Lilian’s head throbbed as she slowly opened her eyes. A dull, relentless pain pulsed at the back of her skull, and her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by exhaustion. Blinking a few times, she struggled to adjust to her surroundings. The dimly lit room had cracked concrete walls, unfinished and cold, with no windows in sight. The air smelled of damp cement and rusted metal, making her stomach churn.Panic rushed through her veins as her mind raced to piece everything together.Where am I?Then, like a sudden wave crashing over her, the memory hit her.The text message.A chilling sensation crawled up her spine as she remembered. The message had claimed that Matt had been kidnapped, urging her to leave the company and come here. It had seemed urgent—so real. And now, she was the one trapped.“You’re finally awake,” a deep, hardened voice broke through the silence.Lilian turned her head sharply, her body tensing. A man stood a few feet away, his bulky figure outlined in the dim l
Lilian looked around, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She was surrounded by towering trees, their thick branches twisting overhead, blocking most of the sky. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, a never-ending sea of green and brown. She had no idea where she was or which way would lead her to safety.Her pulse pounded in her ears as panic settled in. How had she ended up here? Just hours ago—or was it days?—she had been in a completely different place, far from this nightmare. But now, she was lost, alone, and running for her life.She took a hesitant step forward, then another. The dry leaves crunched beneath her feet, the sound too loud in the suffocating silence of the forest. Her heart clenched. She couldn’t stay in one place for too long. They were looking for her.Suddenly, voices broke through the quiet.Lilian froze.The sound came from her right, deep and sharp, carried by the still air. She barely had time to react before the words became clear.“If
Lilian was sure she had been shot.The force of the impact sent her crashing to the ground, her body frozen in shock. But as the pain she expected didn’t come, she slowly raised her head, her vision still spinning.Two of the men who had been chasing her were now writhing on the ground in pain.Her breath hitched. What just happened?“Lilian…”A weak, strained voice called her name from beside her.She turned her head, her pulse hammering.Her eyes widened in horror.Marcus.He lay just a few feet away, his face pale, his shirt soaked with blood. His right hand clutched his side, red seeping between his fingers.Lilian’s stomach twisted. “Marcus?” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.She scrambled toward him, hands shaking as she hovered over his body. The realization hit her like a punch to the chest.The shooter had meant to kill her. But Marcus had taken the bullet instead.Why?Her vision blurred. This didn’t make sense. Why would Marcus put himself in danger for her?“
Twenty-four hours later, Marcus finally woke up after the operation.His eyelids fluttered weakly before opening completely, adjusting to the bright hospital room. A dull ache spread through his body, reminding him of everything that had happened. His head felt heavy, but he forced himself to focus on his surroundings.The first thing he saw was Lilian sitting by his bedside, her hands clasped together as if she had been praying. When she noticed his eyes open, relief flooded her face.“Thank goodness,” she breathed, placing a hand over her chest as if to calm her racing heart.Marcus managed a small, tired smile. “Were you worried I wouldn’t wake up?” he asked, his voice hoarse from lack of use.Lilian met his gaze, hesitating for a moment before responding. “Yes… After all, you’re in this bed because of me. If things had gone differently, I would have been the one lying here instead.” Her voice softened, guilt laced through every word. “I feel horrible about it.”Marcus’ smile faded
“I want to stay with him until he fully recovers,” Lilian said firmly.Noah frowned, his jaw tightening. “He has his assistant with him. He doesn’t need your help,” he said immediately, his voice laced with disapproval.Lilian hesitated, her brother’s words making sense. She glanced at Marcus, her fingers instinctively clenching the fabric of her dress.Marcus, sensing her hesitation, quickly interjected, “My assistant is busy handling work at the company since I won’t be able to go in for now.” His voice was calm but insistent, cutting off Lilian’s chance to reconsider.Lilian sighed and sat back down. He was right. He wouldn’t be able to handle company affairs for the next few days, and if his assistant was occupied, someone needed to be there for him.Noah’s eyes narrowed at Marcus. He understood exactly what he was trying to do—keeping Lilian by his side. And while Noah wanted to stop him, he knew Lilian had already made up her mind. He couldn’t change it, no matter what he said.
This made Marcus smile. “Okay.”Lilian turned her back to him while he took his bath, making sure not to peek. She heard the sound of water splashing as he moved under the shower, the faint scent of soap filling the air. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, but the silence between them made time stretch unbearably slow.After about fifteen minutes, Marcus finally spoke. “I’m done.”Lilian turned around and glanced at him. She tried to keep her gaze on his face, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering downward for a split second. Quickly, she walked toward him and picked up a towel, her fingers working mechanically as she helped him wash his back.Marcus let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, savoring the moment of peace. He rarely had time to relax, and despite the situation, this felt oddly comforting. Lilian’s hands were gentle, her touch light yet firm as she worked.Just as she finished, Marcus reached for the shower knob and twisted it, sending a rush of water pouring down hi
Marcus was discharged from the hospital after spending a week recovering. The moment he was cleared to leave, he felt a strong urge to return to his normal routine, though something in his gut told him that things were far from over.The following day, Lilian resumed work, slipping seamlessly back into her responsibilities as if nothing had happened. Despite her composed exterior, Marcus knew she was still shaken. He had seen it in her eyes—the lingering fear, the occasional distracted look. He made a mental note to check in on her later.That morning, as he sat in his office, his assistant, Hilary, walked in with a troubled expression.“Sir,” Hilary began hesitantly, “I just returned from the station, but the officers refused to release the men.”Marcus frowned. “Why?”“They said they need Mr. Moses’ signature before they can release them into my custody,” Hilary explained.Marcus exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “Alright, I’ll call him.”Hilary nodded and bowed slightly b
The moment they stepped outside, the sound of tires rolling over gravel drew their attention. Hilary’s car pulled in smoothly, its headlights cutting through the dim evening light.As soon as the car came to a halt, Hilary stepped out, accompanied by two other men dressed in dark suits. Without hesitation, they walked toward Marcus and Moses, stopping a few feet away. The three men bowed their heads slightly in acknowledgment, their expressions unreadable.Marcus didn’t waste time. His voice was firm, his authority unmistakable. “Take them away,” he ordered, motioning toward the two captives.Hilary nodded. Without hesitation, the two men in suits grabbed hold of the prisoners, dragging them away without a word. The captives struggled weakly, but it was pointless. Their fate was no longer in their hands.As the car doors shut, Marcus watched in silence as Hilary and his men drove off, disappearing into the night. He exhaled slowly, then turned to face Moses.“I’ll update you,” he said
Lilian woke up to the sound of the door creaking open. A soft shuffle of footsteps followed, and she turned her head in the direction of the noise. The doctor and a nurse walked in, their expressions neutral but observant as they approached.She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples as confusion settled in. Something felt… off. Her eyes widened when she looked down and realized she was lying on the hospital bed.How?She clearly remembered sitting on the chair by Marcus’ bedside. She had rested her head against the mattress for a bit, but she was certain she had never moved. Had someone placed her on the bed while she was asleep? But who?Her gaze flickered toward Marcus, who was still sitting in the chair beside her, watching her with a calm expression.The doctor and nurse also seemed surprised to find her in bed instead of the chair. The doctor hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.“Good morning, sir,” he greeted Marcus respectfully.Marcus gave a curt nod, acknowledging him
Lilian’s gaze dropped to Marcus’s arm, her brows furrowing at the sight of the fresh wounds. His knuckles were red and raw, and there was a thin trickle of blood trailing down his hand.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, concern evident in her tone.Marcus looked at her, his expression unreadable. After a brief silence, he gave a slow nod. “Yes, I’m fine,” he murmured. His voice was rough, as if the weight of his emotions had drained him completely.He took a step forward, intending to close the space between them.Then—A sharp, unmistakable crunch echoed through the room.Marcus winced, his entire body stiffening. His foot had landed directly on the shattered glass strewn across the floor from his earlier outburst. A sharp pain shot up his leg, but he barely reacted.Lilian’s eyes widened. “Marcus—”He groaned, feeling the sting deepen as he shifted his weight.Lilian instinctively moved toward him, her hands reaching out to steady him. But before she could get close, he raised a han
Hilary walked into the office, his heart pounding, his hands clammy. The weight of the situation pressed down on him like a storm cloud. Security had immediately stepped in, and within moments, they were escorting her away. The woman who had deceived them for so many years—Lily—was finally being removed from their lives.Marcus stood motionless, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His fists curled at his sides, his entire body rigid with suppressed rage. His mind reeled, struggling to process the truth that had just shattered everything he had ever believed.He had been deceived. Lied to. For years.His whole life had been shaped by a single moment—a memory that had led him down the wrong path, making him believe in something that wasn’t real. And because of that false belief, he had lost the most important person in his life.His wife.The reason he had been so overprotective of Lily all these years wasn’t just because he cared for her—it was because, as a child, he had nearly drow
Marcus returned to the office, his mind still racing from the events of the past few days. The moment he stepped inside, Hilary walked in as well, his usual composed expression in place. He held a tablet in his hand, ready for orders.“Sir.”Marcus barely spared him a glance before speaking. “Investigate the other guy—the one who refused to talk at first. I want to know everything about him and the woman he’s trying to protect.” His voice was sharp, his patience running thin.Hilary immediately nodded, his fingers already moving to jot down the details. “Understood, boss. I’ll get started on it right away.” He turned toward the door, preparing to leave.“Wait,” Marcus said, stopping him in his tracks.Hilary turned back, standing at attention. “Yes, sir?”Marcus hesitated for a brief moment, his fingers twitching slightly as he recalled something that had been gnawing at him. “I saw a scar on Lilian when she was taking care of me in the hospital… and I remember seeing the same scar on
The room was silent except for the steady hum of the overhead light.Marcus stood still, his cold gaze fixed on the two men bound to the metal chairs in the center of the dimly lit room. They had been sitting there for hours, their wrists and ankles tightly restrained, their expressions shifting between fear and forced bravado.Marcus let the silence stretch, letting them feel the weight of what was coming.Then, without a word, he reached over and pressed a button.The reaction was immediate.A deafening scream tore through the air as the two men convulsed in their chairs. Their bodies jerked violently, their muscles spasming under the unbearable heat surging through the metal beneath them.The first man thrashed against his restraints, his voice hoarse with agony. “PLEASE! STOP! I’LL CONFESS—AHHHH!” His head jerked back as another wave of pain shot through him. “I’LL TALK—I’LL TALK!”The second man clenched his jaw, sweat dripping down his face. He tried to suppress his reaction, bu
The moment they stepped outside, the sound of tires rolling over gravel drew their attention. Hilary’s car pulled in smoothly, its headlights cutting through the dim evening light.As soon as the car came to a halt, Hilary stepped out, accompanied by two other men dressed in dark suits. Without hesitation, they walked toward Marcus and Moses, stopping a few feet away. The three men bowed their heads slightly in acknowledgment, their expressions unreadable.Marcus didn’t waste time. His voice was firm, his authority unmistakable. “Take them away,” he ordered, motioning toward the two captives.Hilary nodded. Without hesitation, the two men in suits grabbed hold of the prisoners, dragging them away without a word. The captives struggled weakly, but it was pointless. Their fate was no longer in their hands.As the car doors shut, Marcus watched in silence as Hilary and his men drove off, disappearing into the night. He exhaled slowly, then turned to face Moses.“I’ll update you,” he said
Marcus was discharged from the hospital after spending a week recovering. The moment he was cleared to leave, he felt a strong urge to return to his normal routine, though something in his gut told him that things were far from over.The following day, Lilian resumed work, slipping seamlessly back into her responsibilities as if nothing had happened. Despite her composed exterior, Marcus knew she was still shaken. He had seen it in her eyes—the lingering fear, the occasional distracted look. He made a mental note to check in on her later.That morning, as he sat in his office, his assistant, Hilary, walked in with a troubled expression.“Sir,” Hilary began hesitantly, “I just returned from the station, but the officers refused to release the men.”Marcus frowned. “Why?”“They said they need Mr. Moses’ signature before they can release them into my custody,” Hilary explained.Marcus exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “Alright, I’ll call him.”Hilary nodded and bowed slightly b
This made Marcus smile. “Okay.”Lilian turned her back to him while he took his bath, making sure not to peek. She heard the sound of water splashing as he moved under the shower, the faint scent of soap filling the air. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, but the silence between them made time stretch unbearably slow.After about fifteen minutes, Marcus finally spoke. “I’m done.”Lilian turned around and glanced at him. She tried to keep her gaze on his face, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering downward for a split second. Quickly, she walked toward him and picked up a towel, her fingers working mechanically as she helped him wash his back.Marcus let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, savoring the moment of peace. He rarely had time to relax, and despite the situation, this felt oddly comforting. Lilian’s hands were gentle, her touch light yet firm as she worked.Just as she finished, Marcus reached for the shower knob and twisted it, sending a rush of water pouring down hi
“I want to stay with him until he fully recovers,” Lilian said firmly.Noah frowned, his jaw tightening. “He has his assistant with him. He doesn’t need your help,” he said immediately, his voice laced with disapproval.Lilian hesitated, her brother’s words making sense. She glanced at Marcus, her fingers instinctively clenching the fabric of her dress.Marcus, sensing her hesitation, quickly interjected, “My assistant is busy handling work at the company since I won’t be able to go in for now.” His voice was calm but insistent, cutting off Lilian’s chance to reconsider.Lilian sighed and sat back down. He was right. He wouldn’t be able to handle company affairs for the next few days, and if his assistant was occupied, someone needed to be there for him.Noah’s eyes narrowed at Marcus. He understood exactly what he was trying to do—keeping Lilian by his side. And while Noah wanted to stop him, he knew Lilian had already made up her mind. He couldn’t change it, no matter what he said.