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
Kamsy had been awake for a few days, but today was special—it was the day he would finally return home. As he walked through the hospital corridor, his steps were slow but determined. The brothers were by his side, and there was a quiet anticipation among them. They were all relieved and happy to have him back.When they arrived at the car, Kamsy took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the late afternoon sun on his skin. "Feels good to be out," he remarked, glancing at Xender, who gave him a supportive nod."It’s good to have you back, bro," Xender replied, clapping him gently on the shoulder.The drive back to the mansion was filled with light conversation, mostly the brothers updating Kamsy on what had been happening. Kamsy listened, feeling a mix of emotions—grateful to be alive, but also a bit apprehensive. He wondered what it would be like to finally be back in the mansion after everything that had happened.As they pulled into the driveway, Kamsy noticed that the mansion seeme
Emily and Kamsy had been looking forward to this vacation for what seemed like forever. After everything that had happened—the accidents, the threats, the loss of Austin, and the constant tension hanging over their heads—they needed this time away. A chance to just be together, to reconnect, and to remember what it felt like to breathe without the weight of the world on their shoulders.They had chosen a secluded beachside villa, far from the mansion and all the chaos that came with it. The villa was perched on the edge of a cliff, offering breathtaking views of the ocean. The endless stretch of white sand, the turquoise waters, and the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore provided the perfect backdrop for their much-needed escape.As they arrived at the villa, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange, pink, and purple. Emily stepped out onto the terrace, her breath catching as she took in the beauty of the scene before her. "Kamsy, it’s perfect,"