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TINA Liam grabbed my chin bringing our lips together. The kiss took me by surprise. I stayed motionless in his arms as he sinfully explored my lips. Just like he grabbed me, he pushed me off the same way. This time, roughly. I gazed at the camera only to see that it had been turned off. I shifted further from him and held onto the couch staring everywhere except at him and his camera. “Go back upstairs to the room,” He ordered, not sparing me a glance. Like an obedient little lamb, I went up the stairs, happy to finally be away from him. Getting into the room, I settled down on the bed reminiscing on everything that had happened down there, from almost being bare before the world again to sharing a kiss with that disgusting trickster. My fingers subconsciously went up to my lips as I thought of the kiss. How his lips moved on mine, in the end, I felt sick and repulsed. He might have made me dance to his tones today, but I'll definitely get back at him, I swore to myself. Just then
RYAN The feeling of someone stirring next to me made my eyes flutter open, the soft feminine breathing of someone fanned my ear. I've always slept alone in my room, except for the few rare times Tina slept next to me. “Was Tina back?” I mumbled. Sleep cleared from my eyes instantly. “Maybe she realized how foolish denouncing her family was.” Smiling, I sat up to wake her up. When something caught my attention, the curtains, they weren't mine. In fact, the entire room looked nothing like mine. My eyes slowly went to the female next to me. It wasn't Tina and worst of all, she was naked. “What the fuck is she doing here and why is she naked?!” I asked myself, staring down at the lady sleeping next to me. My eyes trailed down my body and I gasped. “I was naked too!” “What the fuck happened and how did she end up naked in a hotel room with me. She was supposed to be in Australia right now. What the fuck is she doing in Las Vegas!” I panicked. “Calm down, Ryan!” I told myself. “Ho
LIAM The whole incident in my house yesterday was instigated by my brother. My zeal to deal with the Mills family played a big role too. I had a discussion with Lucas and he suggested I get Tina pregnant. Her family didn't just deal with me and my mum, but him too. According to him, his mum suffered badly, while pregnant with his younger sister who she got pregnant with, shortly before the Mills ended our father’s life. Hearing this made me think how evil the Mills family could possibly be. They were a perfect definition of sheep in wolf’s clothing. Although I was very quite skeptical with the idea of getting Tina Mills pregnant and making her suffer, I mean even if she came from a fucked up family, if I should impregnate her, I'll be tied to that fucked up family, knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to ignore my child. “You can always take the child from her by force. You tricked her into signing a marriage document, you can always make her sign the child’s custody to you,” Lucas had
TINA Seated on the bed with my fingers clutching the duvet tightly on my chest, I watched my tormentor exit the room, my lips quivered, my body trembled, and I broke down the moment he shut the door. A tormented scream erupted from me, I've been abused, not just once but twice. I had no one to tell me is gonna be alright. No one to tell me that I didn't deserve all these. I was all alone, locked up in this fucked up building, not even a phone to communicate with the outside world. I felt like ripping my throat apart and ending it all. I keep suffering and going through torture each day with no idea what the fuck I did wrong to deserve this. I felt used, dirty and humiliated. Feeling too filthy, I rose from the bed and pushed myself into the bathroom. I needed to get rid of every trace of that bastard’s hand on me. I stood under the shower, the cold water, running down my skin. Washing away the feels of his hands, the traces of his sickening kisses, the remnants of his fucked up fluid
Ryan It has been over a week since the incident at the hotel happened. One whole week of trying to find the perpetrator with no positive result. One whole week of living as carefully as I can. I had succeeded in meeting the client I was sighting after and had signed the business deal with him. In a month or two the collaboration will kick off and would yield the company billions of dollars. I was looking to start up another branch of the company here in Las Vegas. To show whoever was after me that they couldn't break me, no matter how hard they tried. Seated in my seat, inside my office, I stared blankly at my laptop screen, with no zeal to do any work. My head was clouded with thoughts and I couldn't lift a finger. My office door was suddenly pushed open, I didn't bother looking up to see who it was, as I knew only one person could do that, Tiffany, my girlfriend. After spending the night with my crush from my teenage years, I made her my girlfriend. I couldn't let the opportunity
LIAM Shocked would be an understatement of the emotions that rushed through me the moment I saw my private investigator's body being lifted into an ambulance. It was hard to believe that someone who had just contacted me to meet up suddenly got murdered. Thinking of it now, I realized he had sounded scared the entire time we spoke before this shit happened. I had been too daft to point out that fear. “Who could have ended his life?” I kept asking myself Initially, I wanted to rule it as him being murdered by one of his other clients, probably because he found out something he shouldn't have, but the text he sent me proved that I was related to whatever ended his life. But what could it be? Lost in thought, I had turned back and drove home to put my thoughts together, only to meet Tina acting up. I was already stressed and angered, her act added irritation to the list and I felt like strangling her. After bundling her into the house and having a heated verbal exchange with her. I m
LIAM. “Tina!” The name tore from my lips at the sight before me. There on the floor was my wife, lifeless. White foam leaving her mouth as she vibrated and shook while clutching onto a white container. “No, no, no,” I cried and rushed to her, upon recognizing the container. “It was rat poison.” One of the housekeepers had unintentionally let a rat in here some years back and had gotten the rat poison to get rid of it. After her grandson, whom she brought to work, almost swallowed the poisonous pills, I locked it up in here. Why didn't I think of that before locking Tina in here?” “Tina! Baby, please don't do this. Why would you do this?” I cried, clutching her convulsing body in my arms. “Get 911!” I yelled at my guards who watched in confusion. Just as I was yelling, her body became limp, the convulsion stopped and her eyes stayed open, blank and lifeless. “No, baby. Don't do this, please!” The words left my mouth on their own accord. “I'm sorry, I've been a fool. I'll chang
ONE YEAR LATER LIAM It has been a year since that incident. One whole year of regretting, tormenting and resenting myself. Each day, I'm reminded of how I caused Tina’s death. I live in guilt and self-hate. I was the reason for her demise, she died at such a young age, all because of me. Sitting there, in my office. My thoughts trailed to that horrible day, everything unfolded. “I'm sorry sir, she didn't make it,” the nurse’s words resonated in my head. “What?” That day, I watched them wheel my wife out of the OT, covered and lifeless. I had broken down and screamed, held her cold hands and bawled my eyes out, but it was of no use. She was gone. “You bastard, what did you do to make her end her life like this,” Ethan had yelled that day and attacked me. Punching and hitting me with whatever he could grab. I left the hospital that day, battered and bloody. Ethan and his mum denied me access to Tina’s body. That was the last time I saw her. During her funeral, I wasn't allowed in
TINA You might say I made the wrong decision, you might say I needed a break from everyone, but I, Tina Mills say I don't. Yes, everyone close to me has hurt me in one way or the other, but getting hurt is one of the things that makes us stronger. I was finally at peace with everyone and held no grudge whatsoever against anyone, my past hurtful memories were forgotten and I no longer had a place to dwell. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Liam and I were now officially married! Our wedding was tagged as the most expensive wedding in the history of Sydney! We moved into our new house, a house Liam and I jointly built to raise our family in. “Mama!” Blake’s piercing voice echoed, separating me from my straying thoughts. “What's up little man,” I bumped fists with him. “Grandma is calling you,” he pointed in the direction of the kitchen. My entire family and I were on vacation. Dad, Liam, Victor and Ryan were playing video games in the living room, mum, Tiffany and Aunt Hailey were i
TINA It's been over six months since Lucas’ demise, six long months since everything died down. Lucas had been buried a day after he died. Liam was gloomy for a few days after his passing, which I didn't mind. At this moment, everything had gone back to the way it used to be before all the unfortunate incidents. Only a few things had changed, I was no longer the single spoilt princess of the Mills family, I was a wife and a mother now. “Mama,” Blake’s tiny voice resonated next to me validating what I had just said. “Blakey,” I smiled, pinching his nose. I picked him up from the floor and twirled him around. “Mama!” He giggled loudly. My little boy is now a year and a few months old. He has even started walking and spends half of his day going in and out of every corner of the house, he literally knows the entire house like his palms. “Where have you been Blakey?” I asked, settling down on the bed and placing him on my thigh. “I shall go down with Liar,” he giggled. “You mean yo
TINA Ever since that day Liam left the house to go find Lucas, I never felt comfortable. I was worried and uneasy. It was so bad that I couldn't even eat. Leah and Riley tried their best to help me calm down but I couldn't, I was just too worried. Each day I cling to Blake crying my eyes out. “Liam is a strong guy, he will definitely come back,” Leah sang these words like a song to me every passing day. Just yesterday, I was seated in the living room watching the door and waiting for the moment Liam would show up when the door was pushed open and Ethan walked in, alone. Seeing him walking towards me alone while he left here with many others filled my heart with uneasiness. “Where are the others?” I had asked. He sat me down and explained everything that transpired while they were out. “And Liam, where is he?” I asked, gazing at the door. “He decided to stay in the hospital with Lucas, he survived the hit.” I didn't know how to feel, It was all too much to take in and process.
TWO DAYS LATER LIAM It's been two days now since Lucas got out of the Operation theatre, two days since he was put down on this bed, two days since he failed to open his charming blue eyes. I haven't had any sleep since the day everything unfolded, I haven't even gone home yet. Guilt was eating me up, for some reason, I kept blaming myself for letting things get like this. Lucas didn't deserve this, he got deceived. Marcus should be the one lying here in pain. These few days, I regretted pulling the trigger and ending Marcus that way. He had a way too easy death and I blamed myself for it. He deserved to gnash his teeth in anguish and cry out for help which wouldn't ever get to him. But sadly, I gave him an easy death. Sighing, I put my head down on the bed next to Lucas. “I should have tried harder to convince you. You wouldn't have chosen this path if I did that. I'm a terrible brother,” I cried. “Just open your eyes, Lucas,” I pleaded, grabbing his nearly cold hands. “Let go o
LIAM One moment I was downcast and was about to cry about Lucas’ sudden passing, then the next, someone more shallow minded appeared. It broke my heart that he used poor Lucas this way and discarded him. I wondered if this would have been my fate if I never did a proper investigation into the cause of my father’s death. I stood still watching Marcus utter despicable words and confession of his multiple crimes. Each minute of standing there made me feel like shredding him to pieces but then I was powerless at the moment. When he revealed how he was indeed the one behind my dad’s death and everything thereof, I made a resolution in my heart at that moment. “Marcus’ blood will be spilled by me.” Anger and disgust bubbled inside of me with each passing minute, I watched him send out his men to attack Ryan and me. He stood at a distance watching us, probably to see how his men would rip us apart. In one swift move, I pulled out my gun from under my pants and pointed it at the men w
LIAM “Do you still want to do it alone?” Ryan asked. His words made me pause in my tracks and turn to him. “I'll do anything to keep my wife and son safe, even if it means teaming up with you. I promised my wife I would get rid of Lucas and I'll go to any lengths to fulfill that promise.” Ryan stayed silent for a while, just gazing at me. “Are we going to capture Lucas or do you want to keep staring like you've suddenly fallen in love with me?” I asked, eying him unpleasantly. He snarled at me, then began walking away. I followed him. “There is no car available,” he muttered. Ethan and the rest of us had visited here prior to today and I knew there was a little garage behind the building, I also knew where the car keys were. We had taken a safety precaution of fleeing, just in case things went haywire. “Wait here, I'll go get a car,” I muttered. Walking into the house, I randomly grabbed a key and headed for the garage, the key turned out to be that of a Maserati MC20. I go
Ryan I have been tracking my dad’s movement the entire time. My dad is someone who would do anything for the sake of his children. Considering how Tiffany wasn't his, but just my wife, I knew he was okay with using her as bait just to keep my mother and all of us safe. Starting from the moment they all agreed to use Tiffany as bait, I was upset, even mad that my gullible wife agreed to it. I mean, there is a possibility that she will lose her life in the process of being used as bait. I threatened to divorce her, just to make sure she didn't do it, but both she and I knew I wouldn't be able to divorce her. Earlier today, Tiffany suddenly went missing. It scared the hell out of me. I searched the entire house for her but she seemed to have disappeared into thin air and this was on the day I had found out my dad and the others planned to get Lucas. “They took Tiffany with them,” I concluded. Anger coursed through my veins and I rushed into my car. Instantly tracking my dad’s locat
LIAM Things got all serious the moment we all got into the car. We had chosen one vehicle as it seemed more convenient and allowed us all to communicate easily. “What's up with Lucas, he hasn't made any move yet,” I muttered staring down at the screen that showed Luacs pacing up and down a shabby looking room. “He got a call earlier and is waiting for help to get to him. Help is already on its way to him,” Ethan said. “We have just a problem,” Victor said. “His men.” He fell for the phone call and thinks a rescue vehicle is coming for him. “How about we send the police to him?” Tina’s dad suggested, but Ethan and I were quick to push the suggestion aside. “He gets help from the police,” Ethan muttered. “You should have seen how the police tried to protect his impersonator the night I ended his life.” “That dude has the police backing him up.” “You didn't actually kill the guy, right?” I asked, staring at Ethan “You know, when you have loved ones to protect, you'll be willing
LIAM I wanted to break the news of my sudden and urgent departure to Tina the moment I got home, but I didn't want to sadden her. The way she clung to my body, how she confessed her Love for me, all made me stall time. Even though I knew leaving was inevitable. I had planned with Ethan and the others on how to deal with Lucas and we came up with a plan to go away from our families while dealing with that Psycho. If we ever succeeded in capturing Lucas and keeping him in our house, it meant danger for our loved ones. Thankfully, Ethan had a hideout where he had hidden himself since the shooting incident to convince everyone that he was at the hospital. The moment Ethan and the others showed up and broke the news of my departure to Tina, her eyes became gloomy but then, she had that look of understanding on her face. The look that read “ I understand you're doing all these for me.” She had followed me into my room to help me pack up without saying a word to me. Facing my closet and