"Is that him?" Zach asked, his voice cold and calculated, eyes locked on the figure seated ahead.I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, it’s him."Without another word, Zach moved forward, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. Each step he took seemed to weigh heavier than the last. There was an eerie calm in his movements, but the tension was undeniable. I watched, heart pounding, as he approached Dennis, who was seated with his hands tied behind his back, slumped over in defeat.Zach’s eyes flicked toward Grey, standing by the door, and then toward Debby, who remained still, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding. Without warning, Grey stepped forward with brutal precision, his fist colliding hard with Dennis's mouth. The sound of the impact echoed in the air as Dennis’s head snapped back, blood spilling from his lips and splattering onto the cold floor.“Hello, Dennis,” Zach said, his voice steady but filled with venom. “I heard you've been maltreating my daughter, Chloe."Dennis groa
When Zach arrived at the scene, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. His face was hard, cold, and distant. I knew what was going through his mind. I had seen that look before, the one that told me he wasn’t going to change his decision no matter how much I begged."Zach, don’t leave Dennis like this!" I called out, trying to control the panic that bubbled up in my chest. "Grey will kill him. Just stop all this already. I think Dennis has already learned his lesson." My voice cracked on the last word, but I didn’t care. I needed Zach to listen.He turned to face me, his expression dark and unyielding. "No, Audrey. He needs to be beaten up. Nothing you say will change my mind."I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped me. There was no point. He had made up his mind. Without another word, Zach turned around and walked off, leaving me and Anna standing there in the cold, dimly lit garage.My gaze lingered on him for a moment, but then I turned back to the scene in fr
I raised my head, staring at her, the corners of my mouth twitching into a cold smile. The air around us felt charged, tension building like a storm waiting to break. I lifted my hand to slap her, the moment stretched out in my mind as I imagined the satisfying sound of skin meeting skin. But just as my hand flew towards her face, something stopped me mid-motion. One of the guys who had come with her had grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vice.I turned my head sharply to look at him, my hand still raised, my pulse quickening. The smirk on his face sent a rush of anger through my veins. I yanked at my arm, trying to free myself, but his grip only tightened. It was like being caught in a trap I hadn't seen coming.The group around us erupted in laughter, their mockery ringing in my ears."Who's the weak one now?" the girl spat, her voice filled with venom.At that moment, I realized we had drawn a crowd. Faces peered at us from all directions, a sea of onlookers eager for drama. I glanc
I turned and stared at the person who had yelled. A tall man with white beards and grey hair stood before me, dressed in a black suit that matched his shoes.I looked down at the girl now on the floor, a smile on her face. She then stood up and ran toward the man. "Dad, this girl was bullying me for no reason!""It's alright, Flora. I'm here now, okay?"The man walked toward me, his face stern. "You're in big trouble, Miss."I glared at him, feeling the need to explain myself. "Sir, your daughter is the one at fault.""I don't want to hear anything about my daughter," he snapped. "You've already bullied her enough, so why taunt her more?"I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. "In fact, I want to see you in my office as soon as possible." After speaking, he turned and walked away with his daughter, who shot me a smug smile before following him.Anger flared up inside me as I muttered, "Like father, like daughter."Anna came up to me, gently holding my shoulder. "Relax. Nothing
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dennis, but… she didn't make it."The doctor’s voice was barely above a whisper, and yet the words felt like a sledgehammer to Dennis’s chest. His body tensed, his breath caught in his throat, and his vision blurred slightly."What do you mean she didn't make it?" Dennis asked, his voice trembling, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears. His mind refused to process the words. They felt too unreal, too cruel. His heart thudded painfully against his chest, each beat a reminder of what was slipping away from him.The doctor hesitated, his eyes filled with sympathy, but his expression remained firm. "I mean… she died, Dennis," the doctor said softly.For a moment, Dennis just stared at him. It was as if the world around him had stopped. The bustling sounds of the hospital—the distant beeping machines, the hurried footsteps of nurses, the chatter in the hallways—everything seemed to fade into the background, leaving him alone with the words that refused to sink in."No..." D
FEW WEEKS LATERDennis sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared at the hospital entrance. The cold reality that his wife was gone hit him again, and he felt a wave of anger mixed with sorrow. He had just finished the formalities to collect her body, and now it was time for the final goodbye.As he drove back to his compound, silence filled the air, broken only by the soft hum of the car engine. The weight of his loss pressed down on him like a heavy boulder. When he arrived, he carefully carried his wife’s body to a freshly dug grave in the backyard—a place she had always loved for its quiet beauty. With every handful of soil he threw onto her casket, his heart hardened further.He finished the burial in silence. The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the compound, but Dennis didn’t notice. His mind was consumed by a single thought—revenge. He went inside his house and sat down in the dark, letting his thoughts roam. How was he going to aveng
"Ahh, help!" Chloe screamed, but her cries were barely audible as Dennis clamped his hand over her mouth. His grip was strong, and she could feel the roughness of his palm against her lips, making it hard to breathe. Panic surged through her chest as she struggled, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. The muffled sound of her own cries echoed in her ears, but no one could hear her. The street was eerily empty, and her hopes of anyone coming to her rescue were fading fast.Chloe's mind raced. She had to get away—she had to do something before it was too late. Desperation overtook her, and without a second thought, she bit down on his hand with all the force she could muster. Dennis let out a sharp hiss, loosening his grip just enough for her to break free.For a brief moment, Chloe was free. Her mouth was no longer silenced, and she took a deep breath, ready to scream for help as loudly as she could. She turned to run, her legs trembling beneath her, but her movements felt slug
Zach’s heart raced as he stood in front of the driver, his mind filled with dread. He had been on edge all day, feeling like something bad was looming over him, but he couldn’t have imagined this. His worst fears were becoming real. His breathing quickened as he struggled to maintain his composure, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His daughter. She was his world, and something was terribly wrong.“Where’s my daughter?” Zach asked, his voice tight with worry, though he tried to hide the panic rising in his throat.The driver hesitated, his eyes darting to the floor. “Sir… Mr. Zach,” he stammered, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He seemed terrified, as though he knew the answer he was about to give wouldn’t satisfy Zach.Zach’s anxiety spiked even more. His hand balled into a fist at his side, his body tensing. “Where is my daughter?” His voice rose, the urgency now undeniable.“I—I don’t know. I don’t know, Mr. Zach!” the driver stammered, his voice shaky. His eyes were wide
THE NEXT MORNINGI woke feeling refreshed and full of anticipation for the day ahead. The previous night with Zach had been unforgettable—one that would remain etched in my memory forever.Sliding out of bed, I stretched and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The soft sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Once in the bathroom, I began to undress for a shower, savoring the quiet moment of solitude.But the peace didn’t last long.The door creaked open, and Zach stepped in casually, his mischievous smile lighting up his face.“Zach! What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to cover myself with a towel.“I want to take a shower with you,” he said, completely unfazed by my protest.I narrowed my eyes, trying to look stern, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Really? Now, of all times? You’re one naughty man, Zach.”He grinned, pulling me close by my waist. The warmth of his touch melted my resolve, and soon the rest of the morning became
I walked into the big organization, hoping I would find Zach in his office.Once inside, I headed straight to the counter and found the same rude lady who had called the guard on us the last time.“You,” she said, quickly recognizing me. “What are you doing here? Hope you're not going to cause a scene.”“Shut the fuck up,” I yelled. “I’m here to see my husband, Zach.”The woman chuckled. “Husband? I thought Mr. Zach made it clear last time that he doesn’t have a wife.”I glared at her as my patience wore thin. I could feel the urge to slap her rising within me.“That’s because he didn’t know I was the one coming to see him,” I snapped. “Now, before my patience snaps, tell me: is Mr. Zach in his office? I’m not standing here to explain myself more than I already have.”“Sorry, ma’am, but you can’t see him,” she replied.I heaved a heavy sigh. “And why is that?” I asked, my eyes already turning red with frustration.“It’s because Mr. Zach didn’t come to work.”“What do you mean he hasn’
AUDREY'S POVI was wrongly accused of cheating, and I couldn't do anything to defend myself. My hands trembled as I stood up from my chair, tears stinging my eyes. The room felt suffocating, but my anger gave me strength.I marched up to Frank, my vision blurring with fury, and delivered a hard slap across his face.“How dare you slap my son!” Keira shot up from her seat, her voice shrill and cutting through the tension.But I wasn’t in the mood for her antics. I turned to her, my voice firm and unyielding. “Quiet!”She froze, her eyes widening as she saw the anger burning in mine. I caught a flicker of fear in her gaze before she sat back down.Turning my attention back to Frank, I grabbed his collar, my voice trembling but forceful. “Tell them! Tell them that everything you just said is a lie!”His smirk only fueled my rage, and I slapped him again, harder this time.“You were the one who came to my room last night!” I accused. “You tried to force yourself on me, and when I kicked y
FRANK'S POVAfter Nora had given that beautiful night of pleasure, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. The memory lingered in my mind as I left my room, a sense of satisfaction and purpose fueling my steps. I needed more of her.But for now, I had another task to handle. I began heading toward Audrey's room.Once I arrived, I stood outside her door and heaved a heavy sigh. My fist hovered for a moment before I knocked firmly on the door.********Audrey’s night had already been ruined once, thanks to Nora. The bitter memory of being interrupted still burned in her mind. She had finally managed to drift back to sleep when another knock echoed through the room.Groaning, she sat up, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.“I swear, if it’s Nora again, I’ll rip her skull apart,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way to the door, each step fueled by irritation. She yanked the door open, only to freeze.Standing in front of her was Frank—the last per
I stared at her as a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I began walking, wanting to go inside, but she held me by the neck and pushed me back outside."I said, what do you want, Nora?"She sneered at me again."Nothing much," I replied. "Just came to say congratulations. I heard you're getting married, and I just want to say you better watch your back. There are lots of problems which come to many people on their wedding day. Lots of problems."After speaking, I could see her clenching her jaw in anger, and the satisfaction I had was indescribable."See you later," I said lastly as I turned and began walking away down the hallway. I heard the door slam shut with a heavy thud, and I couldn't help but give a slight chuckle.You don't know what's coming your way, Audrey, I thought. I'm your worst nightmare.While I kept walking down the hallway, I stumbled across a room. Music came coming out from the room—it was loud, and I knew only one person could be this dumb: my pawn, Frank.I
I stared at her, tightening my jaw unintentionally. My anger flared up, but I kept it under control.“Jake, what happened to your house? How come it's on fire? Oh my God, Jake, what are you going to do?” Nora said, her voice filled with panic as she began acting.Her expression changed into a sad one, and tears welled up in her eyes.Wow, this girl is a good actor, I thought. Why didn't she go into the movie industry instead of trying to steal other people's husbands?Jake placed his hands over his head and bent down.“Don’t worry, Jake. Everything will be fine, okay? Just calm down. Calm down, okay?” I reassured him.“No, Audrey,” Jake said. “Everything’s not gonna be okay. That house was handed to me months ago, and here I am hearing it’s been burnt to nothing but ash. Where am I going to stay? How am I going to live, Audrey?”I glanced at Zach. His expression was perfectly composed, but I noticed the subtle twitch of his lips as he tried to hold back laughter. I knew it was because
My brother had told me about a girl he wanted to be his life partner. He said he was going to bring her home so I could meet her, and surprisingly, it was that good-for-nothing Nora.I stood there momentarily shocked. Nora stood there smiling at me, while Jake wore an opulent smile on his face.I clenched my fists as my jaw tightened. I didn't hesitate for a second. I stormed toward her, not caring about Jake's presence or what he would think. I raised my hands and slapped Nora across the face.The slap tilted her face to one side, and she held her cheek."AUDREY! What's wrong with you? Why did you slap Nora?" Jake said as he held Nora tight in his arms."Never mind him," my eyes kept staring at Nora. "So because you couldn't get Zach, you wormed your way into my brother's life?""AUDREY, what are you talking about? Nora is my girlfriend. We've been dating for months now!" Jake said."You don't know this girl, Jake. She's evil, believe me. She tried to create a rift between Zach and m
I walked out of the warehouse soon after Frank and strolled down the road to hail a cab home. I knew my plan was a solid one, and there’d be no room for pitfalls.With each step, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. A family of fools, I thought. They're so gullible.I saw a taxi approaching and quickly flicked my hand to signal the driver to pull over. As soon as he stopped, I got into the car and closed the door.The rest of the journey was pleasant, filled with thoughts of my plan in motion. Soon enough, the taxi pulled up at the street leading to my house.With deliberate steps, I walked down my street toward my house. Once I reached the front door, I searched my bag for my keys. Surprisingly, I couldn’t find them.“Where could I have put it?” I muttered under my breath.My mind quickly darted back to the warehouse. Shit, I cursed. I had been so focused on my plans that I’d forgotten my keys there.I sighed. “What am I going to do now? Should I spend the night at Jake's?” An id
Frank’s sharp gaze pinned Nora in place as he leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed. “Has the plan started?, what do you mean the plan 's started? " A sly smile spread across Nora’s lips. She tilted her head slightly as she took a slow step toward him, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. “Oh, baby boy, I’ve got two pawns up my sleeve now—oops, sorry, allies.” Her voice dripped with mock sweetness, but her eyes betrayed the cunning behind her words.Frank’s jaw tightened. “I’m not your pawn, Nora,” he said, his voice firm and edged with warning.She blinked innocently, placing a manicured hand over her chest. “Did I say you were my pawn?” she asked, feigning surprise. “It was just a slip of the tongue.”Frank took a step closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. His voice dropped, low and threatening. “I know very well that wasn’t a slip of the tongue, Nora. You meant every word.”For a moment, she faltered, her smile flicker