Empty. That’s what the hallway is, provoking my heart to hammer against my chest. Marius pulls me inside our suite and locks the door."Someone may have mistaken our suite for theirs," Marius says.Though I hope he’s right, there’s a nagging feeling that refuses to loosen its grip on me. I try to steel myself, reminding myself that I’m here to unwind, not to be more distressed.When Sammy finally wakes up, I throw myself into the rest of the day's activities, determined to shake off the unease.We head to Tokyo Disneyland. A giddy sense of wonder rushes through me as Sammy squeals with delight on the rides. I feel like a child again, experiencing something I’ve never known. My adoptive parents always left me behind during their vacations only taking their biological son with them, claiming I needed to focus on my studies for a better future, even during summer breaks. Now that I’m a mother, I’m grateful that Sammy can experience this, to have fun and create memories that’ll fill
My heart pounds in my chest as the dreamlike haze refuses to lift. No, this isn't a nightmare; it’s a horrifying reality! Carter is still alive! B-but, how did he survive such an explosion?!Desperation surges through me as I writhe against Carter’s iron hold, my muffled cries for Marius turning into silent prayers."You're mine, so is Sammy. No one can ever have you,” he hisses. As Carter attempts to lift me from the bed, I manage to loosen his hand just enough to scream, "Marius!" Marius stirs. The moment he comprehends the scene before him, his eyes widen in alarm. Quickly, Carter releases me and lunges at him. And the room erupts into chaos as they clash.My first instinct is to protect Sammy, so I dart to his bed, scooping him up into my arms. Sammy wakes up then wails, prompting me to hold him tighter.For a moment, I just watch Marius in horror, can’t think of anything to do to help him.I can't just stand here! I have to do something!I bolt towards the telephone on the be
CARTER’S POV: Sammy’s babysitters stand fearfully and guilty at the edge of the room. "Hazel has probably read my love letter to her by now. Bring her to me too, and I'll give your families back to you,” I say.Without words, the babysitters hurry out of my ‘hideout’ to fulfill my demand.I turn my attention to Sammy who makes my heart swell with love and joy. His initial fear of my scarred appearance fades away, replaced by the familiar giggles and playful energy we once shared. The thoughts of Marius, having this moment, ignites a smoldering anger within me. He has no right to act like Sammy’s father. It’s only my right alone.My family will be complete again, and I’ll help Hazel rebuild my… I mean, our company.I kiss Sammy’s forehead, then whispers, "You'll see your mother soon, and we'll be very happy."I gently lay Sammy down on my bed as he drifts to sleep, covering him with a blanket. He’s my carbon copy; every contour of his face is me. But when I look at myself in the cr
MARIUS’ POV: This has to be the place. Standing outside Carter and Hazel’s old apartment door, I glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of the undercover officers and my disguised bodyguards as passersby. When they give me the signal, I knock on the door. I wait, straining to hear any sign of movement from within. But there’s nothing. The babysitters are possibly being cautious. Or possibly Carter is inside, holding them hostage. The lock requires both a password and biometrics, so I’m left with kicking the door with all my might to get in. It swings open after several kicks, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud.I rush inside. The officers and my bodyguards follow suit. But it’s empty. There’s no sign of anyone having been here recently.“Damn it,” I hiss, fists clenching.Did I make a mistake? Carter has several apartments, but this is the only one he allowed Hazel to use during their marriage. “We’ll check the security footage, see if we can find any clues a
HAZEL’S POV: It's time to go and save my Sammy! I wait until I’m certain Marius and papa are gone. Then, I open my eyes and spit out the sedative pills I’ve hidden beneath my tongue. The babysitters’ surrender is a ruse, orchestrated by Carter to lure Marius and papa away from me. That’s written as my instruction on how to get to him at the back of the note I found in Sammy’s crib. I consider telling Marius and papa the truth, but I’m scared that if I do, Carter will find out before we can capture him. I can’t risk the possibility of never seeing my Sammy again. The mansion is full of bodyguards and staff, all under strict orders to keep me safe, but contained. So I have to be very careful with my every move. Slipping out of the bedroom, I navigate the corridors, avoiding the main areas where the bodyguards and staff will be most vigilant. I then make my way to the back door where I spot one of the bodyguards’ cars. Its heavily tinted windows provide the perfect cover. I hop i
There’s nobody to blame here, but me! I let my desperation cloud my judgment. But dealing with my mistakes won’t do me any good. What I need now is to find a way out! Sitting in front of a vanity mirror, I can’t control my tears from streaming down my face. The makeup artist sighs loudly, her patience wearing thin. "Just because I'm cashing out a big payment for this, doesn't mean you have the right to make my job harder."My hands clench in my lap, and hiss back, "Then leave me alone! If you don't, I may do something to you that you'll regret!"The makeup artist falters. "I-I can't. J-just let me do my job, and be done with it."My eyes suddenly land on the makeup artist's phone, placed on the bedside table. And an idea crops up in my mind. I abruptly sit up, and begin hurling objects around the room in a fit of rage. Perfume bottles, brushes, and even flower vases flow through the air, clattering against the floor.When I’m close enough, I snatch the phone and quickly hide it in
No matter how much I despise him, I can't bring myself to kill him! Carter is stunned, staring at me. I fired the shot, but it went past him, hitting the wall behind him. And I hate myself for leaving him unscathed when I already had the chance to end it all for good!I collapse to the floor, tears streaming down my face. The thought of Sammy flashes in my mind. If I don't have him, I may have taken my own life to escape this torment instead!Carter slowly kneels down beside me, his expression softening. He then gently takes the gun from my trembling hands. I flinch at his touch but am too drained to even resist.Then Carter wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "Thank you, and I'm sorry."Though he sounds genuine, his words are meaningless if he continues to keep me and Sammy as his prisoners.Carter scoops me into his arms and carries me upstairs to my bedroom. "I need some time alone. Leave," I say, not looking him in the eyes.Without argument, he leaves.I curl up
I refuse to speak, let alone glance at any of the Whitlocks' faces. It makes my stomach churns to pretend that I’m happy being around them.Sammy has already been taken to his room by the maids. I attempt to excuse myself from the dining table to be with Sammy, but Elmyra…"Please, Hazel, join us," she insists with a brittle smile.I can only sigh, I’m too exhausted to argue. I’m not in need of welcoming anything that’ll only drain my little-to-nothing strength, so I stay. Surprisingly, Elmyra proactively cooks the dinner. I’ve never seen her near the stove or even touch any kitchen utensils before. I hope the meal will taste as bad as her attitude, so Reeve and Carter won't enjoy it.Elmyra sets the pot of the beef stew on the table with that same brittle smile she’s been wearing since arriving here, which irritates me. Her fakeness continues as she first and only serves me, letting the men scoop their own portions. As we eat, Elmyra turns to Carter. "I’m so happy you’re alive, C