“Marissa, I’m surprised to see you here.” Kiara exclaimed with a big gasp. She glanced at the frail girl on the bed and back to Marissa. “I can explain.” Marissa started, holding her hands out and gesturing for Kiara to calm down. “I'm sure you can.” Kiara moved closer to her, staring at her intently.Marissa took a harsh gulp before she began to speak, “Clara is my niece. I was informed by the NGO that she wasn’t feeling too good, so I decided to pay her a visit. When I got there, she wasn’t there, so I began to panic.” “Oh… they didn’t tell you she was at the hospital?” Kiara straightened her posture, looking into Marissa's sad eyes. “I asked again and that’s when they told me, so I came down as soon as possible. They told me that she had to undergo some sort of surgery.” Marissa babbled, placing her hand on her forehead, while her other was resting on her waist. “So, here I am.” She smiled weakly; one that didn’t reach the depths of her heart. “She feels so cold, and I don't
Was Marissa playing mind games on her or was she being genuine with everything she did? Different thoughts flooded Kiara’s mind as she lay on the bed in her room, staring up at the ceiling. Marissa and she parted ways back at the hospital, and she told Kiara she would get a call the next day at exactly 11:15 A.M. That’s what she was waiting for now, but the call never came through. She glanced at her phone and realized that five more minutes had passed. “Of course, she stood me up again.” Kiara scoffed, sitting up and putting her hair up in a ponytail, securing it with a hair tie. She wasn’t in the mood for games, and she wasn’t in the mood to be led on either. All she wanted was a little bit of honesty, all this talk of ‘Project Seraph’ and whatnot made her sick to the stomach. She stood up and stretched her tired limbs out, yawning while at it. As she made her way to the bathroom, her phone finally rang, vibrating in the middle of the crumpled blankets on her bed. She reversed in
“Who do you think is trying to get us off their radars so badly?” Marissa finally spoke after the 30-minute-long silence between the two.“I’m not sure, but I fret we may be in danger, don’t you think?” Kiara mumbled, wolfing down an egg sandwich that they got at a sketchy-looking corner store.“I think it’s gone bad,” Kiara gagged, throwing the rest of the sandwich out of the window and watching it tumble into the bushes. “That’s so disgusting.”Marissa cackled, “I told you it looked spoiled, but you were way too hungry to listen to me, huh?”“I should have listened, but this doesn’t make our—sorry, my situation, any better. What the hell am I going to eat? She groaned.“I still have some protein bars in my backpack, you can check.” She used her head to gesture in the direction where her backpack was kept.Kiara leaned over from her seat, reaching to the backseat for the huge backpack. “What the heck did you put in here, why is it so heavy?” She whined, pulling it into her lap.“Just
“Step on it, God damn it!” Kiara shrieked, as Marissa went into panic mode. “They’re right behind us, what the fuck do we do?”“I’m sure they’ll get tired and stop. Don’t worry, Kiara,” Marissa said in a calming voice. She couldn’t tell if she was trying to calm herself down or calm Kiara down.“I don’t think so!” The car drew closer, hitting the truck from the back. “We have to do something! Is this how we’re gonna die?” Kiara said in between gasps.Her head was beginning to spin and she felt extremely lightheaded. “Look, we have to get off the road.”“What the fuck, Kiara, we can’t do that, the only other road here is way too close to the river, and it could throw us off since we aren’t even using a GPS,” Marissa said loudly over the revving of tires. The tires squealed across the gravel-dirt road as she kept driving further.“Look! There’s a turn up front, just turn into it, we have to lose whoever this is!” Kiara exclaimed, pointing towards the tiny clearing away from the main roa
Kiara’s stomach rumbled as she rubbed it impatiently. Her order was taking way too long, and she’d be driven crazy. “Order 412, step right up!” A waiter finally called from the counter, before Kiara stood up from her table and moved over to pick up the big brown bag. Throughout the day after she got home, she couldn’t help but think about the awry turn of events yesterday. She wondered if the person was dead or alive. Then again, she had more pressing matters to attend to, like the fact that Luca was after her father’s company. She wouldn’t confront him though, she made up her mind to keep to herself. Kiara didn’t know what else Luca was capable of, and if he somehow got wind of the fact that she knew about his plans, she feared the worst. She unlocked her car and sat in it, turning on the air conditioner and slipping her food out of the bag. She was unable to eat yesterday and now her stomach felt like it was turning inside out. She bit into the burger with a soft moan, chewing o
“Yeah, I’m here… How did you know?” Kiara mumbled, her voice rather shaky as she glanced out of the window. “I see your car through the window, silly. I’m coming out right now.”Kiara hurriedly stepped out of the car before he could come out. She threw the device on the floor, before using her feet to stomp on it. Could it really be what she thought it was? She moved to his front door, and instinctively, he opened it, pulling her in. “Baby girl, I’ve missed you so much.” He groaned, wrapping his hands around her waist.Kiara’s heart skipped a beat, “I missed you too, love.” She leaned into him, giving way to his comforting hug. Things weren’t supposed to feel this right, yet they did.He planted a wet kiss on her lips, before leading her to the couch. “So, we have snacks for the madam,” He gestured to the table, “There’s popcorn, pretzels, hotdogs, and candy. I didn’t know what you’d like.” He shrugged, grinning sheepishly. Kiara’s lips formed a pout as she looked down at the neatl
“I’m quite certain that’s not the toilet…or is it?” Luca questioned with taunting eyes as he stepped closer to her. She could hear the drip of water hitting the wooden floor.She maintained his gaze, not backing down. Even though she was scared as hell, she wouldn’t give this man in front of her the luxury of seeing her cave in. With a rough gulp, she spoke, “I saw water dripping, I only wanted to take the clothes out. You startled me.” She took her voice to a near whisper, unsure if he bought the lie.He narrowed his eyes, searching hers for some truth. He hummed suspiciously, “Huh. Well, sorry about the mess. I’m not the cleanest.” He apologized, stepping back from her.She felt the airy gust of air conditioner on her body once again almost immediately he stepped back. They weren’t even touching, yet she craved his body warmth.“Like I said, I’ll be right out. You have nothing to worry about.” She said, spinning on her heel and making her way into the bathroom. As soon as she was ou
“I’m just teasing. I wouldn’t do such to you.” He waved a dismissive hand, sliding a knife out of his pocket.Kiara remembered how hard her eyes had widened as he stepped closer to her, pressing the sharp blade into her soft skin. Her heart raced wildly as she prepared herself for the worst that was yet to come. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pressure, the pain—anything to tell her that Luca would make her life a living hell now.Instead, he had just moved it to the lock of the handcuffs, wiggling it inside a bit, “I forgot the keys somewhere. I have no idea where they are.” He took the cuffs off her sore wrist, massaging them gently.“Kiara!” He said with a booming voice, frightening her. He did it once again, leaving her an anxious mess. “What is it?” She yelled back, covering her ears with her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to just disappear at that very moment.Kiara felt someone tap her shoulder, and it jolted her back into reality. “Oh my God, Mom! You
Harrison studied Kiara for another long moment, waiting for any sign she might answer him. But she remained silent, her expression distant and unreadable. He sighed heavily, realizing he wasn’t going to get anymore out of her today.“Alright,” he said quietly, standing up. “I’ll leave you to rest. But Kiara, please think about what I said. You’re not alone in this, and we’ll figure it out together. You just have to trust me.”She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on a random spot on the floor. Harrison took a final glance at her, his frustration simmering under the surface, before turning and heading toward the library doors.As he approached the entrance, he noticed a shadow moving just out of sight. His sharp eyes quickly identified the culprit: Maria, hovering near the doorway, her expression a mix of curiosity and feigned nonchalance.“Mrs Lux,” Harrison greeted flatly, his voice laced with suspicion. “I see you’ve found an interest in library doors.”The woman straightened abruptly,
“Errmm, sir…” “Don’t make me ask again.” Harrison spat. “The library.” The butler mumbled, scared the consequences of whatever was about to happen would land him in trouble. “Do I also need to tell you to lead the way?” Harrison asked, waiting for the man to show him where the library was. After hesitating a while, the butler showed him where the library was situated. Harrison stormed into the library, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his movements. Kiara sat curled up in an armchair near the window, her knees pulled to her chest. She flinched at the sound of the doors swinging open, her wide eyes darting at him like a cornered animal.“Kiara,” Harrison said, his voice firm but not unkind. “We need to talk.”She shrank back further into the chair, her fingers gripping the fabric as if it might protect her. Her lips trembled, but no words came out.Harrison sighed, dragging a chair closer and sitting down across from her. He kept his voice low and measured, trying not to
“What?” Luca exclaimed, terrified Harrison had more things to interrogate him about. Harrison closed in the distance again. It’s obvious it makes Luca very uncomfortable every time he does that. “At Eric’s house, we found a mask—a perfect match to the one used in the kidnapping of Kiara Lux, and a file that had the name Thompson Greco. Then there’s the CCTV footage.”Luca’s heart pounded in his chest. “CCTV footage?” he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief.Harrison nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times and turned it toward Luca. “Take a look. Recognize that car? It was out there when Kiara entered that restaurant. Can you see it’s the same car Kiara and this mysterious man who was obviously hiding from the CCTV returned to? The same vehicle that took her? Funny thing, it’s registered under an alias we’ve traced back to one Thompson—Thompson Greco. Rings a bell?”“And guess what?” Harrison scoffed. “The car that chased Kiara’s the other day
Luca froze, stool in hand, as the loud bang on the door reverberated through the room. Open up. It’s the police.” The voice cut through everything that made sound in his house. His pulse quickened, anger and paranoia blending into a volatile mix. He knew that voice—Detective Harrison.The last person he wanted to see.Luca tossed the stool aside, its legs clattering against the broken glass on the floor. He stalked to the door and yanked it open, his face a mask of barely controlled rage.“What the hell do you want, Harrison?”Detective Harrison stood there, his imposing frame casting a shadow over Luca’s disheveled entrance. “Detective, sir! I love to be referred to as Detective Harrison.” Harrison corrected him subtly. His sharp eyes took in the state of the house—broken bottles, shards of glass, the remains of a demolished TV. His lips curled in disdain.“I address you however I deem fit, detective—I mean, Harrison.“Well, well,” he drawled, stepping inside without waiting for an
Luca slumped in the leather armchair in his living room, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The echoes of Annie’s words reverberated in his mind: “I’m going to fight for full custody, Luca. And this time, you won’t win.”His jaw clenched as he stared at the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the desk. The house, once his pride, now felt like a hollow monument to his failures. The silence was deafening—a stark reminder of what he’d lost.Luca wasn’t angry because he loved the children that much or even because he wanted them around. No, his rage stemmed from something deeper, something darker. He’d lost control. Katie and Sam had always been pawns in his game—a way to keep Annie tethered, a means to assert dominance. Winning custody had been a symbolic victory, proof that he still held power over her. But now, that power was slipping through his fingers.“Damn it!” he roared, sweeping the whiskey bottle off the desk. It shattered against the wall, a
Maria sat down beside Kiara on the bed. She’s trying to persuade her to give the therapist another chance. It's been days since the last time it resulted in chaos. They hadn’t even gone through any form of therapy before it happened. She recounted the incident from that day in her mind. “Tell me, baby, who’s the driver guy?” Kiara’s panic attack escalated quickly. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, her body trembling uncontrollably as she clutched her chest. Damian carried her into the house, his movements frantic but careful. Maria followed closely, her hands shaking as she dialed the family doctor.Within minutes, Dr. Rourke, their trusted physician, arrived at the mansion. He examined Kiara, who was still hyperventilating and crying softly. After administering a mild sedative to calm her, he turned to Damian and Maria.“She’s having a severe panic attack,” Dr. Rourke explained gently. “This isn’t just fear—it’s deep psychological trauma. It’s crucial that we get her to open up
Katie pulled out her phone with trembling hands, her fingers fumbling over the screen as she dialed their mother’s number. The pounding on the door was relentless, the sound reverberating through their tiny room. Sam clung to Katie’s side, her stuffed animal crushed against her chest."Mom, pick up," Katie whispered, her voice shaking as she stared at the phone. The ringing felt endless, each second dragging out painfully. Finally, Annie's voice came through the line."Katie darling. How…” Katie’s shaky voice interrupted her usual questions about their well-being. What's wrong?" Annie's voice was filled with concern."Mom, it's Dad," Katie said quickly, her voice cracking. "He's out of control. He’s drunk—I think, and... and he's trying to break into our room!""What?!" Annie’s tone turned sharp with alarm. "Are you and Sam okay? Did he hurt you?""We’re okay for now," Katie replied, her voice breaking. "But the door... it's not going to hold much longer. You have to come home. Ple
Luca’s eyes darkened as the table crashed to the ground, spilling its contents in a noisy heap. His jaw clenched, and a vein throbbed at his temple. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension as Sam stood frozen, her small hands trembling at her sides."You clumsy little brat!" Luca bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "Can't you do anything right?"Sam’s eyes filled with tears as she stumbled backward, her small frame trembling. "I-I’m sorry, Dad," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I didn’t mean to... I promise I’ll fix it."But Luca wasn’t hearing her. His rage blinded him, fueled by his own frustrations and fears. He took a step forward, his injured hand throbbing but forgotten in the storm of his anger.“Sorry isn’t good enough!” he roared, raising his uninjured hand. Before Sam could react, the first blow landed—a harsh slap across her cheek that sent her sprawling to the floor. She whimpered, clutching her face, her tears streaming freely now.“Get up!” he
Meanwhile, back at Luca's, it's been turmoil. He had been on the run, unsure of what his fate would be. He has been hiding away, scared that the police are looking for him. When he realized that there had been no search or warrant for him, he decided to return to his house. "That betrayal must have gotten away with Kiara. If they are unable to find Kiara, they might never find out that I've been the one behind the kidnapping all along." He thought. However. That afternoon, word came from one of the boys he forced out to find Kiara, that Kiara had been found and, as in fact, been discharged from the hospital and now home with Damian. Luca stormed into his room, his injured hand hastily wrapped in a bloodied cloth. His face was a mask of fury and frustration as he paced back and forth. He couldn't even go to the hospital to have proper treatment. The faint smell of antiseptic from his poorly tended wound mingled with the scent of whiskey he had poured himself moments ago. He gulped