AmberWhen the front desk at my building called to say that my mother was downstairs wanting to see me, I almost couldn't believe it. At first, I thought it was some crazy fan of mine who was pretending to be my mother just to get permission to get in there, but if that was the case, it was fine. I had bodyguards who could quickly get rid of the unwanted person, so I sent her up. And when I answered the door, there she was dressed suspiciously with that cap and hospital mask, blushing his face like she was a fugitive from the police. "Mom…?" I asked, really surprised to see her there. She took off her cap and mask and threw herself into me in a tight hug. “It's me, my princess. I'm so happy to see you finally...” she said, all excited. Her hug was the same as when she hugged me when I was a child. She loved to wrap me in her arms and protect me from everything and everyone. At that moment, even though I was in a different position than her, I couldn't help it, and my arms went up t
Amber“I'm so happy you're here, Mom. I can finally show you some of the things I got,” I said to her with a sweet smile, still hugging her. “I'm happy just knowing that you're doing well in your career. We women always have to wish each other the best, even more so when you're my daughter. Your success is mine too; if you win, I win too,” she said, looking at me with apparent pride. I swallowed hard. If I had a conscience? Of course, I did, but I was doing everything for her own good. Then I stood up and reached out to her. “Please come with me,” I asked her. She smiled beautifully at me and took my hand. “This place just keeps getting prettier,” she commented as I walked up the stairs with her. “This is my little corner, isn’t it? I have to keep it nice and cozy because I deserve it,” I responded by just verbalizing it. “It pleases me to know that you're okay despite everything,” she said, putting her arm around my shoulder and hugging me from the side, kissing me and pampering
NancyI almost couldn't believe the extent of the betrayal my own daughter put me through. One moment I was remembering the times she and I played with dolls, and the next, I saw her hard look as she closed the door and locked me inside her closet. It was there that I realized that everything was lost. Jake was right this whole time, but I insisted on being foolish. How did I let this happen..? Tears fell into my eyes as I was bent over the floor holding the door, my limbs trembling as if I were cold, despair washing over me as I realized that I had simply screwed up. All the plans that Jake and I exchanged, everything we came up with so that I could get rid of the Mortons, so I could have my happiness once and for all, have all gone down the drain now because of the decision I made. What a wrong decision. Why did I have to ignore the many signs that my daughter always gave me over the years? All those red flags that she gave through her behavior, but I decided to sweep everything
JakeWhen I got home that night, I had high expectations that I would find Nancy there waiting for me, as had happened on the days we were together. As soon as I entered the house with a bouquet of red chocolate roses in my hands, I called out to her. “Honey, I'm here,” I said out loud, expecting her to come to me and give me that hug as good as the one she usually gives me, but this time I got silence in response. “Babe? Where are you?" I called once again, entering the apartment with caution and fear. Of course, I was scared that my biggest fear of these last few days would happen. My relationship with Nancy hadn't been easy from the beginning; she had been hurt a lot in her old relationship, which ended up leaving her vulnerable and with low self-esteem, enough to be suspicious of anything and never really give in. She always had concerns to deal with. Which ended up making me nervous and afraid that she would decide to leave forever. When she looked at me and smiled beautifully
NancyThe heat was oppressive, turning the terrace of Amber's building into a suffocating cauldron. My eyes widened when the closet door opened, and there he was—the devil himself. Bruce Morton. The macabre smile on his face, looking at me like I was a mouse trapped in a trap, made me shudder. “Finally, Nancy. I can finally dominate you,” he said, with a smile that gave me chills. I gasped fearfully, moving away from him and going deeper into the closet until I felt my back hit the wall. There was no way out for me; Bruce Morton was in front of me, standing there in the doorway, with his bodyguards on either side of him. . “She’s completely out of control, Daddy. Please take her home and take care of her,” my own daughter said those words looking at me with pity. “Don't worry, my dear, I'll know how to take care of your mother,” her father said, entering the closet, still smiling victoriously. “What do you think you're doing, Bruce? Do you think you're going to make me go with yo
NancyThe headache was excruciating, throbbing like a hammer against my skull. I woke up groggy, trying to focus my vision on my surroundings. The place was dark and filthy, with the pungent smell of mold and dirt filling my nostrils. When a cockroach flew past my face, I screamed and sat up quickly, panting and terrified. Rats scurried along the walls, their eyes glowing in the dim light. My eyes were watering as I tried to get my bearings, but everything seemed like an endless nightmare. I heard footsteps approaching, and I held my breath, hoping for some relief. Instead, I heard voices echoing down the hall. "I already said that no one should enter that room but me!" Bruce's voice reverberated off the walls with anger. "Yes, sir," I heard a female voice respond with trepidation and recognized the voice as that of Elyse, the maid at the Mortons' mansion in Denver. Since I had lived in that place for half my life, I could recognize the voice of a simple maid. "I understand. I'm no
Glory MortonI was sitting at the dinner table, trying to pretend everything was normal, but my heart was sinking. The Mortons' dining room was always a spectacle of opulence: crystal chandeliers shone above us, casting sparkling reflections on the long, polished mahogany table. The aroma of roasted meat with fresh herbs and caramelized vegetables should be comforting, but today it only served to increase my discomfort. I looked around the table, trying to find any signs of concern on the others' faces. Everyone knew that Bruce had dragged Nancy back home and locked her in the underground room. My husband, Charles, was sitting at the head, enjoying his red wine, oblivious to the situation. It was as if he didn't care that his daughter-in-law was being held prisoner. Peter, Bruce and Nancy's ten-year-old son broke the silence. "Dad, when can I see Mom? I miss her."Bruce wiped his mouth with the linen napkin, his expression as unfazed as ever. "In the right time, Peter. Now she's rec
Amber I couldn't believe the silence that came over my house that morning. It was the day after the chaos when my father dragged my mother back to Denver. I took a deep breath, enjoying the tranquility. Things seemed to be back to normal, or at least what I considered normal. Finally, I had done something good. By saving my parents' marriage, I had restored order to our family. There was no logic whatsoever in my mother's inhospitable behavior. Peter was there at home waiting for her, and she had decided to act like she was my age? It was all so shameful that the best thing I could do was hope that it wouldn't leak to the media and destroy my career. I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. That guy, Jake, my mother's lover, had gotten himself into trouble. I knew my father had dealt with him on the terrace, and his henchmen had disposed of the body. I did not care. Jake had chosen the wrong woman to get involved with. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and immediately