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Ninety - Three
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2025-02-23 23:22:48
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One Careless Night Ninety - Four
I sat on the cold wooden floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my daughter, rocking her gently as she slept. The room was dimly lit by the flickering bulb overhead, casting eerie shadows along the cracked walls. My body was exhausted, my mind overwhelmed, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I had been counting the minutes, listening carefully to every sound outside my locked door, hoping—praying—for an opportunity to escape. And then I heard it. Laughter. Cheers. The sound of glasses clinking together. It was coming from the other room, the one Karen had taken over since bringing me here. I stiffened, straining my ears. “…Told you he’d pay,” a deep male voice said, followed by a low chuckle. “Well, of course, he did,” Karen’s voice rang out, full of satisfaction. “Jack isn’t stupid. He knows what happens when you refuse to cooperate.” My stomach clenched. Jack had paid. My heart twisted in my chest. What had they told him? Did he even know it was Karen behind this
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I swallowed hard, forcing my racing thoughts into some form of coherence. Almost time for what? Where were they taking me? What else did my mother have planned? I looked down at my daughter again, her tiny body curled up peacefully. Completely unaware of the danger surrounding us. A fresh wave of determination surged through me. I had to protect her. Whatever it took, I had to get us out of this. The van continued down the road, the occasional bump making my body jolt against the seat. My wrists ached from the tight rope, but I refused to let the discomfort distract me. I needed to focus on my surroundings. Through the windshield, I could make out faint headlights in the distance, but they were few and far between. The road was isolated, dark, and lined with towering trees on either side. We weren’t in the city anymore. We were heading somewhere more remote. Somewhere harder to escape from. I clenched my fists. A sudden shift in the van’s speed made my stomach drop. We were
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My blood ran cold. “No…” I whispered, my mind racing. Jack thought he had paid for our freedom. He thought he had saved us. But this was never about the money—it was about control. It was about my mother keeping me away from him permanently. “You’re insane,” I breathed, my entire body trembling with rage and fear. “Jack will never stop looking for me. No matter where you take me, he’ll find me.” Karen chuckled, amused by my defiance. “Oh, sweetheart,” she crooned. “By the time he realizes what’s happened, you’ll be long gone. A new life. A new identity. Far away from all of this.” I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into my palms. I had to think. I had to find a way out before it was too late. A sudden cry escaped my baby’s lips, and I immediately rocked her gently, murmuring soothing words even as my own world spiraled into chaos. Karen sighed dramatically. “See? Even she knows it’s time to go.” I looked up, my eyes burning with unspoken fury. “I won’t let you take
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The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken threats. My mother’s smirk lingered as if she enjoyed watching the panic settle in my chest. She wasn’t just playing a game—she was winning. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady. “You can’t keep me locked away forever.” Karen let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Oh, Sophia,” she said, almost pitying. “You still think you have a choice in this, don’t you?” I glared at her, my grip on my daughter tightening. “Jack will find me. And when he does—” She leaned in closer, cutting me off with a whisper that sent chills through me. “Jack won’t find you, sweetheart. Not this time.” Her words were like ice, freezing every hope I had clung to. I refused to believe it. Jack would never stop looking for me. He would turn the world upside down if he had to. But the confidence in my mother’s eyes told me she had planned for that. She straightened, smoothing down her dress before stepping back. “Now, get some r
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-27One Careless Night Ninety - Eight
I blinked rapidly as the doctor continued his checks, his light flashing in and out of my eyes. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, my body heavy, as though weighed down by something far greater than exhaustion. Jack’s hand was still gripping mine, his touch warm and grounding, yet a nagging feeling clawed at the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right. I tried to focus, to piece together what had happened, but everything felt… distant. As if my memories were slipping through my fingers like sand. The fear, the kidnapping, the plane ride, my mother’s twisted plan—it had all felt so real. Too real. My breath quickened. I had been trapped. My mother had taken me away. I had fought to escape, to protect my baby— My baby. Panic surged through me as I squeezed Jack’s hand. "Where is she?" My voice was weak, hoarse, as if I hadn’t spoken in days. "Where is my baby?" Jack's eyes softened, a flicker of something unreadable flashing across his face. He exchanged a brief look with
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Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I held onto my mother, feeling the raw emotion in her embrace. It was different from the cold, calculating version of her that had haunted my dreams. My mother—was trembling, vulnerable, and truly relieved to see me alive. She pulled away slightly, her eyes scanning my face as if to make sure I was really there. “You scared me, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “We almost lost you.” I swallowed hard, shifting my gaze to my father. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the depth of emotion in his eyes told me everything. He had been just as terrified. Jack cleared his throat, stepping forward. “She’s still weak,” he said gently. “Let’s not overwhelm her.” My mother nodded, dabbing at her eyes before glancing down at the bundle in my arms. Her expression softened instantly. “Can I…?” She hesitated, looking at me as if asking for permission. I glanced down at my daughter, my heart swelling with love. My mother had been by my s
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Jack frowned, his eyes scanning my face. “What is it? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?”I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.” I hesitated before finally whispering, “It’s about what I saw while I was in a coma.”Jack’s brows furrowed. “You mean… like a dream?”I swallowed hard. “It felt real, Jack. So real.” I exhaled, gathering my thoughts. “I was kidnapped… by my own mother. She took me and our daughter, and she wanted ransom money. But it wasn’t just about the money—it was about revenge. She hated the fact that I chose you.”Jack’s face darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. “Karen?” he asked, his voice sharp.I nodded. “She took us to some remote place, and I was trapped, powerless. I kept trying to find a way out, but it was impossible. And when the ransom was paid, I thought she would let me go—but she had other plans.” I shuddered at the memory, even though it had only been a dream. “I don’t know what she was planning, but the way she looked at me, the way she smirked w
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Days turned into weeks, and life slowly began to settle into a new rhythm. My body was healing, my daughter was growing stronger, and Jack did everything in his power to make sure I felt safe. Yet, despite everything, there was still a heaviness inside me, a wound that had nothing to do with my physical health.It was the wound my mother had left behind.I tried to ignore it. Tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t need her. But at night, when the house was quiet, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she had looked at me in my dream. The way she had looked at me with so much anger, so much disappointment. The way she had planned to hurt me, as if I meant nothing to her. But it was all a dream. I kept telling myself that.And then, one evening, she showed up at my doorstep.I froze when I saw her standing there, dressed simply in a dark blue dress, looking smaller than I remembered. Her face had aged in a way that had nothing to do with time—there was exhaustion in her
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Rachel groaned as the officers restrained her, pressing her wounded shoulder against the cold concrete. Her eyes burned with hatred as she glared up at me. "This isn't over," she spat, her voice shaking. "You think you’ve won? You haven’t. I’ll—"Jack stepped forward, his face an unreadable mask of fury. "You're done, Rachel," he said coldly. "You kidnapped Sophie, held her hostage, and threatened her life. You’re not getting out of this."Rachel’s lips trembled, her breathing uneven. "Jack, I—""Save it," Jefferson cut in, his voice as sharp as a blade. He nodded toward the officers. "Get her out of here."The police yanked Rachel to her feet, dragging her toward the exit. As she passed me, she leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper. "Enjoy this while it lasts, Sophie. Because sooner or later, your perfect little world will come crashing down."I didn’t flinch. I simply held her gaze, unshaken. "Goodbye, Rachel."And with that, they took her away.---Outside the warehouse, the cold
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I forced myself to stay calm, pushing past the terror threatening to consume me. Rachel had lost everything—her pride, her so-called love, her future. That made her dangerous.But I refused to let her win.I flexed my wrists again, twisting my fingers in slow, careful movements against the rough rope. Every second counted. Every movement had to be precise.The man who had taunted me walked away, leaving me under the watch of another. He was younger, hesitant, his grip on his gun less confident than the others.A weakness.Rachel turned back to me, her arms crossed as she smirked. "You know, Sophie, I thought about just killing you and being done with it."A shiver ran down my spine, but I didn’t let my fear show."But then," Rachel continued, pacing in front of me, "I realized something. Killing you would be too easy. Too quick." She leaned down, her face inches from mine. "I want you to suffer first. I want you to know what it feels like to lose everything."I glared at her, refusing
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My knees nearly buckled beneath me. I stared at Rachel, my mind struggling to process the sight before me. The girl who once shared my secrets, my laughter, my life—now stood before me as my captor, her arms crossed with a cruel smirk playing on her lips.“Surprised?” she taunted, tilting her head slightly. “You shouldn’t be. You had to know I wasn’t going to just sit back and watch you get everything you ever wanted.”My mouth went dry. “Rachel…” My voice came out barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief and betrayal. “Why?”Her smirk widened. “Oh, Sophie… Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” She took a slow, deliberate step toward me. “Jack was supposed to be mine. Your mother promised me, but you stole him from me.”I recoiled as if she had struck me. “That’s not true! You two were never together! Jack never loved you!”Rachel’s face twisted with rage. “That’s what you tell yourself, isn’t it?” she sneered. “Well, a deal is a deal.” Her nostrils flared as she clench
