In his car, Lucas taps his steering wheel over and over again, staring at the lit up face of his phone, open on a contact ID.The contact read Logan.Nothing more, no emojis or anything showing familiarity. It's just as the way you'd save a stranger you meet on the bus, no form of fondness or anything, even worse when the person behind the phone number is supposed to be a family member.He decides not to call and just keeps his phone.He looks up at the brightly lit sign bearing the name "Mi-nello" and whispers to the air. "I promise to protect you, Mikayla, no matter what it costs me." Before he zooms out, driving south of there.He passes a lot of buildings, finally coming to a stop in front of a tall apartment building owned by Logan. He sighs and turns off the car before stepping out, locking it.He sighs once again, cold creeping up his shoulders from what he's about to go meet in there. He knows Logan and himself have no shred of being called family so there's no use hoping for
Sitting around a long dining table, months after the death of their parents and the funeral and everything that happened. Logan and Lusia had reached out to Lucas, who at the time was a young billionaire who had everything he needed in the world.Except a family to call his own.So, when the duo reached out to him and said they wanted to apologize, he had given them listening ears."How can I help you now?" He asks them, looking back and forth from each person.Lusia had spoken first. "Thinking back to what we did to you even though we should have known better is why we are here right now. It was very poor of us to have done what we did."Logan had genuinely looked remorseful. "We were greedy and I acted like a cheap roadside fighter, beating and knocking my own brother unconscious. I'm sorry.""I'm sorry as well. I should have put a stop to all of the madness right from the start. I did not behave like an older sister at all and I'm really really sorry for that."Lucas had really key
Lucas had passed out that night and had missed a lot that has happened around him but at the time he came to, he was laying in a bed with a plaid bedcover, thick blankets on and his shirt was gone.It was plain that it was just him who was in the bed and he was hearing some voices outside.Just then, there's a small knock on the door and a lady had come in, extremely unfamiliar and dressed in a white gown with a black apron, she was dressed in the regular cloth that cleaners in hotels wear so he had immediately sat up and looked at her with alarm in his eyes.He had been extremely angry that time coupled with the feeling of betrayal. He sat up and grabbed his clothes, fishing around in the pocket for his belongings but everything had been intact and somehow he had been bothered by that."Oh sir, I didn't know you were in here. I thought the room was empty and came in to clean. I'm sorry, I'll leave now." She had bowed very slightly and had turned to leave."Please wait..."Worst mista
The cold shower that had seemed to be working just fine suddenly started to emit heat and Lucas's whole body, all his body could see and pay full attention to was the one woman on the bed.Her blonde hair scattered all over her face and a part of it on the bed, her gown had pulled up to her thighs and if Lucas bent just lower, he would see beneath her cloth.He clenched his fist in a bid to return to the shower but his legs would not budge, his eyes were wide open, staring at the easy on the eye woman in the bed.His brain at that moment could not even register the faint giggling he could hear, then his legs moved, not away from her but approached her, his thick hands pulling her body straight.She hummed something and wriggled under him, her bare skin coming into contact with his, her body was just as hot as his was.Just that split spark of a moment sends him over the edge and he took her that night. In the middle though, the woman did some work even in her slight and hot subconscio
Outside the mansion, Grey takes another look and then at the paper pictures in his hands, one of Minta and Ronald on their wedding day and the other one, the one year old picture of the baby, Bethany Callaghan, he folds them gently and puts it into his pocket before driving back to the station, his next spot of agenda in his head.As soon as he arrived, he walked to the holding cell and released Smith from the lock hold. “Maybe you will be a little more sensible now.”“Thank you.” Smith mutters, dusting off his uniform.“So, what did you find out from going to their house? Did you even meet anyone?” The clerk asks him.Grey brings out the photo and unfolds them onto the table. “I met someone, who used to work for the family. So, long story short, they have disappeared for over twenty years and they had left a baby that no family member will take care of. This baby was taken to an orphanage that soon after, closed down. So now, I need to find those who ran the orphanage at the time and
Out of the blues, Mikayla decides to go to the Anderson Villa…On arriving there, she sees that the gate still has not been repaired so she can just drive into the compound without having to take anybody’s permission, which she does.After parking the car, she gets off and walks to the door. She raises her hands to knock but as her knuckles connect to the door, the door pushes itself open in her hands and it opens. Surprised slightly, she fully opens it and goes inside, walking the dim hall down into the visitor living room, where there is still no sign of life.“Hello?” She calls out, receiving no response.She walks into the dining room where she abruptly stops, her eyes coming to rest on Stella and Lily as they eat in silence. Both of them look up, startled as well.It takes a few seconds for everything to register in the eyes of the trio, and suddenly, Mikayla does not know why she came there in the first place, recollecting the last time she had been there and what had ensued bet
“Good afternoon Mr. Trelawney, I am Grey Mills.”“Nice to meet you detective. I hear you are checking a case regarding the old orphanage?”“Yes. She was one when she was brought to the orphanage in the year you served as director. Do you recognize her?”“Oh, yes. Bethany Callaghan.”Grey frowns ever so slightly. “Wha… How do you remember her? It’s been over twenty years, hasn’t it? And please don’t tell me it is because you have a good memory.”Daniel drops the photo and looks up. “It is not something I am proud of but let me tell you a story.”Grey leans back, having all the time in the world to come to the end of the case that has been puzzling him for almost a full month now.Just to find the person who murdered a man, he is going to so much lengths, into the stories of others that is probably all just connected and weaved together like an African mat.“At this exact year, a week before the baby was brought to the orphanage, we were tight on funds. When I say tight, we were in the
Normally, having a day off from work is considered to be a blessing for a police officer but on this particular day off, Grey is exceptionally happy for the opportunity to shift the day till he wants to actually put it to good use.He puts on his gloves and a blue white face mask before walking through the doors of the house. He's only ever investigated the Anderson's on the outside but now, he is gaining access to their own home, maybe he will find some clues that can nail the case shut or at least, make headway with something.He sidesteps past the steady streams of officers, walking over to the body that has been cut down from its place in the ceiling to the floor.Not far away sits Reese and Lily, both of them staring at the lifeless body of Stella.Unlike the movies had made it seem, so easy to close the deceased eyes, the EMTs had chosen to not subject the family to the horror of seeing her eyelids forcefully pulled down so her eyes are, hauntingly, open.Leaving the body to sta