“Please don’t hurt me, I will do anything you want me to, I will not tell anyone anything. I swear on my life, I don’t want to die please” I pleaded, it was the least I could do in a situation like this. After all that I had seen, I knew I was nothing to him than just another body that he could drop dead. I closed my eyes hoping and praying that he would spare my life. “Anything?” I hear him say and I open my eyes immediately. Was he accepting my offer, was he going to spare my life. He was already standing in front of me, I had to tilt my head backwards a great deal to catch a glimpse of his face. “Yes anything” I nodded my head.
View MoreEthan’s knuckles had turned red the moment he stepped out of the car, his fingers clenched so tightly that the veins beneath his skin protruded like strained cables. He flexed his hand absently, a futile attempt to shake off the tension that seemed embedded too deep to dislodge. The car ride had been mortifying, the low hum of conversation between John and Carlo barely registering. Their voices melded into the background—mere noise compared to the chaos raging inside his head.Darla.She had been right there. Right in front of him. And yet, the instant their eyes met, she had turned and fled. As if he were something to be avoided. As if he were nothing.How many times was she going to keep running from him?A sharp exhale left him, his jaw tightening with barely restrained frustration. He could never forget that face—those eyes, the way her lips parted in that fleeting second before she bolted like a coward. His chest burned with something raw and unnameable.Anger?Frustration?Pain?
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock waked Darla up. She groaned, her hand fumbling blindly across the nightstand until her fingers closed around her phone. Squinting against the harsh light of the screen, her eyes widened at the numbers glaring back at her.9:12 AM.Panic jolted her up, sending a violent pulse of pain through her skull.Shit. Shit. Shit.Her meeting was at 10 AM. She was supposed to wake up early, go over her notes one last time—not drown herself in alcohol and pass out fully dressed. The nausea hit first, causing the room to spin dangerously. Gritting her teeth, Darla pressed her fingers to her temples as if that could somehow hold her brain together.This is what you get, Darla.The floor tilted beneath her feet as she stumbled into the bathroom. She barely registered the icy chill of the shower before a sharp gasp tore from her throat. The shock of cold water slammed into her, dulling the pounding in her head just enough to think.You don’t have time for this.S
Revenge is a slow burn—a fire that starts deep in your gut and spreads until it consumes everything in its path.People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out.But they never talk about the rush.The satisfaction.The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble under the weight of their own sins.Darla never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight.She had seen the way their expressions twisted—first shock, then anger, then finally settling into pure hatred.At least, hers did.Esther.God, she hated Darla.It was written all over her perfectly painted face, hidden beneath layers of artificial charm. The way she clutched Roy’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve as if Darla were a ghost who had returned to haunt her.And maybe she had.Maybe she wanted to be.She couldn’t stand Esther.Not just because she had married Darla’s fiancé, but because she had stolen the life Darla was supposed to have. The love. The family she had envisioned.Esther h
Roy Claus was still pisded about his anniversary being ruined, his entire world was unraveling in the span of a single night.After four years of silence, four years of pretending she never existed, of pushing her memory into the darkest corners of his mind—she came back.And she wrecked everything.The sound of shattering glass still echoed in his head.His perfect night—ruined. He could step out and face the guests, he felt so ashamed.A soft touch landed on his arm.“Roy…”Esther called him.Her voice was gentle, careful—too careful. As if she were willing the room to forget what had just happened, to pretend that Darla hadn’t just torn open a wound that was never meant to heal.Roy turned to her sharply, his hand grabbing her wrist before he even realized what he was doing.She flinched.“What the hell did she mean?” he raked, demanding answers he wasn’t sure he wanted.But he needed them.He couldn't forget the scene where Darla whispered into her ears, it made him feel like he wa
It has been four years.Four years since Darla left. Since she walked away from everything she once knew, boarded that plane with nothing but heartbreak, regret, and a horrible past.Now, she was back.The moment she stepped off the plane, she felt the familiar uneasiness. The chill stung against her skin, but she welcomed it. She slowly took deep breaths.Darla never thought she would return. Not after everything. Not after the way she left.But she had to.There were things she had left behind. Loose ends that needed tying. Ghosts that refused to rest. And now, she was finally ready to face them.People often warned that revenge was dangerous—a poison that consumed its wielder just as much as its target. They spoke of it as if it was something to be feared, something to resist.But what they never told you—what no one ever admitted—was how intoxicating it was.The thrill.The satisfaction of watching everything unfold exactly as planned.For four years, Darla had watched. Waited. Ke
Darla walked down the aisle, her white dress flowing around her like a ghost of the wedding she was never meant to have. It wasn’t a bridal gown—not exactly—but it was close enough to make a statement. A statement she intended to make.She could feel Roy’s glare, burning into her, filled with a rage barely contained beneath him. A part of her—a quieter, more rational part—warned that this was reckless, that she was walking straight into the lion’s den.But she had already lost too much and she would not let Roy stand at that altar, smiling over the evil he had caused her.As she moved closer, her gaze moved to Ethan, standing just behind Roy. His face was indifferent, his posture stiff.Staring at him gave her confidence, his eyes held support for her in a way she couldn’t understand.Then there was her.Mrs. Claus.The woman’s glare could melt through steel. Her pearl necklace sat primly around her neck, her hair was pristine, not a single strand was out of place, but none of it softe
Darla’s eyes opened to a new environment. It took her a minute to confirm that it was a hospital. The doctor in front of her opened and the doctor walked in, his face full of pity as he stared at her. Dread formed on her face as she embraced her heart for the worse. “Did anything happen to my baby?” Her voice barely escaped. The doctor hesitated, his gaze lowering for a moment before he spoke. “I’m sorry, miss… but you lost the baby.” The words slammed into her, knocking the air from her lungs. Her heart clenched, the ache expanding, suffocating. A strangled sob tore through her as tears trickled down her cheeks. It hurt her to know that a child that she could have loved dearly was already gone before she could show thy child the world. Maybe it was for the best, probably the world’s was of telling her that she wasn’t ready. Just as the thoughts rumbled in her head, another thought caught her attention. Ethan.He was in the wreckage with her, what happened to him?“What about
“That’s not my baby.” Roy yelled to the woman in front of him.Darla stood frozen as his words brushed past her, not only did he yell at her but he also denied her baby. All eyes landed on her, her body stilled at the moment, she couldn’t move. She thought she had misheard him but apparently she didn’t. His voice was loud enough to have heard him correctly. “What?” The word barely escaped her lips, as her body trembled.Roy glared back at her, no hesitation in his stance. No second-guessing. Instead, he repeated himself, louder this time, ensuring that everyone in the room heard him.“That is not my baby.”The air became too thick for Darla to catch a breath . She felt as thought she was staring at a dream. A man she had loved for years, the man she had trusted with everything, was looking at her as though she were a stranger—no, worse, a liar.As if denying the pregnancy was not enough, his next words broke her into pieces.“Do you think you can trap me with this?”Darla was stunn
Mr. Bennett’s body sagged in the chair, his wrists raw and bleeding against the tight restraints. His head hung low, trembling from the cold. His breathing was shallow—each inhale felt like fire in his lungs. Dare stood over him, arms crossed, face cold as stone. His patience was thin—dangerously thin. “Start talking,” he ordered, “Why did you do it?” Mr. Bennett swallowed hard, his throat dry and aching. He knew there was no point in lying now. Dare had already broken every ounce of pride he had left. There was no escape—no bargaining. Only the truth might buy him a little more time. “We—” He coughed, his voice shaky. “We needed to get him out of the way. The mayor.” Dare’s expression didn’t change, but the tension in the room grew heavier. “Why?” Mr. Bennett licked his cracked lips, his heart pounding against his ribs. “He… he was a problem,” he confessed. “The mayor—he had too much power. Too many eyes on everything. We couldn’t make the moves we wanted while he was still
Sky I hold my mouth shut with my hands as I shiver watching the horror unfold in front of me. Secluded in such a dark area had hidden me from participating in the trauma of my life but my eyes were not shielded from it as I watched it all unfold. Standing in the room was five men, four of them dressed in black while one of them, tall and husky wore a grey pant and a black shirt, his build was bigger despite being hidden under that oversized shirt. A couple of inches taller than all the men in the room, it was easy to know he was the leader of the group. Right in the middle of them was the Klaus family, his wife and his 24 year old daughter who was the same age as me. “Do you have any idea who I am?” Mr Klaus demanded, his breathing heaved. His eyes daring as he stared at the men before him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” the man replied, he leaned on the wall with his left leg raised up. A smug look on his face as he flicked through his fingers. “How dare you co...
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