They were seated around the dining table in sheer silence, nothing to be heard but the tick-tock echoes from the clock that hung over the muraled walls. Her fingers intertwined with each other—and it took Isabella hours to finally calm her outrage.She couldn’t speak, her throat was injured. And her eyes sour from the tears that couldn’t even fall again, she’d cried that much but after many assurances, she finally sat opposite Stevens who had promised to get her children back.Except she didn’t want promises, she wanted action. She wanted to see the work being done but right now, all she had was faith, and hope although she was usually scared to have both.“Dare to hope” Majorie always said. But in that moment, something as abstract and promising seemed so fearful. And the thought of never seeing her kids again brought tears to Isabella’s eyes—she was wrong, she still could cry, but only if she tried.She felt his hard yet comforting hands slip through hers in an embrace beneath the t
The flash drive fell to the table with a thud and Sheriff Stevens had his laptop just in case. He pulled open the monitor as he inserted the metal mouth into a side port. Leonardo hovered behind her and so did Isabella. “You think we could get something off here?” Isabella asked him, running her hands through her hair as relief washed over her pale face. “I’m remaining optimistic that your aunt is right” Leonardo muttered beneath his breath, throwing his head over his shoulders.“But why—why make such accusations if there’s a possibility that it’s not true” Sheriff Stevens looked back to Isa and a lump slid down her closing throat. “My aunt, she’s sick sort of. Sometimes she gets like this and sometimes it’s even worse” She responded.In that moment, it crushed her heart that she even said that but that was the only logical explanation, right? Because what could the maid, Jazzlyn have to benefit from the kidnapping of her kids?So much.But she had no idea, she was oblivious to the t
TWELVE YEARS AGO.Isabella was sixteen and like unlike most sixteen year olds these days, all she cared about was herself and the boy in front of her—the boy she loved with all her heart, in a city that was home to her. She had plans, a million of them interwoven with these things,Her shrill chuckle echoed off the white washed walls of this abandoned building that was exclusive to them—their little hide out spot, that when she snuck out her house at midnight, they met here. Even their first time was here and times like this when they ditched school, it was usually to come here.It wasn't more than a deciphered structure with bullet-cracked windows and an eerie aura, but all that mattered was the meaning behind it. The fact that something like this was home to them—something as real as what they felt for each other. And the moment her bold brown eyes met Colton's, she was convinced that not many things lasted forever, but what they shared was.This very moment was.In his arms, she ch
The car came to an abrupt halt, with Isabella alighting from the backseat. Leonardo, whose hands wedged underneath his chin threw her a daunting stare. He couldn’t get that image out of his head—and he couldn’t quiet his raging thoughts.Did she know?If she did, then why did Isabella lie?He got down the car, closing the door behind him and pacing towards her to match her steps. “Isabella” He called and they both halted, the winds whistling through their hair. He slipped his hands into his pocket, nudging his adam’s apple with a hard lump.She looked to him with her dreamy-brown eyes and a lopsided gait—why was only more familiar now that he realized? She pulled the strands of hair that fell across her face, those were shorter, they were shorter than seven years ago and the one in the photo.God, she’d changed so much but somehow not enough.And looking at her, his tongue went paralyzed. He searched the heavens and the earth for what he could possibly say—that perhaps she should give
The moment was intense, and so was her climax.In the nick of time, Ivan managed to pull away from her, rubbing his fingers against the back of his jeans. And Joan clung to the wall, holding around the railings as she wiped her sweat. Not long after the chime, the doors separated and in came an elderly woman who darted suspicious glares at the both of them. Even with the distance between them, the stench of raging hormones still filled the air and Joan awkwardly pulled down her skirt."Good day" She cleared her throat as she walked past. Hoping for the ground to just open up and swallow her in embarrassment, she made the run for it—Ivan trailing right behind her until they got the last door in the passageway. And inserting his keys, he pushed open the way to a lavishly decorated dinner-for-two, and as Joan walked in, she held her hands to her face."Come on" She turned back to him, seeing the table in the center of the suite and he shrugged. "Bet you like this one" His breathes were
The Northside of Norman was where Isabella spent the most of her life. Talk buildings, grim husky atmosphere—a lot had changed since she left her home here. But for people like Jazzlyn, who’d stayed all these years, these changed could go very unnoticeable.The metal creaks of the playground swing echoed in the midnight, and there was a strong stench of booze that enclasped her aura, each step that she took towards the Evans Villa. To say Jazz was overcome with guilt would be a mere understatement.Not just that, she was still reeling in the betrayal of her mother. The parking lot was without her car which made it obvious that she had skipped town with her more perfect daughter, Holly and leaving her back with her stepfather.She pushed through the front doors and was immediately met with Gerald’s scrutinizing gaze. Isabella’s father halted as if he had seen his very own reflection in his step daughter. “Where is your mother?” His voice was as husky as a Siberian bull and his hairy ch
Arlington Heights, Chicago.“Any news?”The quiet winds blew in through the windows, at enough velocity to sway her blonde hair a little to the side. And Kayla Sanderson sat in the chair, numbed to her bones.The sirens from the police van blared and she was faced with an officer—the same one that showed up each day since Colton disappeared. And even as quiet as she was, she was still handling it a lot better than his own mother who’d dedicated a chuck of her day to crying that her son return.“There has been nothing” The officer informed and she closed her eyes to the tears that fell. “Nothing still, we’ve tried our very best to contact him and Colton has left us no other explanation other than wherever he is, he doesn’t want to be found” Umar, the Sheriff continued and Kayla wiped her moist eyes.If only she had just stayed his secretary, none of this would have happened. Now, adoption wasn’t an option since her husband never showed up for the meeting that day. Instead he journeyed
The tyres of his dark shiny bike screeched against the moist concrete roads as Ivan sped past the traffic, a lane dedicated to his vehicle. Joan squinted her eyes behind her helmet, holding tightly around his muscled chest.And she screamed with the high velocity of winds breezing through her hair. It was a moment of abundance of adrenaline as a smile crept to her lips. The engine roared the more as he sped into the direction from above where came rumbling of thunders.“Shit” She cussed, darting her eyes to the dark gloomy skies, puffed clouds behind the blanket of stars. The Chicago night was beyond liberating but Joan scoffed at the idea that she might get wet, which only made Ivan accelerate much faster past the traffic.So fast that the high city lights blurred at her sides and she shut her eyes for a brief moment.“Hold tighter” He urged and she squeezed his leather jacket.“I am” She yelled over the noise only feel a drizzle of rain trinkle down the bridge of her nose. And witho
FIVE MONTHS LATER.Isabella gathered the hems of her flowing white dress as she heaved in a deep breath. Her face turned crimson with blood draining from her cheeks and she turned to Joan who was right beside her. "I'm so nervous" She whispered beneath her breath with her shoes grazing into the fields.There were roses all around them and they stood just behind the door yet to open. "The dress is beautiful, Isabella. You're perfect.” Joan whispered, being her maid of honor for her second wedding and they shared a chuckle."It's like a full circle moment" Isabella beamed a smile and Joan rested unto her arms."But it's different now" She said."Either way i'm glad i get to do this with you again. I'm glad i still have you" Isabella pushed a hard lump down her throat. "Have you thought about what Leonardo said?" She asked for the nth time and i remembered months ago when he told me of his plans to leave Norman.That it was up to me though, to decide what exactly a fresh slate meant."I
“Hey” Her soft voice drew to him as he brought his eyes to open. The incessant beeping of the heart monitor subdued behind her voice and Em inched closer to him. Gerald’s eyes were slow but the moment he recognized her, there was a large grin that spread across his lips. “I’m here” She comforted, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.“You’re okay” Her hands pressed lightly on the wrapped gunshot wound in his chest and he nodded. “Isabella?” He softly asked and Em held his hands to her lips and with tears in her eyes, she nodded. “She’s okay—”“Everyone’s okay.”His hands fell around his wrist and there was the bracelet he’d gotten for her thirty years ago. Gerald’s eyes shimmered with tears as he gazed upon the beautiful beige dress she still wore. “You kept it” He whispered and Emily nodded her head fraily.“Of course i kept it” She smiled. There was a minute of silence between them as she wiped beneath her eyes but then Isabella knocked upon the doors before walking in. “You
Leonardo burst out the other side of the door and the heat from the serenading flames hit him in his face. He tied a cloth around his nose and he searched through his foggy vision to make out everything around him.It was a painstaking effort with his feet crunching into a piece of glass and the parts of the ceiling that had crumbled to the ground. “I say we take ahead!” Theodore yelled, looking at the only way still feasible. Leo choked but somehow managed to get himself in order in a minute.The sound of approaching sirens blared from outside the door but by the looks of it, they seemed still far away. He didn’t have time—and so did Isa. “Let’s go” He chanted and they filed down the corridor, searching each room for what was left. The whole house was dark, even as the skies were visible through the shattered roof. “Isabella!” He yelled at the top of his voice, taking down the mask across his face for a second. “Joan!” Theodore yelled too, in the hopes that she was here as well.“Is
TWENTY FIVE MINUTES UNTIL MIDNIGHT.The car finally came to a halt and from a distance walked Sheriff Stevens accompanied by both Christian and Theodore. In a world that had gone digital, it was surprising that they didn’t show up with a large bag of cash to submit to the mafia Lord but rather just a plain-old cheque.“You’re nothing like i expected” Constantin turned around when he suspected their footsteps had drawn them close enough. The sheriff met his cold gaze with a defensive stance. “I’ll say the same” He muttered and then his eyes roamed both Christian and Theodore who acted like bodyguards. “I thought i told you to come alone” He looked as far as the car but with the silence that enclosed them on this deserted coast, he was moreso convinced. “Do you want your money or not?” Stevens hissed back at him, pulling out the cheque from his pocket and Constantin scoffed from his lips. “I’m not stupid. Bring out all the hostages and then i’ll give you the money.” The sheriff negoti
Stevens dashed across the bordering sign that demarcated Norman and Riverdale with his hands firmly grasping the steering wheel. He was on the edge of his seat but somehow managed to steal a glance at the clock.ONE HOUR UNTIL MIDNIGHT.“We can still make it” Gerald piped forward, drawing the chair behind. Em was at the front seat and she allowed their eyes to meet in a tensive second. “It’s okay” Gerald whispered with an affirmative nod. “It’ll soon be over” He reached to her hands and Theo pushed a hard lump down his throat. All, that on his mind was Joan’s safety and whether or not she was okay. “Do you have the complete money now?” Emily turned to the sheriff, still reeling in the disbelief of how they raised a hundred million dollars in twenty four hours. He nodded, darting a stare back at her. “I mean Harold was the last. He was able to get an upfront deal of about forty for the shares of the Norman hotel. Christian wired my ten and Gerald as well—And your uncle transferred t
The slow jazz pierced through Emily’s ears as she wrapped her hands around Gerald’s neck. Indulged in the dance, she didn’t raise her head but that was until it was his turn to swing her. She moved her hips so elegantly like she was young again and after an hour, she admitted to be wrong because there was something about the dance that eased her tension. The music stopped and there was a round of applause, the same moment that allowed them to intimately look into each other’s eyes. “You were amazing” Gerald whispered but before Em could mutter another word, her eyes caught him.“Klaus!” She blurted out.There he was, by the bar downing a glass of champagne with a younger mistress in his hands. He was headed for the stairs and Emily fixated his eyes on him, unwilling to let him misplace in the colorful crowds. She tried to catch her breath and the hemming of her dress as she moved closer.This place was big, the walls a glittering gold with a low hanging silver chandelier dropping fro
Isabella awoke to a dimly lit candle in the corner of the room.The crimson orange flames flickered in her eyes with a slight pitter-patter sound of the wax burning. It curved to the side and just that single piece was able to warm the room, ridding it of it’s unconducive iciness. She shivered off the remnant cold as she sat up. The heavy chain followed even the slightest movement of her hands, letting out a thunderous clang as she retracted them. Her eyes met Kayla who was quivering in fear just opposite her. “It wasn’t there before” Isa’s voice interrupted the eerily silent room. Her eyes looked pointedly to the candle flame but then suddenly something fell right in front of her.“Oh my God” She clutched her chest, startled to her bones and Kayla let out a shaky scream. The pair of black rubber boots that sauntered towards her drew her attention before whatever it was that was thrown to her. “Take a look” The familiar voice towered over her and Isabella didn’t even need to lift her
“I’m sorry but Mr Sanders left a little while ago” The woman behind the desk pressed her lips together and it was a like a sword of disappointment struck through Emily’s chest. She batted her lashes and then exchanged glares with Gerald.“I’m sorry—to where?” She stuttered.Her hands reached across the counter and she tapped her fingertips into it. “And when will he be getting back?” She asked and the receptionist was a bit reluctant divulging any piece of information for these strangers in front of her. Emily saw the crinkle form between her eyes and a sharp breath escaped her lips.“Look i know you know who i am.”“If not from my last name then perhaps from Klaus telling you never to engage with his own niece if ever she came around. Short, brunette haired with the mouth like a tap is exactly how he would describe me—““I don’t know what you’re talking about” The lady replied.“Well i call bullshit” Emily cussed and Gerald found his hands holding her back. “My daughter, Klaus’ fucki
Leonardo snapped his eyes open with an agonizing pain spearing through his neck and along the veins of his numb limbs. He was carried by two hefty arms into a large, dark room and when he realized that his consciousness was regained after an hour long sedation, he struggled to break free from the grasps of the arms that restrained him. “Where’s Isabella!” Was the first question that he yelled out through his panting lips. He threw his head upon his shoulders as he was dragged, his feet barely an inch from the callous grounds. And then he was thrown in the deepest and darkest part of what seemed to be a dungeon. The beads of sweat that formed across his head tricked down his body and he wiped across his face, lifting his gaze to see the masked men in front of him. Leonardo was short of breath as he staggered to sit up, using his barely formidable arms as a wedge. He was able to lean against the wall as he searched for his breathes.“Where’s Isabella?” He looked around him and there d