A week has passed in peace. George has stopped bothering me since that night. I am relieved, hoping he will not come to me again. Michael and his parents are excited about the upcoming engagement.We are getting engaged next month. I'm uncertain if I'm doing the right thing, but I know I need to move forward. I can’t let my past ruin my present and future.Michael is a good man. Most importantly, he likes me and is willing to do anything for me. I can’t let him down.I have been occupied with planning the engagement party with Michael lately. Finally, I get the time for shopping.Michael wanted to accompany me, but he received an urgent call and left for the office. So, I am heading to the mall to shop on my own.The mall is bustling with shoppers, each engrossed in their own errands and pursuits. I try to focus on the task at hand while navigating through the crowd. Despite the cheerful atmosphere around me, encountering Megan has left a sour taste in my mouth.I don’t want to see he
"Leave me alone, you motherfucker," Megan yells as one man drags her out.I look at the tall figure approaching me, my body trembling in dread. The man yanks at my arm and pulls me up, hauling me out as if my body is weightless.As I step out of the small compartment, my eyes widen in shock and fear as I take in the sight before me. The dim lighting inside the container did not prepare me for the harsh brightness of the outside world. The glaring sun reflects off the metal shipping containers, intensifying the already sweltering heat of the dockyard.The vast area is filled with rows upon rows of containers, creating a maze-like landscape. The dockyard itself seems abandoned, with only a few armed men patrolling the area. Their stern expressions and the guns they carry send a shiver down my spine, making me realize the dangerous situation I am in.I glance back at the container from which I emerged, realizing that this is where they have been keeping us."George…" Megan shouts and wri
My heart races with worry and relief. He is drenched in water, likely from using a fire extinguisher or finding some other way to protect himself from the flames. I'm amazed and grateful that he had the courage to come after me, even risking his own safety.His eyes meet mine with a mixture of concern and determination. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me, shielding me from the heat and flames as much as he can. The sound of crackling fire and sirens fills the air around us, but at that moment, it feels like everything else fades away."Vivian, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry."I am now," I manage to say, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks.I sob, leaning into his embrace. It is only at this moment that I notice he is dripping with water. I don’t know how he came to know that I had been kidnapped. I don’t know how he finds me either. All I feel is relief and confidence that I am no longer in danger.He removes his wet jacket and drapes it
I stir, open my eyes, and look around my surroundings, only to see white walls all around me. I am lying on a hospital bed. I have no idea how long I have been sleeping."Thank goodness, you are all right," he murmurs as he holds me close, his hands gently rubbing my back. His concern is evident, and I can't help but feel grateful to have him by my side."How long have I been sleeping?" I inquire, trying to piece together the events that led me to this hospital bed. My memory is foggy, and I only have fragmented recollections of passing out on the way back home because of fear and exhaustion."Almost eight hours," he replies, his eyes locked on mine. "I was so scared. I sat here the whole time, waiting for you to wake up."His care and devotion touch my heart, and I smile to reassure him. "I am fine now... feeling refreshed," I say, even though my body still feels shaken from the ordeal.Michael smiles back, his gaze tender as he cups my face. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on m
I slowly regain consciousness. My head is heavy."Uh…" I groan and try to sit up, wincing. My hands are still tied behind my back and are hurting.The pungent smell of gasoline hits my nostrils, jolting my nerves and making my heart race even faster. I stir and sit up, only to find myself in a dark, damp, and cold cave. The surroundings are eerie.My eyes widen in horror as I notice a man spilling gasoline from a big container at the entrance of the cave, the volatile liquid streaming onto the ground.I tug at the ropes binding my hands, my fingers feeling numb from the tight constriction. Panic surges within me as I realize the gravity of the situation. My unborn children are in danger, and I must escape this sinister trap.In the dim light, the perpetrator of this horrifying scene appears to be a shadowy figure with darkness covering his face. I can't see his eyes, but I feel his malevolence as he continues to spill the gasoline with a deliberate and methodical demeanor."Please, le
Five years later…I finally come back to my hometown five years later. As I push the luggage cart out of the airport, I inhale deeply, feeling the air of the place where I was born and brought up. Bittersweet memories fill my mind.Those people who hurt me back then didn’t exist in my life anymore. I return only to meet my parents and I will go. When I left the city, I vowed to reach out to my parents once I made sure of my and my babies' safety.Five years before, I changed my identity and started my life anew. I am now a successful fashion designer, known as Mist, with plenty of work in hand. My children are now five years old.As the years pass, I find strength in my new identity and the love I share with my children. I continue to grow as a person, finding joy in my work and the beauty of life. The pain of the past never completely fades, but it becomes a part of my story, shaping me into the person I am today.Michael remains a distant memory, a Chapter of my life that I keep clo
As Evan examines the photos of George more closely, his mind starts to race with thoughts and questions. The resemblance between himself and this man, George, is striking, and Evan can't help but wonder if there is a genetic connection between them. Could George really be his father?The possibility fills Evan's mind with curiosity and excitement. He has always wondered about his biological father, and now, seeing this resemblance, the idea that George might be his dad seems both thrilling and intimidating.Evan's heart pounds with a mixture of emotions as he contemplates the implications of such a discovery.He knows that his mother has kept the details of his father a secret, and Evan can't help but feel a sense of urgency to find out the truth. Perhaps this is the opportunity he has been waiting for—a chance to learn more about his past and his biological family.Evan's determination to uncover the truth intensifies with every passing moment. The possibility that George might be hi
It is Saturday morning. While Abigail is still asleep, Evan and Barbe steal away from their hotel room, eager to embark on an adventure. Hand in hand, they stroll down the street, searching for a taxi to take them to their mysterious destination. Despite Barbe's growing unease, Evan remains calm and collected.As they wait for a taxi, Barbe's curiosity gets the better of her. "Evan, where are we going?" she asks, her voice laced with anticipation."To the church," replies Evan casually, his eyes scanning the road."Why?" Barbe asks in surprise, innocently blinking."George Stanley is getting married today," Evan says. "Have you forgotten about that?""Oh, so, today is his wedding! What are we going to do there? Are we going to stop the wedding?" Barbe is getting more and more curious.Evan contemplates her words and says, "I will let you know. Just do as I say, okay?"Okay." She nods and beams."Now we need to hail a taxi. We can’t be late there." With that, Evan stops a cab.The cab