Bryan's POV
I waited outside patiently, perhaps I wouldn't cause too much drama if my wife and my kids walked out here peacefully and unharmed. It's rare to see people go against me, come to think of it, Mark is the only person I can think of who can do such a thing and I know he would never hurt Danielle.
In the beginning, when he first set his eyes on Danielle at the seminar, I knew all he wanted was to use her against me and make me hurt in a way but as time went on, I realized he loved her as much as I do and he is willing to go extra miles to have her to himself.
I slapped my palm on my forehead as Danielle always did. We should all be in Canada by now, away from all the worldly worries, and just focusing on each other but someone dared to conflict that with me.
I stood there, gradually losing patience. Jack should be back by now, what was keeping him?
That's it, I've had enough of waiting. I went in the di
Bryan's POV Ignoring the screams of those who fought for their lives in the sea, I stared at the two people in front of me with nothing but pure anger and hatred. There is no getting out of this and I am sure I would not make it easy for them either. “What a surprise.” Mark was the first to speak while Susan sat down back, making some weird signs with her body. “Where is she?” I asked. “Who?” he asked. I had no patience for children's talks. I pointed the gun at him. “I'll kill you, and be sure that I'll find her.” “That’s why I made sure to do something that wouldn't make you kill me. She's here, on this boat but in a place you wouldn't like to know. You know, at first, I wanted her and I wanted to take care of her as much as she needs but she keeps on going back to you. No matter what happens, you are always there.” I shot the gun in the air and it passed the side of his ear. “I am not here for stories, Mark. Where is she?” When I looked back, I found that we were far from sho
DANIELLE'S POV I closed my eyes as I fell into the sea. The water consumed before I could hold my breath. I counted for my life and tried to stay steady and swim back to the top but the lock and chains on me drew me down and lower to the bottom of the sea. It got darker and I was almost out. My kids…my new life that I have just found…I watched it all flash before my eyes. I hope Bryan will be a good Father. I took my last gulp and it all ended in a blur. ********* A moist feeling in my mouth and hard slaps woke me up. I coughed out water and sat up immediately. I tried to gain balance by sitting up. A hand guided me and tapped my back so I could cough out all the water in my system. When I opened my eyes well enough, it was Bryan. Was this how life feels when you are dead? Do people see the person they love the most when they are dying? “Are you real?” I asked and pressed his cheeks. He was real. He was
Susan's POV I paced around in the empty building as Mark shouted all he could. I wanted that lady gone and now she is but what of my beloved? Did Bryan get hurt? I can't stop the feeling inside me that tells me that I am no longer a living human once he's back…if he's back. We shall mourn them both, there's no way he's going to survive that water and he didn't have the key to release Danielle. I suppose she's dead. That's for stopping me when I wanted to hit her in her face and many other things she has caused me without knowing. “Are you crazy!” Mark shouted. I have had enough of his screams and nagging, there is nothing he can do about it at this point. He also wanted Bryan gone and he is gone, I just have a faint faith that he is somewhere out there and he would come for me. I wouldn't wait till then When we got outside, we. found everyone dead. We have done more harm than good and I regretted being a part of t
Isabelle's POV Too tragic, just too tragic. Here I was, thinking I was going to be the one to end Danielle's life. Who dated and tampered with her life when I was still on my planning track. I paced around the house, should I be worried? I have always wanted her gone but I wanted to do it myself. I sighed and sat on the couch. It's the Lord's will to keep me out of trouble though, it would have been a tough game if I had been the one and I got caught. The point is she's gone, now what about Bryan? All over the news, it's stated that they are both missing but Danielle is suspected to be dead and that was good news. She's the only obstacle in my way since high school, then and now. Mom came out of the kitchen. Since Bryan broke up with me, she has decided not to talk to me anymore. My family doesn't feel like a family anymore, we are broke and they assume it's my fault. She passed across and glanced at me before heading to the room. I think I regret putting my brother off when he
Danielle's POVBryan and I left and went back to the city. We started our search from the place we left them. There was no one there and the place had been investigated by the police. They had wrapped the place with red tape and marked the ground as a place no one should step on.There were no dead bodies, nothing. Our car on the other hand was still there. The key was on the ground somewhere close. Bryan took the key and started the car. We drove back home and had our bath first. He suggested that the kids would be with Clara, Jack or Gabriel.I was a bit calm and decided to take a shower too. When I was done, I wore Bryan's new shirt and pants and went into his car.“What are you doing, Danielle?” He said and laughed. Honestly, I was looking so ludicrous in his dress. The shirt was too big and the pants were too long. I didn't mind, I just wanted to see my kids.I laughed and sat in the driver's seat. He stood by the door and bent down to look at me. “There's no way I'll allow someo
Danielle's POVBryan's Mother took my hand and led me to her room. She told Bryan and the kids to keep themselves busy by making pizza. She gave them her recipe book and told them to make it perfect. According to her, she didn't want Bryan to know about what she wanted to ask of and that makes me think. I sat across from her on an old wooden chair that had beautiful floral carvings on it. The chair was made from a very hard timber, I could tell from how firm it stood. It's the kind of chair you'd want you to trust when sitting on it.She poured me coffee in a tiny little teacup. It looked like those teacups traditional Chinese people used back in the day. There was also a floral design on it. It took me time to notice, the whole room was decorated with flowers and all cups and mugs and all the things in the room had floral designs on them. I wonder if she had a flower tattooed on her body.“Here,” she stretched out the cup to me and I received it with thanks. All along, she kept a br
Bryan's POVPeace. It's a natural thing to feel but this felt out of the world. It felt like a state where one was on the moon with access to full oxygen and food with his wife and kids. This kind of life where there is no noise and you can do whatever you wish, that's how I feel.Having kids around me, kids I never knew existed, and a wife I didn't see coming, what more can I ask for as grace? I have received enough grace and now, it's overflowing. I love Danielle, but I have to come to realize that I love her too much.I'm scared of losing her and I am also scared of keeping her and hurting her but I know I would never want to hurt her. She has done a lot for me and she has endured enough, it's time for her to rest and keep calm. Ben showed up at my house unannounced. It was a shocking visit but I was glad that he met my kids and my wife with me. Calling her my wife isn't out of context, right? Well, what was important was that she was now part of a family she had gathered together
Susan's POVI never knew life could be this hard. I have acted the character in prison but it wasn't this hard. I never thought I would be one of those who would wear this Orange uniform even when I haven't been sentenced or anything. Currently, I am nothing but a suspect for killing those people. “For the hundredth time, I am asking you how those people died,” Detective Henry asked again. For a couple of weeks now, he has been trying to investigate me, asking me questions and pushing me to say I killed those men but I didn't.“And for the hundredth time, I am telling you I know nothing about it. What evidence do you have that I killed those people? I don't even know them.” “I won't question you any further. If not today, then tomorrow.” he left me and they took me back to that stinking cell. There was no toilet or bathroom in the cell, I had to put all my poop in a plastic bag and sleep with it every day because there was no place to dispose of it. I thought prisons used to be ver