New Chapter, after a long wait.
Mr. Meyers arrived at the designated location, his heart pounding in his chest. Eric and Cloud were still far behind. He parked a distance away, not wanting to draw any attention. He moved cautiously, putting space between himself and the people holding Phoebe hostage. He tiptoed, carefully examining his surroundings as he closed in. The area was isolated, a perfect place for someone to disappear without a trace. The building had no windows, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Mr. Meyers hid behind a cracked door and peered through the narrow opening to see what was happening inside. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Phoebe tied up, looking terrified and helpless in his eyes. A surge of anger and courage suddenly coursed through his body. Without hesitation, he barged in, ready to rescue his daughter. "Let go of my daughter now, Mr. Chen!" Mr. Meyers demanded, his voice trembling with rage. "Here comes the father of the year," Mr. Chen mocked, a sinister smile spread
Eric’s POV We finally arrived at the said location. I got out of the car without waiting for Cloud. “Hey man, take it easy,” he called after me. I ignored him, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, someone broke through a glass window and ran off without looking back. My heart skipped a beat. I had a bad feeling about this. I felt my blood boiling and my heart pounding out of my chest. The place was well hidden from the public. I ran as fast as my feet would let me, chasing after the figure. Cloud shouted something behind me, but I was too focused to hear. My footsteps mirrored my frustration, each thud against the pavement a reverberation of the fury building within me. I had never felt such a potent mix of anger and fear coursing through my veins. The night air was thick, suffocating, as if the world itself was aware of the horror I was about to face. I turned the corner and saw the broken glass scattered like jagged diamonds across the ground. My heart sank, a
Eric's POV: Every cell in my body was screaming to kill. While holding Phoebe in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel like my body wasn’t mine. Her blood stained my shirt. I calmly placed her down near the broken door. I carefully examined her face, touching her bruised cheek and wiping the blood from her nose. It fueled my anger even more. I gritted my teeth and kissed her forehead. I noticed Cloud was busy blocking the other men who tried to run away. I clenched my fist and headed toward the man I believed was the mastermind behind all this chaos. I launched at him with full speed, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. He noticed my movement and tried to move but was caught before he could hide. I pulled his left arm and threw him down, his back hitting the ground with a thud. He groaned in pain. His men flinched at the sight of their boss being thrown down. The other two men were still unconscious on the ground. Suddenly, the mastermind caught m
Eric’s POV I couldn’t make out what he was saying when he started speaking, but when I drew my ears closer to his lips, his words struck me. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, feeling a wave of confusion and anger. What did he know about my father’s death? Before I could press him for answers, he lost consciousness, leaving my questions unanswered. “Eric! Phoebe?” Cloud called out to me, interrupting my thoughts. He had also finished dealing with his targets. “Is he okay? You hit him hard, you know that, right?” Cloud asked, concern lacing his voice. “I couldn't care less. Let's just call the police to handle it from here,” I said, brushing past him to pick Phoebe up. My focus was solely on her now. Cloud shook his head and sighed. “What should we do with you, Eric?” Ignoring his remarks, I carried Phoebe out of the building and gently placed her in the back seat of the car. “Hurry, Cloud.” “Yeah, yeah, coming.” As I drove towards the nearest hospital, I cal
Phoebe’s POV I woke up gasping for breath. My body hurt all over. I couldn’t move. It felt like I was being tied to something. My mind went crazy, believing I was still stuck in that shit hole. I screamed inwardly since my voice wasn’t audible enough. I had to open my eyes. And so I did. There was something holding me back. I had an oxygen container covering my nose and mouth. There was someone with me. I could hear a male voice calling out for a doctor. Who might it be? I wondered, my vision blurry from all the pain. I blinked for a moment and scanned my surroundings. The sterile white walls, the steady beep of machines, and the faint scent of antiseptic confirmed my worst fear. I was in a hospital. I tried to focus on the figure beside me. His voice was filled with urgency and concern, a mix that made my heart pound faster. He turned towards me, his face coming into focus. It was Eric, his eyes wide with worry. "Phoebe, you're awake," he said softly, relief washi
Eric's POVI had no choice but to leave Phoebe alone at the hospital. The decision gnawed at me, every fiber of my being resisting as I turned my back and walked out the door. But Andrew was already home, waiting for me, and I needed answers.The drive felt like forever, my mind racing with thoughts of Phoebe, her connection with Mr. Randall Meyers. By the time I pulled into the driveway, my hands were shaking. Andrew stood at the door, his expression unreadable.We entered my office, the room suddenly felt heavy with every step i took closer to my seat. Andrew wasted no time, placing an envelope in my hands. "What is this?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of the anxiety I felt."This is the information we got while following Mr. Randall Meyers. Please, open it," he reported, his tone flat and professional.My hands trembled as I tore open the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my emotions in check, forcing a mask of calm over my face to hide my fears.Inside were pictu
Phoebe’s POV I was taken aback when Randall called. But relief washed over me knowing he had survived. “Randall,” I said, calling his name with a mix of surprise and relief. “Yes, h-how…” he trailed off, struggling to finish his thought. “I am fine, you don’t need to worry,” I interjected, sensing his hesitation. He sighed deeply, and I could hear the relief in his breath. I smiled without realizing it. “You shouldn’t have called. They might be listening to you,” I warned. “No, I doubt it. Mr. Chen is still unconscious, and his men are nowhere to be found,” he revealed. I suspected Eric’s involvement but kept that to myself. I pretended to be surprised. “But I think your boyfriend has a hand in it,” I said, noting the underlying tension in my voice. “Eric!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock. “Yes,” he confirmed. “I want us to talk, but it seems time is not on our side. Can I ask you a few questions, Mr. Meyers? Please be honest,” I requested, the gravity of the moment weig
Diana's POVI couldn’t just stand there anymore. The weight of the truth was crushing, and I could see that Chang was barely holding it together. His eyes were hollow, his shoulders slumped as if he carried the world on his back. He couldn’t bear to face his grandmother any longer. The guilt was eating him alive, and with no Philip around to keep the truth buried, it was only a matter of time before everything unraveled.I glanced at Mr. Benjamin Hong, who stood behind me, his face a mask of calm, though his eyes were anything but. He shook his head at me, a silent plea to stay quiet, but I couldn’t comply. Not this time.“M-Mrs. Hong,” I began, my voice trembling but resolute, “I-I’m sorry, but you need to hear this before someone else tells you.”Mrs. Hong’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. “What am I supposed to find out?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with tension.Chang stood beside me, his head bowed, unable to look at her. The ai