The roar of engines filled the air as Xender, Tony, Chris, and Kelsey raced down the highway, their minds gripped by fear and determination. The call from Kamsy had been brief, frantic, and filled with enough dread to set their hearts pounding. Emily had been in an accident, and now, she was missing.Kelsey gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure. His mind was racing, a thousand thoughts colliding all at once. The image of Emily's bright smile, the sound of her laughter—everything felt so fragile now, like it could be shattered at any moment."She has to be okay," Tony muttered from the passenger seat, his voice strained with desperation."She will be," Xender replied, though his tone lacked the confidence he wanted to convey. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were locked on the road ahead, but his mind was filled with images of their sister, vulnerable and in danger."How did this happen?" Chris asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was seated
Emily sat on the cold, hard floor of the cell, her hands trembling as she hugged her knees to her chest. The dim light flickered weakly above her, casting long, eerie shadows on the stone walls. Her thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened. The accident, the kidnapping—none of it seemed real. She was exhausted, her body aching from the rough treatment she’d endured, but her mind refused to rest.The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor outside, and Emily’s heart leaped into her throat. She scrambled to her feet, her hope surging despite the fear that gripped her. Maybe someone had come to rescue her. Maybe her brothers had found her.The heavy metal door creaked open, and the faint light from the corridor spilled into the room. Emily squinted, trying to make out the figure that stepped into the cell. When she saw who it was, her heart soared."Amy!" Emily cried out, relief flooding her voice as she rushed forward. "Oh my God, Amy! You found m
Inishola sat at his desk, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows of his office. Papers were strewn across the surface, evidence of the chaos that had taken over their lives since Emily's kidnapping. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number."Hello?" Inishola answered, his voice weary."Mr. Inishola, this is Dr. Peterson from the Riverview Mental Hospital," a voice replied on the other end, its tone professional yet urgent.Inishola's brow furrowed. "Yes, Dr. Peterson, what can I do for you?""I’m calling regarding Amy," Dr. Peterson said, his voice growing more serious. "We’ve noticed she hasn’t been taking her prescribed medication. This is extremely concerning, given her history."Inishola felt a chill run down his spine. "What do you mean? Amy’s been fine, hasn’t she? We’ve been monitoring her closely.""That’s what we believed as well," Dr. Peterson explained. "But upon reviewing h
The past two days had been an agonizing blur for Inishola and the brothers. The mansion, once a fortress of safety, had become a place of uncertainty and dread. With Amy missing and Emily taken from them, a heavy cloud of despair had settled over their lives. Every lead had turned into a dead end, every search yielded nothing but frustration. The family, once strong and united, felt like it was unraveling at the seams.Inishola paced the length of his study, the same path he had worn into the carpet over the past forty-eight hours. His phone rested on his desk, the screen dark and lifeless, offering no solace. The brothers sat in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts, the weight of their failures heavy on their shoulders."We should have known," Chris muttered, breaking the silence, his voice thick with guilt. "We should have seen the signs with Amy."Xender, seated beside him, clenched his fists in frustration. "It’s not your fault, Chris. We all missed it. We were so focu
The sun was just beginning to rise as Emily made her way to the hospital. The events of the past few days had left her drained, but she needed to see Kamsy. She needed to know he was okay, to feel his presence and find some semblance of comfort in the midst of the chaos that had engulfed her life.She arrived at the hospital, the cold, sterile atmosphere wrapping around her like a shroud. The bright lights and the faint hum of machinery were a stark contrast to the emotional storm raging inside her. She moved through the halls, her footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent corridor. Each step felt heavier than the last as she approached Kamsy’s room, the anxiety building up in her chest.When she finally reached his door, she paused, her hand hovering over the handle. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before pushing the door open. The sight that greeted her sent a wave of relief through her, but it was tempered by the sadness that lingered beneath the surface.Kamsy was
It had been a week since Emily’s harrowing experience in the hospital and Kamsy’s slow but steady recovery. Now, she found herself back home, surrounded by the familiar faces of her brothers. They had all gathered in the large sitting room, the tension in the air finally beginning to ease after weeks of turmoil.Emily sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her as she looked around at her brothers. Xender was lounging in an armchair, his typical easygoing smile plastered across his face. Tony was pacing near the window, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind racing with thoughts. Chris and Kelsey were seated on either side of her, offering silent support."So, Emily," Xender began, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "What should we do now? We’ve dealt with the threats, we’ve taken care of the loose ends… What’s next?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of genuine curiosity and concern.Emily looked up at her eldest brother, her eyes reflectin
Here’s the chapter you requested, focusing on Inishola visiting Amy at the mental hospital.---**Chapter: Inishola’s Visit**Inishola’s heart felt heavy as he walked through the stark white hallways of the mental hospital. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the sterile environment was a sharp contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind. He had been here before, many years ago, when Amy was first admitted. But now, as he approached her room, everything felt different. The past few weeks had unraveled so many truths that he was still struggling to comprehend it all.He stopped at the door marked with Amy's name. The sound of a faint murmur could be heard from within, and he braced himself before gently pushing the door open. Amy sat on the bed, her back facing the door. Her usually vibrant red hair was now a tangled mess, and her posture was slumped. She was staring at the wall, mumbling to herself, lost in whatever world her mind had taken her to. The sight of
Angelo drove down the quiet road, the soft hum of the engine the only sound in the car. It was a peaceful evening, the kind where the worries of the world seemed to melt away, if only for a while. He needed this drive, a break from the tension that had been suffocating the family ever since Emily's kidnapping and Amy's betrayal.As he turned a corner, he noticed a little girl standing by the side of the road, her small frame barely visible in the twilight. She looked lost, her eyes wide with fear. Angelo slowed down and pulled over, his protective instincts kicking in."Hey there," he said gently, stepping out of the car. "Are you okay?"The girl looked up at him, her eyes welling with tears. "I... I can't find my mom," she whispered, her voice trembling.Angelo crouched down to her level, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay, we’ll find her. Do you know where you last saw her?"The girl nodded, sniffling. "At the park... but I don’t know how to get back."Angelo’s heart ached for