Elaine's Mom continued, "Because of that, I will extend my full support to my daughter's husband, Ghino Frost, and the deceased families with their decisions to put a bounty of five million dollars on those who can give us information about Dylan's whereabouts." Shit. The last thing I heard from my attorney was that Ghino declared a million-dollar bounty to the person who kidnapped Elaine, but it was raised to five million. I could not believe even my own stepbrother would go that far, making me the most wanted person in New York City. "If Dylan was looking at the news right now, do you have a message for him?" The reporter threw another question at her. But instead of an answer, Elaine's Mom collapsed to the floor causing a commotion at the press conference. If this news could reach Elaine, perhaps it would happen to her as well, She will hate me because of that for certain. But how am I supposed to explain these things to her? Before anyone from the press confer
And the news already reached the borders of Tennessee. What worried me the most in the peek of our relationship seems to be inevitable. It was earlier than I expected. Sooner or later, the news could reach Elaine's attention. Good thing I insisted on coming with Mr. Delaven instead of her. "Yeah, of course, I'm doing just fine, Mr. Delaven!" I defensively replied as I dragged him out of the store before he could catch a glimpse at the newspaper stand. "We better get this done as soon as possible so we could go home early." The old man did not ask me for further questions, not even glancing at the store on our left, lucky for me. As soon as we delivered the two baskets to our client, we took off to the next village right away. Right before the sun went down, Mr. Delaven finished our deliveries without any deterrent. I tripled my speed accompanied by those sharp eyes, trying to avoid seeing any newspapers around. We met a few people in the villages, old and youn
My jaws couldn't stop from dropping to the ground when the first image that was captured with my eyes on the newspaper was our faces. It says in the news that Dylan kidnapped me and was the person behind the bombing incident that killed six innocent lives. Above all, even my parents agreed to put a five-million-dollar bounty on Dylan's head, dead or alive. If these newspapers already reached the farm, the chances that they also reached the nearby villages... No! I could not help but cut off my own thoughts. Worries and fears shivered down my spine thinking about Dylan's safety while traveling with Mr. Delaven to deliver the blackberries. "How dare you two lie to us, huh?" She continued, her voice laced with dismay. "Once they're back, I want you to evacuate the room before I call the cops, do you understand?" "But everything they accused of him was all wrong, Mrs. Delaven!" I debated as I clenched the newspapers in too much frustration. "Dylan did not kidnap me. I
"You love that bastard?" Mom had no plan of letting it slide for once. "Do you even hear what you are saying, huh, Elaine? Is this how you repay us for everything that we have done for you?" Then he leaned her hands on both sides of her waistline while giving me a sharp glare and bent brows. "Fine," she added. "Let's assume I believe you on that note. What's next? Do you think you two could be happy after everything you have done, huh?" I already expected this to happen once I would be reunited with my family after being gone for almost a month with no communication with any of them. And I could do nothing about her endless motherly lectures but accept them with open hands and long forbearance. Like what Dylan told me that night when I asked him about my parents if they could be mad at me. He advised me that no matter how petrified they were to me, I was still their one and only daughter. That I have to thicken my face, lengthen my patience, and expand my understan
The continuous shuttering of their cameras even reverberated in my ears after hearing my honest confession - my truth - our side of the story. "Did he kidnap or threaten you to come with him? Or was it part of your plan to go run away with him on the same day of your wedding?" asks the reporters in front of me. "Of course, not!" I confessed one of the facts. "Dylan did not do any of those things everyone accused of him. To prove his innocence, I would like to propose a negotiation with the cops about something - I wanted to confess his whereabouts." "So you mean it was true that you and Mr. Spencer were having an affair despite he was already married to someone else?" The male reporter on my left throws another question. This time, I haven't prepared any bullet for the question. So I glanced around, searching for Maureen or Ghino from the crowd, thinking they could have been behind the question. "Yes, you can think of it that way. We're having an affair. But I fell in love with Dyl
"Let go of me, you fucking slut!" Maureen continued as she attempted to remove my grip. I know she was not the kind of woman who wanted to get beaten up by someone like me. She would rather use everything in her power to get rid of everyone who dared bark at her or cross her path. Just like what she did to me and Dylan. Maureen was definitely the perfect female version of the devil; arrogant, bigoted, close-minded, greedy, hypocritical, and all the negative traits in the world. She was comparable to a cute and lovely pup in front of you. But once you turned your face and back around, she shifted into a huge poisonous anaconda snake. She will use her tail to encircle your whole body, bite your neck until your blood floods the floor, gets numbed, and begs her to spare your life. That's what she really is. However, I already decided not to get stepped on by someone like Maureen. So I held her hands harder than she could ever imagine. She was about to use her left
Dad and Mom were left with no other choice but to tell me everything Ghino told them earlier. It turned out that based on the police officer's assumptions, those people who killed Mr. and Mrs. Delaven might not heard the latest press conference I made. So they assumed that Dylan was kidnapped to ask for more from the Spencers instead of the five million dollar bounty. However, they advised us to keep an eye on our phones from time to time, believing the kidnappers, whoever they were, would call one of us sooner or later. But I couldn't wait for the kidnappers to call me. Waiting for an hour while doing nothing would be a nightmare for me. So, I asked Mom and Dad that I wanted to go to the farm ASAP to check it myself - to get anything - clues or signs, perhaps Dylan left something before he was kidnapped. At first, Mom and Dad highly disagreed as it was too risky for me to travel back to Tennessee that late. But I insisted and burst into tears because I needed to see M
Before that assumption happened, I mustered the courage and broke the silence, "My apologies, no matter how many times, I know, is not even enough to make you feel better. I cannot turn back time either. But it was not my intention to harm them. They were the kindest couple I have ever known my whole life." "But why of all the places had to be my parents, huh? He's a goddamn billionaire. You two could have rented an expensive hotel, run away to other countries, or buy a house. You two were old enough not to know how risky your situations are. Why?" "From the bottom of my heart, I'm so sorry about it, I really do," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Then I lifted my eyes to the ceiling to avoid the tears from pouring. "Dylan and I simply wanted to live a simple life, away from those who try to separate us." But no matter how hard I tried begging, stopping the tears from pouring, they were beyond my control. They flooded my cheeks like an open faucet with the ut