********************************************Alexander sat alone in his cabin, sipping whiskey directly from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the memory of Roslyn's smiling face alongside Chris. He knew Chris was just a good friend, genuinely caring for Roslyn, yet a pang of jealousy lingered, fueled b
Alexander's voice grew urgent. "Rose, answer me! What's happening?"The line remained silent, Roslyn's pleas stifled by the unknown assailant. Alexander's voice grew increasingly frantic as he called out Roslyn's name, but all he could hear was her labored breathing and muffled struggles. The sound
Alexander's SUV screeched through the streets as he desperately redialed Roslyn's number. Each attempt met with the same automated response: "The number you have dialed is currently switched off."Panic gripped Alexander's chest, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He knew he had to act fast.
Alexander's arm tightened around Roslyn's shoulders, offering comfort. Tyler's expression remained grim, his eyes fixed on the officer.The officer continued, "We'll review the security footage and speak with neighbors. We'll find out who this person is and why he targeted you."As the questioning c
Alexander's anger flared. "You think you're helping her, Chris? You're just enabling her to push me away."Roslyn intervened, her voice icy. "Chris is my friend, Alexander. He's supporting me through this difficult time. Unlike you, he's actually here for me."Alexander's eyes pleaded. "Rose, don't
I entered our shared bedroom, couldn't help but feel emptiness. I had just finished preparing breakfast for Alexander's family, a task that had become daily routine for me. But despite my efforts, I couldn't shake off feeling that I didn't belong here. They never considered me part of their family,
Alexander's words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. "Don't you dare to lie, Roselyn," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I know you very well. Lylah is not like you, okay? She's not cheap like you. So don't think I will trust you. This is your cheap trick."
I slowly opened my eyes; the bright hospital lights pierced through my brain, making me wince. But as my gaze fell upon the familiar face beside me, my pain and discomfort melted away. Chris, my childhood friend, my confidant, my protector, was sitting next to me, his eyes filled with concern and ca