NoahArriving back at the mansion in Edendale brought a flood of emotions. The last time I stood here, I was consumed by grief and loss. My heart was shattered by the miscarriage. But now, as I stepped out of the car with Neil, I felt a bittersweet blend of sadness and gratitude.The mansion looked just as grand and imposing as I remembered. But it no longer seemed daunting. Neil’s small hand in mine anchored me to the present, reminding me of the life and love I now had. He gazed up at the mansion with wide eyes.“This is where you used to live, Mommy?” Neil asked, his voice filled with awe.I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Yes, Neil. This was my home for a long time.”We walked towards the entrance, and I couldn’t help but glance at the garden where so many memories, both happy and painful, lingered. The roses were in full bloom. Their fragrance mingled with the crisp air. I took a deep breath, allowing the scent to soothe my nerves.Inside, the familiar warmth of the mansio
NoahI stood by the window, gazing at the woman who might be my mother. My heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, she turned around and her blue eyes met mine.In that instant, something deep and ancient stirred within me. It was as if I was being pulled back in time. To a place so distant, yet oddly familiar. The room around me faded. All I could see were those piercing blue eyes, so much like my own.Suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely. The world around me was blurry and unfocused. I could hear muffled voices. A shadowy figure leaned over me, her face coming into view. I saw a pair of blue eyes, brimming with love and warmth. "My beautiful baby girl," her voice whispered, soft and full of emotion. "I love you..."The voice was like a lullaby, soothing and familiar. I felt a warmth in my chest, a sense of belonging I had never known. The memory was fleeting, but it left a profound impression on me. It was as if a part of me, buried deep within, had been awakened. I snapped b
Noah“Who are you?” Evelyn’s words echoed through my mind. My heart pounded in my chest. Searching for the courage to speak, I considered my options. Should I deny it? Or should I tell her the truth? But… What was the truth? Was I even sure she was my mother?I looked into her eyes. They were exactly the same as my own. Even the way her brow creased into an inquisitive frown reminded me of myself. Deep down, I knew. She was my mother. I was her daughter. There was no doubt about it.“I… I believe I am your daughter,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “I’ve always been told my mother died in childbirth.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to touch the birthmark, tracing its unique shape. “Noah,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s you. You’re my daughter.”The room seemed to spin around me. I sank into the chair, overwhelmed by the revelation. Evelyn—my mother—pulled me into a gentle embrace, her tears mingling with mine. “I’ve looked for you for so long,” she sobbed. “I
RaymondNoah said she would visit her mother today and come back before 6 p.m. But now it was 7:30 p.m., and she still wasn’t home. I had been trying to call her, but her phone was powered off. I had a bad feeling about this. But I had to be there for my son. I made dinner for three, hoping Noah would come home soon.“Where’s mommy?” Neil asked over his plate of pasta. A worried frown contorted his sweet little face. “You said she’d be home for dinner, Daddy. Didn’t you?”“Don’t worry, my son. She’s with uncle Owen. She’ll be home soon,” I replied with a reassuring smile.When she still didn’t arrive after dinner, I got really worried. I reassured myself that she was with Owen. He would know what happened. I called him.“Hello, Owen,” I said, my voice tense as he answered. “Is Noah with you now?”“Noah? Didn’t she come home already? She left 2 hours ago,” Owen’s confusion was palpable. “Wait, I have a bad feeling about this... Raymond, we must find her!”Anger surged through me. I had
NoahI felt a pounding headache and a giddy sensation. My mind was clouded and sluggish. It must have been caused by inhaling some kind of drug or gas. I remembered the taxi ride and the driver’s menacing laugh. I shivered. Was I kidnapped? Where did he take me? Who would do this to me? And why?My eyelids felt like they were weighed down. But I forced them open, blinking against the oppressive darkness. The room around me was barely illuminated by a thin ray of sunlight squeezing through a tiny, grimy skylight. Dust and the smell of mildew assaulted my senses.Panic set in as I realized I couldn't move my hands or legs. They were tightly bound. The rough rope bit into my skin every time I struggled. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The dirty room was filled with construction waste. Old wooden beams, broken tiles and other debris surrounded me. It was a mess, as if abandoned halfway through a project. The air was stale and suffocating."Help! Somebody help m
NoahOh no! Fate seemed to be conspiring against me. I was so close. How could I fail at the last minute! I prayed. I hoped someone could help me. But I knew there was no one but me. I had to do this alone.My heart pounded as I scrambled to push myself through the small window. I was so close to escaping! I couldn’t give up now. The sound of the man’s angry voice outside the door made my hands tremble."Sorry, I just kicked something. I'll be done soon," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. I hoped I sounded natural."You've got one minute left. Don't play games!" he threatened.I took a deep breath, relieved he hadn’t come in yet. I continued to squeeze through the window, the frame groaning under my weight. My foot slipped and sent a small cascade of rubble falling. The sound alerted the man. Just as I managed to squeeze halfway through, the door burst open.“Stop right there, you!” he yelled, rushing towards me.The adrenaline gave me the strength to pull myself up and ou
Raymond"Who paid you?!" I demanded, glaring at the man who was held tightly by bodyguards. His eyes darted around. He was searching for a way out. With the bar behind him, two bodyguards by his sides and Owen and I in front, he had nowhere to go. We had him cornered."I… I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong person. I was at work all day. I’m just having a drink at the bar," he stammered, trying to feign ignorance. Owen stepped forward. “Don’t play dumb. You’d better start talking, or else...” He gestured to the bodyguard. A powerful punch to the man’s stomach doubled him over, eliciting a scream of pain."If you don't tell us the truth, you'll face the consequences," I warned. The bodyguard grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look at me. My voice was cold and my patience was wearing thin. I had to save Noah. Every minute counted.“Well?” Owen asked with a threatening look in his eyes.The bodyguards were ready to strike again. They clenched the
NoahThe pounding in my head was relentless when I finally opened my eyes. I tried to remember what had happened. I was tricked by a woman, and then the kidnapper knocked me out. Now, I was back in the dark, musty room. I was tied up even tighter than before. The ropes bit into my skin. They were making any movement impossible. My clothes were completely ripped and disheveled.Did that guy do anything? No, I don't feel any pain except for my head… Thank goodness. Raymond. The thought of my love brought a brief moment of hope. Was he out there looking for me? He must be. He would pour every bit of money and power he had into finding me. “Please, Raymond. Help me…” I whispered into the dark.And Neil, my sweet boy. Was he crying, wondering where his mommy had gone? I missed him so much.Time dragged on. Exhaustion began to weigh me down. I hadn’t eaten all day. The lack of food and water was making me weak. I drifted in and out of consciousness. My mind was spinning with fear and worr