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Later that day, I reluctantly made my way back home. The thought of sharing the same space as Kai fills me with dread; I can’t stand him anymore. He disgusts me, and I know I’m terrible at masking my feelings. I’ve been doing everything I can to keep my distance from him, avoiding any situation where we might come face to face. Just the idea of him being around is enough to set my nerves on edge, and I’m genuinely worried that if he lies to me again, my facade will crumble.Despite my efforts to steer clear of him, I can’t resist keeping tabs on his movements. That’s why I find myself standing on the balcony, trying to catch a glimpse of Kai as he talks on the phone. I can’t make out the words, but I get the sense that whatever he’s discussing has nothing to do with the kidnapping. If it did, he wouldn’t be so relaxed, chatting away just a few feet from me. The way he carries himself, so at ease, only adds to my frustration and suspicion. I can’t shake the feeling that something is of
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"You want the diamonds, right?" I ask, desperation creeping into my voice, but it’s clear this isn’t really a question that needs answering. "Well, I will get you the diamonds," I say, my voice steadying as my heart hammers against my chest.I don’t want Dad to die, but I refuse to hand over the diamonds. As I spoke, I could sense a smug smile on Kai’s face, but I pushed it aside, fully consumed by my own turmoil. There was a heavy silence from the caller before he suddenly said, "I will let you know where to drop the diamonds for me." He didn’t wait for a response, just cut the call, leaving me in shock.My heart sank as the call ended. I can’t believe Kai has sunk this low; he’s threatening to kill Dad—the same man who has always supported him, who cared for him like family. It’s a harsh reminder of how cruel people can be, often turning on those who have shown them kindness and love.I felt my entire world crashing down around me. I have no intention of giving them the diamonds, an
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I didn’t plan to do anything today, but with everything going on, I have no other choice but to move forward with my plan, even though I promised Alex I would wait till tomorrow before I make any move. When Kai left, a deep feeling settled in my gut that he was heading to meet Dad instead of the authorities. Honestly, I’m starting to doubt whether he even reported the case at all. The investigator and detective he mentioned might not be real—Kai is really good at lying and pretending. It’s entirely possible he called someone to pose as the investigator and detective. With all the lies he’s told me before, I wouldn’t be shocked if this was just another fabrication.I wait anxiously for him to finally leave the house. As soon as I don’t hear the sound of his car, I take a deep breath and step outside to confirm he’s really gone. Once I see that he’s out, I grab my keys, jump in my car, and drive off, heart racing with determination. My plan is to follow him until he reaches the place wh
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I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. It all makes so much sense now, especially when I consider Uncle Joe's involvement. He has all the reasons to kidnap Dad—he’s got the motive, the power, and a history of animosity. It’s like he ticks every box of suspicion, yet somehow, he never crossed my mind as a suspect. I trusted him way too much that I never ever thought he would do something like this. Now that I think about it, he wasn’t even in the house when Dad went missing; it’s like he just disappeared into thin air. And let’s not forget how little effort he put into trying to find Dad. He didn’t seem to care at all, which is shocking when you think about it. I initially thought he was just having a hard time processing the situation since Dad is his brother and he lost him for ten years, but now that everything is clear to me, I can’t help but feel disgusted. Honestly, people never change. They claim they do and put on a front like they’ve turned over a new leaf, but deep
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My heart drops like a stone as I rush to Dad’s side. He lies there, unconscious and badly bruised, the evidence of Kai's violence all too clear. Tears well up in my eyes, but I force myself to stay composed; I know this isn't the time for emotions. I have to get Dad out of this dreadful place as quickly as possible. Kneeling beside him, I carefully set the gun down on the floor, my focus solely on waking him.I gently tap his cheek, my heart racing with every second he remains still. He seems completely out of it, almost as if he is drugged. Dad is never a deep sleeper, but now he feels like a heavyweight, unresponsive to my touch. I shake him a bit harder, desperation creeping in as I try to rouse him, but he remains lifeless. Frantically, I glance around, scanning for any signs of CCTV cameras that might be watching us. Once I am certain we are safe from prying eyes, I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper as I plead, "Dad, wake up," while continuing to tap his cheek, but
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I slowly start to wake up, but the first thing that hits me is this intense throbbing headache. It feels like a relentless drum pounding away in my skull, each beat sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my head. I can barely keep my eyes open; the bright light surrounding me is blinding, intensifying the throbbing sensation. I'm trying to piece together what happened, but my thoughts are muddled and foggy, as if I'm trapped in a daze. I struggle to remember why I was out, but the headache is so overwhelming that dizziness begins to creep in, making me long to curl up and escape the noise and harsh light.As I try to move, I realize my body is stuck in one position. Confusion washes over me, and I glance down to see that I’m tied to a chair, my wrists bound tightly. The initial shock gives way to horror as I notice Dad lying unconscious on the floor nearby. At that moment, everything comes crashing back; the memories flood in, and I understand the gravity of the situation. Panic
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Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.As Uncle Joe stands before me, his piercing gaze locks onto mine, and it feels like he’s trying to dig through my very soul. My heart races in my chest, the panic rising like a tidal wave as I sense his menacing presence. He takes another step closer, a deadly smirk spreading across his face, and I can see the glint of malice in his eyes. With a chilling calmness, he leans in slightly and says, "Delilah, how are you?" The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine. I don’t reply to him as I keep my gaze locked on his, trying to decipher the twisted thoughts swi
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I don’t think I've ever felt this level of terror in my life. My heart is pounding in my chest, racing uncontrollably, and it feels like I’m on the brink of a panic attack. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Kai steps closer, his presence looming ominously. He leans in, his voice cold and menacing, demanding, "Now, before we kill your father, tell us where the diamonds are." "I don’t know," I reply, my voice trembling. The moment the words leave my mouth, a hot slap lands on my right cheek, the sting radiating through my skin. I scream in pain, my heartbeat quickening to a frantic rhythm, and Kai’s eyes narrow as he presses on, "Tell me where the diamonds are!" His tone is unyielding and direct, filled with an intensity that sends chills down my spine. Again, I insist I don’t know, desperation lacing my words, which earns me a brutal slap across my left cheek. A heavy gasp escapes me as I scream, the sound perhaps too loud, causing Dad to stir from unconscious
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~ RICHIE’S POVWatching her sleep is something I would never forsake- I love it. I think of it as a small bonus from having the best night and the best sleep then you wake up to watch the best woman in your life sleep- It feels like a bonus to me. A sweet, sexy bonus.As I keep watching Rachel sleep, I can’t help but smile. Her peaceful expression makes my heart swell with love. I really love her and I love that I get to spend my days with her but that’s not all I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I want her to always be there with me. The thought of having Rachel all to myself for life fills me with excitement. I wish I could just marry her right now and make her mine forever. That idea strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I can’t help but wonder if I should really consider proposing. Sure, it feels a bit soon, but what’s the point of being together if it’s not to build a future and spend the rest of our lives together?My thoughts come to a gentle stop when
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After dinner, Richie and I walk them out of the house, exchanging warm goodbyes and promises to get together again soon. As we close the door behind them, I feel a sense of satisfaction from the evening. Just as I’m about to head to the dining area to tackle the mountain of plates, Richie suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. He wraps his arms around me from behind, planting soft kisses along my neck. "You’re not going anywhere," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kisses my neck again."The dishes won’t wash themselves, you know," I tease, trying to keep the mood light.He chuckles softly, his voice low and playful. "The dishes can wait, but I can’t." With that, he turns me around, and I find myself gazing into his eyes, which sparkle with mischief. He smiles, leaning in closer, and presses his lips against mine with a tenderness that feels electric. It’s soft and delicate, like the flutter of butterfly wings, lingering just long enough for me to i
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It had been two weeks since Richie and I got together, and every single moment felt like pure bliss. I absolutely loved having him around; it seemed like every second was filled with joy and warmth. There was nothing that could make my life better than that. The peace and happiness I found in our relationship were incredible, and I could see that he was just as happy too. It felt like we had created our own little paradise together.After we decided to let go of everything that was weighing us down, we also made the choice to part ways with the diamonds. They couldn’t be destroyed, but they could definitely be hidden, and we made sure they were tucked away safely so they wouldn’t complicate our lives. I didn’t want anything causing drama or risking the relationships with the people I cared about most. It was high time I focused on living a good life, free of worries, and just enjoyed the love I had with Richie.At that moment, I was in the kitchen preparing a warm dinner for my guests
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I’ve never felt as scared as I am right now. Seeing a box filled with my things shatters my heart. It feels like Richie has intentionally packed my belongings, wanting to cut me out of his life completely. He doesn’t need me anymore. I know what it means when someone puts the other’s things in a box—they want to get rid of them, and it’s clear he doesn’t love me anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as my heart pounds heavily in my chest. I can’t understand why Richie is doing this, why he wants me gone. With my eyes brimming with tears, I glance at the letter. I open it, and my heart sinks. As I read each word, the pounding in my chest intensifies. The pain is overwhelming, and I can’t wrap my head around it. Why is this happening? Each line leaves me with more questions about what went wrong. Richie and I have had our fights before; we’ve separated but always found our way back to each other. But now, it feels like there’s no coming back. For the first time since we met, it seems like
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I jump into a taxi and give the driver the address, my heart racing with every passing moment. As he starts driving, anxiety washes over me, and I can’t shake the feeling of dread mixed with hope. I really hope Richie is willing to talk because right now, all I can offer is communication—just a chance to express how I feel. I can’t do anything more than that, but I’m really hoping he has room in his heart to take me back. The thought of not having him in my life feels unbearable. It’s like a dark cloud looming over me, and I can’t picture my life without him. The thought of not being with him hurts so much that I can hardly bear the idea of living without him. I’ve thought about it a lot, and honestly, life without Richie feels like just existing on this earth with no joy or purpose at all.When I was leaving, Arthur offered to drive me to Richie, but I turned him down. I really don’t want Richie to think there’s anything between me and Arthur because there isn’t. He’s just someone I
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I don’t waste a single moment as I hurriedly pack my belongings from the room, my heart racing as I step outside. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; I need to meet Richie and make sure everything is on track between us. I can’t afford to lose him again. I’m done with the little arguments, the big blowouts—I'm finished with all of it. It’s time to step up my game and finally do the right thing.As I walk out of the room, dragging my small suitcase behind me, I catch sight of Arthur. He rushes over, concern etched on his face when he notices my bag. "Why do you have a suitcase with you?""I’m leaving," I reply, my eyes scanning the hallway for Rebecca. I need to find her to say goodbye before I go."What!" he exclaims, his voice rising in disbelief. "Why? Did something happen? Is that why you look like you’ve just cried?" He probes, but I keep moving, determined to locate Rebecca. The sooner I find her, the sooner I can leave and meet Richie to mend things between us."Rachel, come on, wh
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I always despise the mafia men, the entire mafia world, and everything that comes with it. I remember the fire in my heart, how fiercely I want to ruin them, to shatter their existence completely. I hurl insults at them, calling them cruel, wicked, and so many other names, never imagining I could ever become one of them, never believing I could sink to that level.But after years of facing harsh realities, I become the very villain I loathe. The villain I refuse to acknowledge, the one I write about in all my stories, always as the antagonist. Tears stream down my face as fear grips me tightly, causing my head to throb and my heart to race uncontrollably. I’m terrified of myself, scared that I’ve morphed into something I never thought I could be—something I’ve always feared. When I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I feel a wave of panic wash over me. I can’t bear to look at the person staring back, so I bolt out of the bathroom, as if I’m fleeing from an unseen pursuer.
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Rebecca’s wedding is such a joyful occasion; it is filled with laughter and excitement. The atmosphere is electric, and I find myself having a couple of drinks at the reception. I promise myself I won’t drink, but as I look around and see everyone toasting and enjoying themselves, I can’t resist. I get caught up in the moment and end up having more than I intended."So tell me one fun fact about you, Rachel," Arther asks me while we stand together at the open bar, the music softly playing in the background. We have been chatting for a few minutes, and I really enjoy his company. He’s a cool guy, easy to talk to, and I feel a connection."I don’t have a fun fact," I reply, taking a sip of my drink and trying to think of something interesting."Come on, I know you do," he urges, a playful smile on his face."I don’t really have one, but I guess a fun fact about me is that I can stick my tongue to my nose," I say, feeling a bit silly but also playful."Really?" he asks, clearly intrigued
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I wake up to a loud knock on my door, groaning as I rub my eyes with my hands, trying to shake off the sleep. Slowly, I push myself up from the cozy warmth of my bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. I shuffle over to the door, open it, and there stands Rebecca, practically glowing with a wide grin plastered across her face. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims, her excitement practically radiating off her. I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of happiness for her and sheer tiredness. I really want to celebrate with her, but all I can think about is how much I need more sleep. So, I start to turn back toward my bed, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest. But Rebecca, quick as lightning, steps in front of me, her eyes sparkling. "It’s my wedding day!!" she exclaims again, her enthusiasm unwavering. I smile back at her, trying to muster some energy. "I know, and congratulations! But I really need some more time to sleep; I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night," I admit
