SebastianThe room is silent, but the air feels thick, like something heavy is pressing down on us. Eric is staring at me, his green eyes wide with panic.His gaze pierces me, searching for an answer I don’t have the strength to give.“What is it, Sebastian?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet like a knife. “What did they say?”I swallow hard, my throat dry.My hand trembles as I lower the phone, its screen going dark.I can feel the weight of his stare, the tension growing with each passing second.“Sebastian!” Eric’s voice rises, frantic now. “What’s going on? Say something!”I open my mouth, but the words don’t come.My chest tightens, and my knees feel weak.The walls seem to close in around me, and before I can stop myself, I’m sinking to the ground.My legs give out completely, and I collapse onto my knees, the phone slipping from my hand and clattering to the floor.“Sebastian!” Eric is by my side in an instant, gripping my shoulders. “What the hell is going on? Talk
SebastianThe morning light seeps through the glass walls of my penthouse, too soft and warm for the weight in my chest. My phone buzzes on the counter, the sound slicing through the silence.I grab it immediately, my pulse quickening when I see the name. Agnes.We can meet today. But make sure Christopher isn’t watching me.That’s easy today. James Alexander is already here.“Dad’s on his way up,” Eric announces as he walks into the kitchen, his tone almost casual, like we didn’t spend the night spiralling in fear and guilt.“Should we, like, get breakfast or something?” I ask, my nerves making my words uneven.My hands are clammy, and I wipe them on my pants, trying to ignore the anxiety clawing at me.Eric chuckles, opening the fridge. “Dad makes breakfast,” he says, as if that’s supposed to calm me.But it doesn’t.Not even close.My mind flashes back to the last time I met James Alexander—the blow he landed across my face still feels fresh, and I can almost hear the scorn in his
ChristopherThe noise outside my office pulls me from my thoughts. A muffled voice, high-pitched and frantic, pierces through the heavy oak door."You can't go in!" my assistant screams, her voice shaky with panic.“Move.” A second voice, deep and commanding, cuts through her protests.I push back from my desk, my chest tightening as I stride toward the door. My footsteps echo in the quiet office, the tension in the air thick enough to choke me.“What the hell is going on?” I bark, yanking the door open, ready to reprimand whoever thought they could disrupt my morning.But I stop dead in my tracks.Shit.Standing there, just outside my office, is James Alexander.His broad frame fills the hallway, his shoulders squared in a pristine dark suit that looks like it cost more than my car.The cowboy hat perched on his head casts a shadow over his sharp, weathered features, but not enough to hide the cold fire in his eyes.His boots—polished, pointed, and scuffed just enough to show he’s wo
SebastianThe roar of the engine hums under me as I punch the gas, the force pressing me back into the seat.The tension in my chest eases—just slightly—with each mile we put behind us. The winding streets blur past, the steady growl of the car calming my racing thoughts.But no amount of speed can untangle the knots in my stomach."Do you think Agnes has anything useful?" Eric asks from the passenger seat, breaking the silence."What do I think?" I glance at him briefly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I hope she does. God knows we need something."Eric hesitates, then asks the question I’ve been asking myself all day.“Do you think there’s any chance…any at all…that Elizabeth’s back?”I shake my head. The idea is too good to be true, and we both know it. “That would be a miracle,” I admit quietly. “But miracles don’t happen when Christopher’s involved.”Eric nods solemnly, his face grim. “Still, we can hope.”Hope. I cling to the word, but it feels paper-thin in my hands.This
ChristopherThe tires screech as I pull into the long driveway of my estate.The roaring engine echoes my frustration, but it does nothing to calm me.How the hell did James Alexander find out that Elizabeth is missing?The thought loops in my head like a bad song, over and over, until I want to scream.It doesn’t make sense. I planned this perfectly. Every move, every detail—I was meticulous. Yet somehow, James, that smug bastard, knows something.I slam my fist against the steering wheel, the sharp pain grounding me for a moment.“Shit!” I scream, my voice echoing in the car.I pull up to the house and kill the engine, but I don’t move.I sit there, my mind racing. James Alexander wasn’t supposed to be in the picture.Not now.I made sure Elizabeth was isolated, didn’t I?I convinced her that her family never cared.The memory of her tear-streaked face surfaces, and for a moment, guilt flickers in the corner of my mind.But I squash it down, bury it deep where it can’t touch me.I r
ChristopherMy heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. My palms are clammy, my breaths too shallow, too quick. This cannot be happening. Not now. Not like this.I pace back and forth in the cold hallway outside the padded room, the doctor’s words echoing in my head.“She’s awake.” Awake. The word feels heavy, like a stone sinking into my gut. It’s one thing to hope Elizabeth is dead—it’s cleaner, final. But ordering her and her unborn child to be killed? That’s a line I can’t cross.I can’t do it.I won’t do it.“Get it together,” I hiss under my breath, raking my hands through my hair.My reflection in the small, smudged window of the door catches my eye. My tie is slightly askew, my shirt wrinkled, my face pale.I look as shaken as I feel.“Go in there and find out what she knows,” I tell myself, my voice barely audible. That’s all I need to do. Find out what she remembers. Nothing more.Taking a deep breath, I push the door open cautiously.The padded roo
ChristopherI pace the length of the dining room, my fists clenched so tightly my nails bite into my palms. The fury bubbling inside me feels like a volcano ready to erupt."I can’t believe that man has the nerve to threaten me in my own house," I shout, my voice echoing off the walls.I slam a hand onto the table, the crystal glasses rattling in protest.“Calm down, Christopher,” Celia says, her tone dripping with annoyance as she lounges in one of the chairs, whisky glass in hand.She’s watching me like I’m some unruly child throwing a tantrum. “He’s bluffing. James Alexander doesn’t have anything on you.”I whirl around to face her, my teeth grinding together. “On us, Mother. Don’t forget that.” My voice is sharp and biting, and it makes her flinch slightly. “This mess isn’t just mine to clean up. James Alexander is our problem.”She snorts, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.“James Alexander is your problem now. If it’s too much for you to handle, maybe you should let Celeste
ChristopherI sit at the head of the long conference table, fingers drumming against the polished wood.My heartbeat thunders in my chest, but I keep my face calm and controlled. This is my house. My company. I can’t afford to lose my cool—not now, not with the sharks circling.One by one, they walk in: shareholders, board members, vultures in tailored suits, their faces unreadable but their intentions clear. Power. Money. Control.Sebastian strolls in next, flanked by a man he introduced to me as Eric.Eric has the kind of face that’s hard to trust—sharp, calculating eyes, a permanent smirk etched on his lips. My stomach churns as I watch them settle into their seats.Across the room, I catch Celeste’s gaze. Her calm exterior doesn’t fool me. The way she fiddles with her pen, the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth—she’s just as uneasy as I am.More people file in, and then Celia walks in, head held high, her presence commanding the room. She doesn’t even look at me as she takes
ElizabethThe air is warm, and the whispers in the wind carry a gentle melody that wraps around me like a soft embrace.It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since the world stopped spinning so fast.A year of peace, happiness, and love. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth fill my lungs, and I can almost forget the pain that once consumed me.My father finally let me leave, and Sebastian had bought us a beautiful manor.He said it was the last thing Sarah had requested before she vanished.So far, she has kept her word and hasn’t returned. I glance around the garden, where flowers bloom in vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the darkness that once surrounded my life.We finally named our son Michael James Valdez, and Edward is more than happy to have two more siblings.The Bell name is nothing but a bad memory now, a shadow that lingers in the corners of my mind.But as I stand here, reading Christopher’s name out loud, I can still feel the pain and anger just below the surface.
Sebastian“Sarah!” I exclaim, the name escaping my lips like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “So you came here, the last place I saw you before you pretended to be dead.” My voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. “I did. You’re the only person who knows it, and I knew you would come searching at some point,” she explains, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.I walk over and sit opposite her, the familiar surroundings of the manor bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. “The last time we were here…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she looks around, lost in thought.“You were cheating on me throughout,” I interject, the bitterness rising in my throat.“I was,” Sarah confirms, her gaze unwavering.“Why?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.“I don’t know, Sebastian. I loved Christopher, and I thought you could make me forget him. Turned out I was wrong,” she admits, her voice softening.“You co
SebastianThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the ranch as Elizabeth and I sit on the porch. The wooden boards creak softly beneath us, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees.I glance at her, taking in the way the light dances in her hair, and I can’t help but feel a sense of peace, even amidst the chaos that has surrounded us.“I don’t think my father will ever let me leave this ranch again,” Elizabeth says, her voice tinged with frustration.“I know I wouldn’t,” I reply, releasing a long sigh.The weight of everything hangs heavy in the air between us. Things are awkward; the last time we were together, I didn’t know I had a son.When I asked her to marry me, she didn’t give me an answer. Everything has been a roller coaster since then—me being kidnapped, ending up shot and in a coma, and then her being kidnapped and almost dying. It’s been a whirlwind, and I can’t shake the feeling that we’re still caught in the storm.“So, I have a so
ElizabethThe dirt is cold beneath me. My body aches, every breath dragging fire through my chest. But I keep moving. I drag myself forward, inch by inch, the rough ground scraping against my skin. Smoke curls through the air ahead, thick and choking. I can see the commotion now—shadows moving, voices raised. I am so close. My lips part to call out, but the effort is too much. My body gives out. Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. ……..Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven? I inhale slowly, my chest rising with ease. The air smells familiar—clean linen, fr
ElizabethShe looks different. Red hair. Green eyes. Lighter somehow, as if the weight of the past has peeled away all parts that were Celeste. But the anger—oh, the anger—is still there. It simmers beneath her skin, sharp and blistering.Sarah tilts her head, lips curling in amusement."Elizabeth, it seems you are a glutton for punishment." Her voice is the same. Cold. Mocking. A phantom from a life I barely remember. I struggle for breath, my ribs screaming with each inhale. "Well, you look different," I rasp between gasps, my body barely holding itself together. Sarah flicks a strand of red hair over her shoulder, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Yeah… it felt more like me." She shrugs, as if shedding Celeste—the woman she once pretended to be—was as simple as changing clothes. "Her role was done." She turns her gaze to Christopher, her expression shifting into something darker. "Where have you been, my love?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ve been looking for y
Elizabeth The stars. They spin above me like scattered jewels in the black sky, swirling and shifting, refusing to settle. My head throbs with a sickening pulse, each beat reminding me of the impact. I try to lift my hand to my temple, but the pain is almost too much to bear. My vision is blurry, and I taste metal on my tongue—my blood. Everything hurts. Everything is wrong. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind. The wrecked car door hangs open beside me. My body shakes with every breath I take. The world around me is spinning, but I force myself to focus. I need to move. I need to get out of here. Christopher. I twist my neck, forcing my heavy head to turn, and there he is—slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, but for now, he's still unconscious. Good. I can’t stay here. Not like this. I look around. There’s nothing, just endless darkness around me. But I can’t think about that now. I need to get away. I need to
ElizabethI can see the horror in their eyes. Sebastian. Eric. Detective Adams. They stand frozen, their bodies tense, their hands twitching at their sides as Christopher drags me toward the front door. Detective Adams's gun is steadily pointing at Christopher, but he is frozen in place.Their helplessness is written across their faces, burning into my soul like a scar I will carry forever. Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight.But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace. His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead. "Take it," Sebastian spits, his voice laced with
ElizabethI see an opening. The front door. It’s right there, just a few steps away. If I run now, I might make it before Christopher gets up. But my children. I can’t leave them. I won’t leave them. My heart pounds, my body screaming for escape, but my mind is already made up. I turn, my feet dragging against the floor as I push myself toward the staircase. I need to get to them. I need to make sure they’re safe. I take the first step, my legs burning, my ribs aching from Christopher’s last blow. But then I hear it—movement. “Elizabeth!” His furious scream echoes through the house, slamming into my back like a physical force. My entire body seizes with terror, but I don’t stop.I can’t stop.I push forward, every step feeling like a mile, every breath like shards of glass in my lungs. I can hear him behind me. Fast. Too fast. I force my legs to move, digging deep into whatever strength I have left. Just a little more. Just a few more steps. But then— BANG!The front door fl
ElizabethThe dining table stands between us. My breath is ragged, my pulse wild. Christopher watches me with a twisted smirk, his dark eyes burning with something cruel. The air in the room is thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like an iron weight. "Where are you running to, Lizzy?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head like a predator cornering its prey. "I'm not running, Christopher," I say defiantly, my voice steadier than I expect. "Then stop." His tone sharpens into a command. "No, Christopher!" I scream, my hands trembling as I glance around, desperate for anything—a weapon, a way out, anything to put an end to this nightmare. "I will not let you leave my children without a mother. Not because you couldn't do better!" Christopher lets out a low, humorless laugh. His fingers twitch at his sides. "You're a menace to me, Elizabeth," he spits. "I married you to make my life better, to make my legacy stronger. But what did I get?" His voice rises, raw with rage. "You d