Friday evening, "I'm ready. Let's go." Ashton orders the driver at the backseat, sitting at the back with his wife, Ivy, their hands intertwined."Come on, I'm only going for one night, I'll be back before you know it."Ivy does not respond and places her head on his shoulder."I thought you said you were not sure if you are going to miss me? What's this sudden show of affection now?" He teases, squeezing her hands gently. I.She looks up at him. "I wish I said yes to going with you. Now it's too late. Come back fast okay? I'll leave for mum's as soon as I return. I can't stay in this big house all alone, let alone overnight. Come back really really soon, hm?"He nods. "Pinky promise. It's only a night, I'll be back tomorrow morning. I'm sure I can't stay without you for a whole day either. I'll be back as early as I am allowed to."By the time they arrived at the airport, Ivy reluctantly let's him go, waving till the private plane goes into orbit... Or into the air.She looks around
"What are you doing?! Come on, let me go... I'll give you everything I've got, just release me." Richard pleads and begs on his knees with a black cloth tied over his face.A gruff laughter echoes in the room. "What have you got to give me that I don't have already?" The unknown man asks, sitting in the shadows and watching the man tied less than ten feet of him.Richard shivers for some reason. He doesn't know this voice and yet it seems so familiar to him... Fear clouds a person's memory anyway. "I have a lot. I am Richard Wright. Just let me make a call to my family and you'll know how far my hands go.""Your family? That whore you sleep with? Or the actual Wright's who exiled you less than a month ago?"Richard swallows. "I see you know everything. Just let me go, I'll do something for you, anything.""You can't even do anything for yourself than try to force yourself on your ex wife. Disgusting idiot."Richard scoffs. "You're a man, you will understand if I say some women deserve
Arielle's heart raced as she was led back to her cell by the stern as always female police officer. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead illuminated the grim surroundings of the police station, casting long shadows in the gloomy evening.Arielle thinks to herself that now, they have no use for her anymore since they now have a new lead. She'll probably just be abandoned, be left behind at the cell until something makes them remember her once again.With each step, Arielle's mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, frustration, and a sudden burning desire for freedom. As they approached her cell, she couldn't help but notice the long corridor leading to the exit, tantalizingly close yet seemingly out of reach. The lights from the hallway that she has become so familiar seemed to shine even brighter in the evening of the day.Suddenly, a very wild idea took hold of her, fueled by desperation and a sudden energy rush. Without a moment's hesitation, Arielle lashed out, her fist co
The arrival in Washington DC mirrored the twilight spectacle Ashton had grown accustomed to in New York. Its a city alive with the energy of its inhabitants as day surrendered to night. Stepping off the plane, he felt a familiar sense of exhilaration mixed with a pang of longing for his wife, Ivy. The sight of the sprawling cityscape, with its gleaming monuments and bustling streets, stirred memories of their plans to travel together.Before Ashton could fully immerse himself in the sights and sounds of the nation's capital, his phone buzzed with a message from Ivy. A photo accompanied by a heartfelt message instantly brought a smile to his face, warming his heart with the reminder of the love awaiting him at home. With renewed determination, he set off towards his first order of business, eager to make the most of his time in the city.Navigating through the many numbers of people, Ashton made his way to his scheduled meeting, the anticipation of reuniting with Ivy lending an extra s
Grant Hall sat alone in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of his computer screen casting shadows across the cluttered desk. Outside, the city buzzed with life even as the night descended, but inside the confines of his office, the atmosphere was one of solitude and silence, just as he loved it.As the hours stretched on, Grant's thoughts were consumed by the case that had consumed his every waking moment—a puzzle with more questions than answers, and stakes higher than he dared to imagine.Just as he resigned himself to another long night of solitary work, a gentle knock at the door shattered the silence. Startled, Grant glanced up to see Wren standing in the doorway, a small bag of food in her hand and a small smile on her face."Wren," Grant greeted her with a weary smile, gesturing for her to come in. "What brings you here at this hour?"Wren stepped into the office, her gaze meeting Grant's with a mixture of unreadable feelings and determination. "I knew you'd be working late to
As Mike and Roger slipped away from the confines of their mansion, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. Tonight, they were determined to satisfy Mike's insatiable urges, to quell the burning desire that threatened to consume him at every turn. With each passing moment, their resolve hardened, driving them forward with a single-minded determination.They are both extremely determined to have Ivy tonight. There is absolutely no better time than when she's asleep, subconscious and her husband is not around to keep her warm. They will make it their own mission to do so for her.Under the cover of darkness, they navigated the silent streets with practiced ease, their destination clear in their minds. Ivy's house loomed on the horizon, a beacon of familiarity in the otherwise deserted night. With a silent understanding, they pressed on, their footsteps muffled by the thick blanket of night. They make it their business to do their works on their tippy toes, ignoring any sound that
Ashton suddenly sits up on his bed.The nightmare had clawed its way into Ashton's consciousness like a specter of dread, tearing him from the depths of sleep with a gasp of terror. His heart hammered against his ribcage, a frantic rhythm that echoed the turmoil within his mind. In a haze of fear and urgency, he threw off the covers and stumbled from his bed, his nightdress billowing around him as he rushed to the waiting plane. He had called them immediately to make the plane ready for takeoff. It's almost one am in the morning and he's still in his pajamas but he does not care. He's just worried about Ivy's safety.The pilots, startled by his abrupt arrival, wasted no time in preparing for takeoff, their movements swift and efficient as they responded to Ashton's urgent commands. With engines roaring to life, the plane surged forward, hurtling into the inky darkness of the night sky.Ashton's mind raced with a sense of foreboding, the nightmare's lingering tendrils weaving through h
Minutes earlier...Mike and Roger broke into the mansion successfully as most of the staff had been sent home to have a day off and the security is not on the side where they take inside.Roger had remotely turned away the CCTV cameras from the entrance they were going to take so even the security watching the camera's would not have seen anything.They scale the fence, carefully avoiding the electric nets on the top and nimbly jumps down."You've turned us into squirrels and birds just because of a woman." Roger half whispers.Mike shushes him. "Shhhh. Don't let anyone hear us, we didn't see anyone here doesn't mean no one will come here to tread quietly."Roger rolls his eyes in the dark. "Fine then. Let's just hurry up and do what we came here for."Mike smirks, the thought of his achievement after everything is over pushes the tiredness he's starting to feel into the lower part of his brain where it's not going to be acknowledged. He moves on nimbly, avoiding a lot of broken twigs