"Where is Amanda?" Charles demanded, his voice abrasive as he confronted the officer standing guard at the door. This was supposed to be where Amanda and Kendall would say their goodbyes and get closure, but it had become a bringer of more storms. "It seems like she escaped through the window. The window is wide open," The officer shifted uncomfortably, before responding with disappointment in his voice A cold wave of panic washed over him, and a tightness spread around his chest, "Why didn't anyone stop her??" "I'm sorry...sir," The officer stammered, his expression lined with guilt. "I should have been more vigilant," Lizzy, standing a few steps behind Charles, gasped in disbelief, "Why did she leave?" "I hope she hasn't entered any danger," She whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and worry. "You have no right to be worried!" Charles turned to her and snapped. His eyes were blazing with anger and his words came out sharper than intended. Lizzy r
"Please nurse..." James pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. His heart sank to his stomach as she kept the papers in a drawer beneath her desk."I sympathize with you, sir. But there's nothing I can do to help you," The nurse said with a sympathetic tone.She saw the broken look in his eyes and lowered her gaze. She would have given in if her job and entire career weren't at risk."The only advice... I can give to you is to contact her close relatives," She muttered softly, hoping to see some hope in his eyes. But unfortunately, there was none."My wife... I mean my ex... Amanda's parents are dead, and her brother has been missing for years now. I'm her only family," James responded with a quivering voice. He could feel a hard lump in his throat, one that was caused by guilt.The guilt of being unable to save Amanda. Although he should be angry that she escaped with their daughter, who he was also bothered about, she still had this place in his heart.He couldn't imagine he
James saw the determination in Charles' eyes and wasn't surprised by it. He knew that Charles must feel something for Amanda because it wasn't natural or professional for a lawyer to be so intrusive in his client's life.He did things that didn't seem like mere acts of kindness. James was aware of everything, but at this point, he didn't care."You can do whatever you like. I don't give a fuck!" James spat, his teeth clenching. "Amanda and I are divorced already. Her mind has been poisoned so much that she thinks I was responsible for the poisoning incident,""You made her believe that I did it, but she had a choice. She chose to disbelieve me. She preferred to treat me like crap. She believed someone she didn't know over me..." There was so much despair in James' voice, but he tried hard to conceal it.Charles, however, wasn't having any of it. "Well, maybe she realized that the man she thought she knew wasn't who he claimed to be,"Charles shot back. "She probably sees more honesty
Charles noticed the doctor approaching and quickly moved to intercept him. "How is Amanda, doctor?" Charles asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. "Is she alright?""Doctor, is she alive?" James added with a trembling voice."Are you wishing for her death or something?" Charles snapped, shooting a sharp look at James.James ignored the comment, his mind was solely focused on her well-being. His heart raced as he anxiously awaited the doctor's response. His thoughts were racing with memories of Amanda. "Yes, the patient is alive, and the surgery was a success," The doctor responded with a reassuring smile.Charles and James heaved sighs of relief, simultaneously. They were so relieved at the news. "Thank goodness. I'm so glad that she's fine," Charles said, a small smile appearing on his lips. But the next words of the doctor erased it. "Her condition is stable, but she's not fully out of the woods," The doctor uttered seriously, making them anxious again."What do you mean?" Charle
Charles swallowed hard, his nervousness growing as he glanced over the street. A part of him felt like someone was watching, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. There was no need to be paranoid. "No one else would take Kendall. It has to be James," Charles muttered to himself, his frustration evident. "He's the only one responsible for this," In determination, Charles resumed walking, "I'm going to find Kendall, and make sure his ass is thrown into jail," Striding with quick steps, Charles continued following James everywhere he went, not until James went home. *James drove into his driveway, exhaustion getting the better of him with every move the car made. He let out a deep breath as he turned off the ignition.He leaned on the steering wheel, and his heart ached with guilt and regret. Tears stung his eyes, and he didn't bother fighting them. He never wanted things to get this far. He never imagined that the custody battle would bring so many problems. "I didn't even get
James sat up on the bed, his eyes still dilated in shock.He was staring at a picture of a burning building with ambulance vehicles, fire trucks, and injured people in its surroundings. The building was one of his company's branches. It was his secretary that sent the picture to him. "How did this happen?" He asked, gasps leaving his lips as he stared longer at the picture. It looked like the fire had consumed half of the building, he doubted that everyone came out alive. "I need to go there," James muttered, hurriedly slipping out of his bed. He was still wearing his clothes, so he dashed out of his room. As he strode down the hallway, he began texting his secretary. He asked for the location of the fire incident since his company had multiple branches and he couldn't keep track of each one of them. She replied almost immediately, sending the location, which was a three-hour drive. She urged him to wait till the next morning since it might be dangerous to drive at such a late
James gazed at her, wondering if helping was her only intention. He knew she had apologized yesterday, but he doubted her sincerity. He suspected she was trying to get closer to him. Squinting, James replied, "I don't need any help right now. When I do, you'll be the first to know," Betty's chest, which was swelled in happiness, deflated, and the smile on her lips slowly faded. "But…"She began, trying to object."I can offer some ideas on how to find Kendall. You never know, one of them might lead you to her," James considered her words, and his earlier firmness began to waver. "Well, that's true. However, I don't want to burden you with my problems, especially since I haven't been very nice to you," James admitted with an awkward tone. "We are friends. You don't have to be nice all the time," She blurted out, curling her lips into a forced smile. "Although I won't deny that you've been hostile towards me, I can't leave you in this vulnerable state. What kind of friend would I be
Betty snuggled against James, and at that moment, he decided to end the hug. He regretted it instantly, fearing he might have given her the wrong idea. As he tried to pull away from her, she tightened her grip on him. The closeness made James uncomfortable, but he didn't want to create a scene or embarrass her, especially since she was offering him comfort. James leaned in, bringing his lips closer to her ear, and whispered, "Can you please let me go?" The smug look on Betty's face vanished, and she quickly broke the hug. "I'm sorry," She hastily apologized, though feeling no remorse. She simply wanted to act like she wasn't taking advantage of the situation. "You don't have to apologize. Thank you for being so kind to me," He muttered, blinking back his tears. "I am sorry if I seemed rude earlier, it's just…that everything is overwhelming," "I understand," Betty nodded with a soft smile."Well, I can't fully say that I understand your pain because I haven't experienced somethin
"Why do you seem so surprised?" Mrs. Shawn asked, noticing the shocked look on her face. "Is there a problem I don't know about? Do you know Micheal from somewhere?""I wish I never knew this scoundrel. He is making life miserable in this place," Amanda thought, gritting her teeth."No, Ma'am," Amanda shook her head. "I don't know him. I was just surprised that another person was joining us here, and I wondered how I was going to please him with my services." "You don't have to worry about pleasing anyone," Mrs. Shawn replied softly. "Just do your job right, and attend to our needs within your capacity. That's all.""Okay, Ma'am," Amanda replied, nodding."Good," Mrs. Shawn beamed. "You should do with the laundry, I have some dirty clothes.""Okay," Amanda muttered."My room is at the end of the hallway, particularly on the right side," she instructed.Amanda quickly went upstairs to avoid Micheal's annoying gaze. As she got to the room and began grabbing the dirty clothes, she wishe
Micheal spotted Amanda staring at him and a sick smile formed on his face. He was relishing the fear he could see in her eyes. He pocketed his hands and walked smugly to her.As Amanda noticed him coming close, she began backing away. She felt so uncomfortable and threatened. Her mind raced, wondering why he was here to ruin things for her.She felt so happy about the success of the interview, she didn't want him to sabotage what she had gained.Micheal hastened his footsteps, and Amanda continued backing away until her back slammed against the main door."Good morning, cupcake," Micheal said, a smirk forming on his lips. "You look quite shocked to see me. I thought you already knew everything I was capable of.""Why are you doing this?" Amanda asked, her voice rising. "Can't you just leave me alone? If you want me to repay you for the bills you covered, then I'll do so when I work for enough time, or contact my family." "I don't care about the money, all I want is you," Micheal mutt
"I see," Micheal replied with a smirk on his lips."Boss, can I ask you something?" the man asked, his voice laced with caution.Micheal looked at him, his expression cold. "What is it?""Sir, why are you so interested in this woman?" he dared to ask. "I don't mean to be intrusive because your actions aren't my business, but it's a bit shocking that you would make such inquiries about her.""She means nothing to me," Micheal replied with a smirk. "There's just something special about her. I mean, a lot of women would throw themselves at me when I make an offer to them, but she resisted.""No one had ever resisted me," he muttered, his expression turning to one of displeasure.He felt a bit insulted when she first rejected his help, but then he got intrigued—or rather fascinated—with her constant rejection. He suddenly felt like he should have her for himself."So, you're obsessed with her?" the man said aloud but regretted his words instantly. "I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't—""N
The next day, Agnes could be seen pacing back and forth in her sitting room. She had been calling James' number but he wasn't answering."How long is he going to avoid me?" Agnes asked herself, frowning. "I'm his mother for goodness sake, can't he respect me anymore? Everything I'm doing is for his good, why can't he see that and appreciate me?"She lowered the phone from her ear and stared at it for a few moments."Has he blocked me or what?" she asked, dialing his number again.The number went to voicemail again, making her heart wrench in disappointment."Why do I feel like this isn't normal?" Agnes said, worriedly. "I knew he had told me to go to hell, but he should at least answer my calls or send a text message that he's fine.""Why is he being so selfish?" Agnes asked, her frown deepening. "Maybe I should call Betty, and ask her how he is."She called Betty, but her number didn't go through either."What the hell is wrong with both of them? Agnes said, feeling displeased by the
The woman looked a bit stunned by her question, her shock evident."Why are you staring at me like that?" Amanda asked, confused. "Did I ask anything absurd?"Amanda wanted to know the house owners because she didn't want to risk falling into another trap with Michael. She didn't understand what that man suddenly saw in her, but she didn't want to keep getting in contact with him again.Besides, the mysterious family that owned the house on the flier seemed to be rich."No, your question isn't ridiculous," the woman muttered, shaking her head. "It's just shocking that you are unaware of the owners. Are you new to the village?"Amanda didn't know if it would be the right decision to tell the truth. She didn't want more people to take advantage of her because of her naivety."It's okay if you don't want to answer that," the woman said with a smile. "To answer your question, the house is owned by the Shawn family."Amanda thought of Michael's last name and was quite relieved to know it w
Amanda quickly squeezed the note with her trembling hands. Why couldn't that bastard leave her alone? What was the meaning of all this? Couldn't she just have some peace?"Why is he after me? It's not like I'm the most beautiful woman in the village," Amanda muttered, her voice shaky. "Why am I always attracting garbage?"Gritting her teeth, she tossed the wrinkled note angrily into the trash can in a corner."This man seems more dangerous than I thought," she said, fear creeping into her voice. "What if he suddenly sees James as an obstacle and harms him?""James isn't in a state to defend himself or receive another attack," Amanda muttered, her voice dripping with worry. "I can't let any harm come to him, but I can't defend him if anyone tries to hurt him.""What am I going to do now?" she cried. "Is there a cop that I can make a report to? But Micheal ruled this place. If I were to report to the police, they wouldn't take me seriously.""Should I ask for a transfer?" she asked, her
Charles paced back and forth in his London hotel room, his anger simmering. He had been forced to stay longer than expected, and his frustration grew with each passing minute. He had thought he would be done by now so he could go after Amanda already because he didn't trust her. Seeing how desperate she is to find her daughter, she might go to the remote village which wasn't good at all.He knew how dangerous that place was and she might get robbed and stuck since she looked wealthy. He wished in his heart that she didn't go and listen to him but he knew he was just wishing because he knew how determined and adamant she could be.Having unsettling thoughts run thousands in his head, he knew he had to contact her to make sure she didn't go there. He grabbed his phone and dialed her contact but the call won't connect as he was told she wasn't available.He tried calling her, but it was worse because the call won't connect and immediately he grew apprehensive as he guessed she had gone t
“Please who are you? Why are you after me?” Amanda asked as fear gripped her.“Well don't be scared. I'm just a rich man who wants to help you. My father is the head of this village and I'm his heir and eldest son. So you definitely need my help,” Micheal replied as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.“But I don't need your help? You don't know me, why do you want to help me?” Amanda asked, still scared.“That's because you are beautiful and I want to sleep with you,” Micheal replied boldly.“I just need your body and whatever you want, I will give it to you,” He added and Amanda almost spat at him on how bold and courageous he was.“You must be out of your mind. Do you think I'm some whore?” Amanda almost yelled at him.“Whatever you are, I don't care. Give it some thought. I will be back,” he flashed her a smile before he left.Amanda’s legs weakened and she was almost falling when she grabbed something nearby to help herself. She couldn't deny she had been caught up in the fea
"Betty, this is making no sense," Her father retorted, his tone hesitant."How?" Betty shot back. "She's the one we intended to kill. Why should she continue living? Why don't you just end her and give me some joy?""I had initially agreed to do that because you deserve everything you desire, but I guess some things are unattainable,"he replied stiffly, rising to his feet. "I can't do what you're asking.""Why?" Betty cried out."I'll only make things more complicated," He retorted, his voice sharp. "Attempting to kill her has already brought enough tragedy. Just let her live. There's no point in her dying anymore!""The point of her death would be my relief," Betty insisted. "If I see her dead, I'll be happy that she doesn't get the chance to find any happiness while I wallow in sorrow for the rest of my life.""Can you stop exaggerating?" He snapped, glaring at her. "You're just obsessed with him. I'm sure that if you had ended up with him, you would soon get bored and go on a new c