“Kelly is your sister?”A crinkle appeared between Joan’s brows as she was sat back into the edge of the bed. Ivan had showed her a photo of his family across the phone in his hands—a photo she’d looked at for about five minutes before turning her face back to him.With a scoff, it was obvious how much relief washed over her face and a little embarrassment of course. She wiped beneath her eyes and Ivan pulled away with a smirk. Somehow, she still asked him the same question with doubt in her shaky voice.“Yes” He calmly replied.“She texted because i was supposed to meet my father and he could be a lot difficult” Ivan added and she let a sigh escape her lips. “Is he sick?” Joan asked softly, running her hands into her hair but Ivan shook his head. “No, no not really. He’s just very old and demanding and Kelly had had enough” They both shared a chuckle before his eyes locked into hers. Joan raised her feet beneath her thighs and it was then Ivan stretched out his hands.“I don’t know
“I’m leaving”“I’m leaving with the kids” Colton barged through the doors with Emily in his hands and Samantha immediately stood to face him with a furrow between her brows.“No you’re not” She shook her head and he was breathless.“I don’t think it’s safe anymore and i have this feeling that it’s all going to end tonight. When they walk through those doors, i won’t be here and the kids won’t too” Colton gritted through his teeth, mustering enough courage to face Samantha.And it was then she pulled out a gun to him. “I call the shots here, Colton. I brought you unto this plan and you wouldn’t have seen your kids if it weren’t for me. You don’t leave until i say you leave. This is my plan” Samantha’s patience ran thin as she threw him a narrow gaze.Colton bridged the gap between them with slow and steady steps and his fingertips grazed the edge of the table. “But they are my kids” He snarled back at her and Samantha pushed a lump down her throat, making an enemy of whom she once saw
The doors pulled away with a rigorous buzz sound and Jazzlyn almost shut her eyes, A chill slithered up her spine as she made her way across the aisle between the cells. Her heels clacked along the stained floors as she clenched her beige coat across her shoulders.Slow breathes escaped her lips, oozing out cold air. Who could blame her—winter usually hit early in Northern Chicago. “Here, miss” One of the uniformed guards that accompanied her held out his baton pointedly to a rooted metal table with two chairs on opposite sides and Jazz cleared her throat before taking her seat.You could hear the raging echoes come from above the large halls and occasionally, she would throw her head over her shoulders whilst clutching her purse. She’d watched enough movies to imagine a prison-break scenario. But luckily her mind didn’t wonder for too long because just then, her sister was escorted out.You could see the amount of relief that washed over Holly’s face as she sat into the chair next to
Leonardo spun around in his wheeled chair before he settled his gaze where she laid. A smile crept to the corner of his lips as he reminisced the last night.It was magical, and maybe that was even an understatement.Isabella laid so peacefully across the bed, her head slumped into the pillow and her arms clasping the wide duvet across her slender frame. Her eyes were closed and her hair was a mess and somehow she was still so beautiful.In his hands was the ring he’d kept all this time and Leonardo questioned himself whether or not it was the right time to bring up the fact that he knew. That it was the right time to finally put the lies behind them now that they both knew they loved each other.Rarely did he ever feel this way but it was just how Isabella was.The next second, she slowly parted her eyes, raising her head from the pillow. She yawned and her eyes immediately locked into his dark ones. He let the ring fall back into his drawer, not that she hadn’t seen it before but sh
The metals from his handcuffs clanged against each other the moment he set his hands to the table before him. He had shackles around his ankles as well which made it a lot harder for him to move.It was why when Colton finally took a seat, he heaved from his chapped lips, a breath of relief. Sheriff Steven didn't cut him some slack as their eyes immediately locked with shared hostility. "What do you want from me?" Colton dared to be rude.The only outcome that ever came from that was his face being bashed in, but that was after some altercation with an inmate here. He was barely thriving but he wasn't willing to let go of his tough skin. Stevens leaned forward with a piece of paper in his hands."I want to offer you something" He looked into his red eye and Colton cracked his neck joints by tilting it. "I want to offer you a deal" Stevens continued, barely piquing his attention. "What's the catch?" He croaked."It was a deal that was initially meant for Samantha but if you give us i
There was a rigid knock upon her door and Patricia lifted her gaze from the ice-cream she'd cravingly gorged into since morning. It took all the strength within her to pull herself up from the couch.A few weeks had passed since where we left of, meaning Patricia was already months into her pregnancy and since her stomach already began to come out, she'd spent most of her days indoors with Elena.She sauntered towards her front door, looking through her peep-hole and then her lips slowly parted. She hefted the handle and pulled the door apart to face her—"Father!" Came a surprising tone in her voice and Elena walked into the living room, abandoning her kitchen mittens to embrace her husband. With his arms around her, Gregory didn't hide the disappointment in his eyes the moment he saw his plump daughter with her hands atop her stomach."Patricia" He barely acknowledged her presence before brushing past her shoulders with his suitcase in his hands. Elena placed a kiss across his cheeks
"I need you to put it on."His voice was laced in a certain level of hoarseness and a deeper baritone while Isabella brought her shock-stricken gaze to rest upon what he held in his hands. A shaky breath escaped her lips, seeing the ring she'd left that night of seven years ago.Leonardo placed to the desk and tears stung the back of her eyes. He knew, how long had he know—she thought. Her mind raced with a million thoughts as she took a step back. He pushed. a hard lump down his throat, seeing how much recognition dawned in her amber eyes.With her pupils dilated, Isabella froze looking back and forth, him and the concrete evidence and she knew in that moment that this changes everything."Leonardo" Came a tone barely recognizable from her. It had a vicious crack inside of it and she reached out to his hands. "I can explain—" He forcibly turned his gaze away from her before drawing his hands away.Some part of him doubted that it was not true these past few days, and that even though
There's a popular saying that all things happen for a reason—it could easily be the most beautiful thing to say to someone or the most outrageous, heartless and gut-wrenching words to those that grieve.Loss is inevitable, that much we know.But it doesn't soothe the wounds any better, words like that just tend to dig into it further because once it marinates, you tend to question literally everything. Because in the worst of times, what really was the reason.Elena cleared her throat with the metal cutleries in her hands and occasionally, she lifted her face to gaze into Gregory's. A smile would light up his face for a second or two before a deafening silence would ensue not long after.Her daughter's kept ringing in her ears—"My whole life, father never changed. What makes you think that he's ready to do now" Siting in that chair, Elena wore a benefit of the doubt beneath her lavish lavender evening dress. But sometimes we trust the wrong people at the his words, Gregory seemed to