee in the kitchen." Lucas desired to smile and was incredibly red-faced. However, he held it. He does not wish to presume things for which he may have the opportunity.
Following breakfast, Rye decided to depart the motel. However, as she was ready to touch the elevator button, she hesitated. It began to manifest, Lucas. Her heart is close to bursting out of her chest due to shock. Her lips parted and her eyes expanded. The elevator was about to close when Lucas placed his hand between the doors to prevent it from closing. He then moved outside, but his sight never left Rye. Rye then pretended to have a cough and was about to enter the room when he stopped her. "We need to talk," he stated in a monotone voice. At that time, her body did not react appropriately. She caught herself nodding just now. She removed her arms from his grasp, causing him to scowl. He asserted, "Follow me," and started to walk. After a few minutes of strolling, they encountered the individuals she desired to avoid. “Ryleigh?” She whispered "Dad." It was her father and mother who were carrying her daughter. She is uncertain whether she will cry at that moment. Especially
Before arriving at the hotel, Ace never bothers Rye on their flights. The summit arranged for everything, from food to lodging. They will spend a week in California. At eight o'clock in the evening, he invited Rye to supper, but she declined. It is yet another sort of suffering for him. But what more could he do if she refused, claiming she was not hungry? Afterward, he spent the night alone. He decided to go to the bar in the restaurant where he had dinner. He then reached for some potent alcoholic beverages in an effort to forget his troubles. Ace was certain that it was Rye, not his past, that constantly caused his chest to clench. It took him days to grasp it. Since he met Rye, he has already let go of Margaret's memories and accepted everything from the past. When he had nearly consumed seven drinks, he decided to ascend to his chamber. When he reached their floor, he halted in front of Rye's room with the intention of knocking, but instead, he turned his back and entered the ro
"Why are you resigning, Lucas?" Keith's automobile was filled with the roar of his voice. They were on their way to the main office to hand over Lucas' resignation letter. Keith is unaware of his motive, but he is aware that it involves Hannah and Rye. “You can simply take a break without having to re—" Lucas said, "I've already chosen." His forehead contracted. “Why?” Lucas glanced at him before returning his attention to the road. "Do I need reasons for quitting?" he inquired. "Of course." He laughed with sarcasm. "I must only concentrate on the company. Individual investors are leaving the market. Hela also needs my focus. Perhaps these are sufficient grounds, right?" Keith let out a heavy sigh. "Well, the choice is yours. I am aware I cannot undo it." "I also wanted to recuperate fully from that accident and desperately wanted to retrieve those memories," he added. Keith nodded and remained silent till they arrived at the agency. It took only minutes for Lucas to submit
Rye spent all of her time in Ace's office, reading books and browsing the web. She was unable to comprehend Ace's actions. It seems like he's, her boyfriend. The manner in which he behaves as a possessive lover... being bipolar as a result of what occurred earlier—he is merely stating the obvious. And when she attempted to confront him, he would instantly change the subject. She sighed and glanced at her wristwatch, which revealed that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She looked at Ace and sighed once more. He is continuing to sign some documents that he was apparently unable to sign earlier due to distraction. She is curious as to why. She stood and adjusted her attire before approaching him. Ace then felt her presence, prompting him to look at her with a slightly furrowed brow. She inquired, "What time are we leaving for home?" Ace looked back over his actions. "I'm just going to complete this," he responded. She then nodded, placed her hand behind her back, and mo
After leaving the hospital, Rye and Abby proceeded to a coffee shop to discuss various matters. Abby exhales deeply and cannot look directly into Rye's eyes. Because she anticipated that her friend would inquire about her. "Your sigh is really disturbing, Abby. Seems you're nervous, huh?" Rye inquired while sipping her iced caramel coffee. She said, "I loathe the way you stared at me." Rye's brow furrowed as she nibbled on her onion toast. She added as she sipped her coffee, "I know you have a lot of questions running through your head right now, and I'm considering how to answer them." Rye let out a quiet chuckle. "You know me too well," she said. She gave a headshake. "I only wanted to ask one question. Do not fret," she added. At that moment, Abby scoffed. "You cannot deceive me. I anticipated that you would have additional questions following that." She even tapped the wooden table while laughing. “Amazing. Indeed, you're an agent," she confirmed, observing Abby's widening e