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Love Under Fire Your ruin is coming
NancyThe hospital was freezing, cold like Bruce's indifference. The white, almost clinical walls reflected the intense light of the chandeliers, creating an environment devoid of any welcome. The rhythmic and constant sound of monitoring machines filled the space, accompanying the firm and hurried steps of nurses and doctors who walked through the corridors. I remained lying motionless on that bed, pretending that the sedatives were still taking effect. But, of course, that wasn't the case. I was fully aware. I heard every detail around me—every sigh, every muffled conversation. It was a necessary act. I knew what I needed to do, and part of that required Bruce to believe I was the obedient wife he always wanted. The one who didn't question, who accepted her decisions without thinking twice. I heard the hospital room door open with a subtle creak, and Bruce's heavy footsteps entered the room. He wasted no time greeting the doctors or thanking them for their care. For him, these peo
Love Under Fire Getting started
NancyBruce continued to sweat coldly, and soon his hand was on his chest. "Nancy...my medicine...where's my medicine?" he asked, his voice cracking with pain.I looked up slowly, without rushing. "I already told you, in the desk drawer, as always, Bruce."He tried to get up from the chair, but his legs gave way. "Nancy, help me!", His voice was now a desperate cry for help."You've always been strong, Bruce. You don't need my help, remember?" I spoke coldly, remembering all the times he humiliated me for not being 'strong enough'.Bruce tried to crawl to the drawer, his fingers shaking. "No... I can't... Help me, please.""Please?" I said, slowly standing up, heading towards him. "When did you ask me for something like that, Bruce? Don't you remember the times you ignored me?"He was out of breath, struggling to open the drawer. "Nancy... I'm...dying."I leaned over, watching his face contort in pain. "Dying? How ironic, isn't it? Maybe that's what you deserve."He gasped, eyes wide.
Love Under Fire Time to pay back
NancyThe phone only rang twice, and before I could process it, Amber's worried voice broke out on the other end, high-pitched and almost shrill. "Mom, are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!" Amber asked, her voice filled with palpable concern, the tension almost boiling over. "I just saw the news... They said Dad ran away. What's going on? You need to tell me everything!"I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "Amber, honey, I'm fine. There's no need to worry about me. Things have gotten a little... complicated, but I'm handling it all, I promise." My words were sincere, but I knew they were far from conveying the gravity of the situation."Complicated? Mom, this is much more than complicated! He's being hunted by the police! Don't you think it's better to come to New York? You can stay here with me and Peter. I can't rest easy knowing you're there alone. We can take care of you, I promise!” The concern in her voice was genuine, and I could f
Love Under Fire I'm freeing them from you
NancyBruce was there, in the basement, tied to that old chair that I dragged to the darkest corner. The dim light illuminated his dirty, scarred face, but it didn't soften the panicked look he gave me every time I opened the door. I used to be afraid of that look, but not anymore. Now, I was the one in control.For years, I was the perfect wife. The silent woman he manipulated as he pleased as he built his empire of lies and destruction. I knew everything—every dirty secret, every wicked scheme, but I kept quiet. Keep quiet, because I had a plan. There was no point in facing him while he was still strong, while everyone around us still believed his lies. I waited for the right moment. And that moment had finally arrived. Bruce, the man who once commanded everything with a simple snap of his fingers, now stood there, helpless, tied to my mercy, begging for his life.He watched me silently as I walked towards him. My footsteps echoed across the concrete floor, creating slow, somber mus
Love Under Fire Harald the brave
HaraldI'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to straighten my tie, but my fingers are shaking. No matter how much I try to stay calm, anxiety grows inside me. Today, I will testify in court. I was summoned not as a simple citizen but as Harald Morton, son of Charles Morton and brother of Bruce Morton, two figures who, to me, represent everything that is wrong with the world.I look at my reflection and try to convince myself that I'm prepared, but the truth is that I've never been so lost. Likewise, I, the renegade son, the one who was expelled and ignored by his own family, am now the only visible face of the Mortons. My father is dead, my brother is gone, and here I am, the last Morton, as if their curse has fallen upon me. I feel as if the weight of all this family's crimes and shame is about to crush my shoulders."You don't have to do this," I murmur, not looking away from the mirror, as if I'm trying to convince myself.I hear footsteps behind me, and before I can prepare
Love Under Fire The judgment
HaraldSitting in the section reserved for the defendant, my sweaty hands rested on my knees. The courtroom was packed, and the air was thick with murmurs and looks of contempt. I couldn't lift my head to look at anyone; shame weighed on me like an unbreakable chain. The judge began reading the crimes my family was being tried for, and with each word uttered, the burden grew. My name was tied to all of this, even though I had never had a direct hand in the business. But as Charles Morton's son and Bruce's brother, my presence was inevitable. I was a Morton, and now I was paying for it.As the judge described the evidence, I saw the grim faces of those who had been victims of our family. There were many stories of lives destroyed by the greed and power the Mortons had accumulated over the years. As I tried to distance myself from this weight, I felt myself sinking more and more into the mud they created. Each statement was a blow, each report was an open wound that burned inside.I kne
Love Under Fire Finally avenged
HaraldJake Gardner told his story with an intensity that set the surrounding air on fire. I had already known, in part, what he was going to say, but hearing it from his own mouth was much more brutal than I could have imagined. He started with the name that made me cringe in my seat: Henry Gardner. Jake's father. A man who, twenty years ago, had tried to do what no one else had the courage to do—challenge the Mortons"My father," Jake began, his voice firm but filled with deep pain, "was a partner at Morton Enterprise for a short time. He had believed he was part of something big, a company that brought progress. But everything changed when he realized the dirt behind the transactions. He discovered... things. Corruption, fraud, and extortion.The mention of his father's name brought a suffocating weight to the room. The words weighed heavily on me. I had heard of this story before—fragments scattered over the years, whispers of rumors that my family had always tried to stifle. But
Love Under Fire Finally at peace
JakeI was consoling my mother after the judge's hearing on that very important day in our lives when the Mortons' son appeared, asking to speak to us. There was a tense moment when he approached me and my mother. I could feel that my mother was tense from the involuntary grip of her hand that was holding my arm.“I would really like to speak to you,” Harald Morton asked again. On his face, there was a black shadow, as if he was overwhelmed.“What would you have to say?” I questioned him, as if I wasn't interested in hearing what he wanted to say. I wasn't actually interested. Likewise, I mean, what would a member of that hateful family have to say to me and my mother? He would certainly be there to try to calm our spirits by offering money, just as they always did with their victims.The man in front of me shifted his weight from one leg to the other in a somewhat disconcerting way, as if he were having to bear a lot inside him. “That’s all this is about, Mr. Gardner,” he began in a
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