OLIVIA
When I got outside, my hands shook, and I couldn’t stop crying. I thought Nick’s mother was the sweetest person in the world, but she was just a murderer disguised as a housewife. I couldn’t believe the woman I trusted turned out to be this. She threatened me for something I didn’t do. Why couldn’t she go after her mafia brother and leave me out of it?
I never asked him to kill anyone or do anything for me. hell! I never even knew the man existed and already I was being blamed for his sins. Dear Lord, what have I done to deserve such a life. All I ever wanted was to be happy with my husband, start a family and be happy.
But when that didn’t work out, I only wanted to make something of myself and raise my son. But that didn’t look like it was going to be possible either because everywhere I went. Trouble followed. Maybe Nick’s mother was right, maybe I was a curse.
I wiped my tears and
NICKI didn’t know what to say, what to think. For two days, I have not said a word. Mother blamed Olivia for father’s death but we both knew that I was to blame. Today was my father’s funeral and as I stared at the casket. My mind took me back to when it all started, Olivia begging me to give her friend a job.Sandra telling me all those things about her and showing me evidence of her wrongdoing. I wished I could go back there and not listen to her. Fire her and make sure she never came anywhere near us again. I wish I had protected my wife instead of listening to a stranger. If I had, I would not have sent her to jail.She would still be whole, and we would be happy raising our son. But I was blind, dumb and naïve. I let my emotions lead me and I didn’t use my brain. My wife got hurt in prison and her monster of a father killed mine. It was all my fault.Mother wanted blood; she wanted revenge but how could
OLIVIAI felt better after spending time with Marcus, he had a way of making me feel safe when I am with him. his words warm my heart and the way the man cared for me, made me feel like I could be happy again. But I couldn’t let myself think about such things, not when things were going downhill again for me.I didn’t know when I would have peace and focus on my son, my business and maybe finding love again. “Hey, are you still thinking about those people? I told you not to worry, everything is going to be okay, you will see.” Marcus brought me back from my thoughts.I turned to him and gave him a small smile. He was driving me back home, I missed my son and the fact that his nanny didn’t get back to me, got me worried. “No, am fine. Just thinking about things in general, nothing important.” He studied me.“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything.” That warmed my heart, he really did care for me, and I wished my mind was focused enough to acknowledge that fact and maybe act on
NICKMother jumped in fright when I yelled. “Nick, open this door!” Ethan sounded on the other side banging the door, but I kept my eyes on my dear mother. The one who thinks she has the right to play God and choose who lives or dies. “What did you expect me to do Nick? If I didn’t choose, he was going to kill you both!”I chuckled shaking my head, she should have let him kill us both then or choose father and let him kill me. I was the one who wronged his daughter not father. “You shouldn’t have chosen him, mother. I was the one who hurt Olivia, father did nothing wrong and yet you sacrificed him. why?” now my tears spilled from the corners of my eyes.I was hurt, mother played God and got an innocent man killed. Not just any man but her husband, my father. “Nick, you are my son, and you have a lot to live for. I couldn’t let him kill you. your father has lived a long, fulfilled and beautiful life. If he was the one who had to choose, he would have made the same choice.”She said cry
OLIVIAI heard Nick yell, and I turned to see Sandra with the knife held high charging at me. Nick was by the door, I think frozen, and I did the only thing I could do. I covered my son with my body and soon I felt stabbing pain on my shoulder then warm liquid spilled out. “Sandra! what the fuck are you doing?” Nick said but I didn’t turn.The knife stuck on my shoulder, and I could feel the blood wetting my blouse back and front. I could hear Lupita screaming on the side. “I am getting rid of that brat, Olivia has shown us that she is not going to leave us alone but, if I kill the brat. She will get the message.” Sandra sounded crazy, out of her mind.“Owen! Owen, get in here.” Nick yelled, I slowly got up, pain spread through my body as I moved. When I turned, Nick held Sandra, and she was struggling to get out of his hold. Owen budged in and his eyes widened when he saw the scene. “Take her to the car.” He ordered.Owen took Sandra out and Nick came my way, but I shook my head stop
OLIVIAThe guys had no choice but to listen to me. well, I didn’t give them much of a choice. They could both see that Nick was blinded or bias when it came to Sandra. The man was protective of her to a point that he risked his son’s life for her. Even after what she did, right in front of him but Nick found a way to keep her from being punished.Nick soon came back with a doctor, before the doctor could go into Samuel’s room to get the sample. He looked at me. “Are you sure about this? I know it’s not necessary because I can see that Samuel is mine. Why are you trying to prove that he is not? You don’t have to prove anything to me and Sandra will not hurt either of you again. She is locked up.”I said nothing but stared at him, trying to be brave for my son. When I didn’t answer, he sighed and gestured for the doctor to go inside. He walked in with the doctor and watched as he took samples. I looked back as the two and they nodded. “It shall be done.” Said Ethan with anger. “I will s
ELODIELoud defining sound boomed outside, the house shook and the cup I held in my hands fell shuttering into pieces. My first thought was earthquake, I hid under the kitchen counter trying to keep myself safe. Another boom was heard on the outside and the house shook even more. Fear gripped me, my chest tightened.Tension gathered on my shoulders and my stomach churned. “Oh, Ellie! Come out, come out wherever you are!” I froze, dear Lord, it wasn’t an earthquake but something worse. The devil himself has come for me. Did he hear about me blaming his daughter for what he did and came for revenge?Another booming sound was heard, screams and burning flesh lingered in the air. My front windows were broken. I got out from under the table and rose. Burning flesh and smoke hit my nostrils. “Come on Ellie, you don’t want more innocent people to die, do you?” what the fuck was Luke doing?I could hear sirens from a distance, they should have given me a sense of relief but they brought dread
OLIVIA“At least let me come and help with the pealing!” I yelled from the lounge unable to sit still. Marcus peeked from the kitchen. “You stay right there; I said I am cooking you dinner and that is what I am going to do. I don’t want you in this kitchen until am done.” He was making us dinner.He came here with ingredients and told us that he was cooking dinner for us. Grandma Susan, Lupita and I were ordered to sit and watch tv. He brought us snacks then took Samuel with him to the kitchen. He was wearing an apron and everything.“Give him a chance, he might surprise us.” Grandma Susan said with a small chuckle. “Lupita. Could you please order a pizza for us, just in case this dinner doesn’t go as planned.” Lupita laughed but pulled her phone out to place the order. We had to be prepared; we didn’t know how skilled the man was in the kitchen.Samuel kept coming out looking dirtier than the last time he came out and that got me even more worried. “Do we tell him if the food is terr
OLIVIAI watched as Marcus escorted her out of the house then sat down and continued eating. Lupita raised an eyebrow, but I paid her no mind. Marcus came back and looked at me funny as well. “What?” he shrugged. “I am just wondering if you are okay.” I shoved more food into my mouth and ate.“You should eat Lupita, bring my son back to eat as well.” Marcus furrowed his eyebrows. “You said you will take care of everything. I am deciding to trust you on that and live my life. I am tired of letting these people dictate my life, am tired of their threats and am tired of giving them my time and peace of mind.”A smile appeared on Marcus’s lips. He stood up and pulled me up from my chair. While I was still wondering what was going on, he smashed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t stop kissing me. I then closed my eyes and let myself feel and enjoy the kiss. “Eewww!” we pulled apart laughing.Samual was standing there with his eyes covered, Lupita had a mischievous lo
MARCUS“Boss, we’ve arrived,” Steve said, his voice cutting through the thick fog of sleep that had settled over me. I blinked a few times, disoriented, before slowly coming to. My body ached from the constant movement, the long days of traveling across continents, jumping from one city to another, chasing dead ends and half-truths. I hadn’t gotten a decent night’s sleep in days. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the face of my wife, Olivia, fading from my thoughts like a distant dream.I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to shake off the fatigue. The exhaustion was getting to me, but there was no time for rest. Not now. Not until I had her back. My mind was a blur, constantly circling back to the same thoughts: Where is she? Why won’t anyone tell me? The people who had information were all cowards, and none of them would speak up. It was maddening. The jet had become my only sanctuary, a
OLIVIAIt had been two days since Xander left, two days without food or water. My body had grown weaker with each passing hour, and I could feel every ache in my bones, every crack in my spirit. But there was a small sliver of hope amidst the physical torment: the sedative he had used to paralyze me was finally starting to wear off. I could feel a slight tingle in my legs when I pinched them hard, nothing much, but enough to give me the faintest glimmer of relief. Soon, I would be able to move again.That is, if I didn’t collapse from thirst and hunger first.The worst part of being in that hellhole wasn't the paralysis. It was the silence. The uncertainty. I had no way of knowing if it was day or night. Time had ceased to exist in that dark, suffocating tomb, and with each passing moment, I felt like I was slipping further from reality. I was literally buried alive, a prisoner in a catacomb of stone, with no one to help me, no one to hear
NICKLuke’s face changed from shocked to anger very quickly. “Tell him, tell the moron where we are!” he bellowed throwing his hands in the air. “How could this moron do something like this? I am the only one who is supposed to do things like these. You boys are supposed to keep your hands clean!” he paced the room.He was frustrated. “Since when did Marcus become worse than me in things like these, just what the hell is wrong with him?” he said to no one in particular. I didn’t know if he was just frustrated or a little impressed by his son in law. He turned to me with a glare. “What the hell are you waiting for? Do you want him to bomb more cities before you tell him where the hell we are?”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Just moments ago, Luke had been telling me to keep everything from Marcus, and now, here I was, being blamed for not telling him where we were fast enough. It felt like I had no place to stand, caught between a rock and a hard place. But it wasn’t the time t
ETHANThe moment Nick hung up the phone, his face shifted, his expression unreadable. It was as if all the colour drained from him in an instant, his skin paling in a way that I had never seen before. I had been around Nick long enough to know that he was no stranger to bad news, but this? This was different. It was as if something beyond our worst fears had just been set in motion.We had already been living through the chaos, Luke, Xander, Olivia’s disappearance, and now, the kids were safe with us. That much, at least, had been a small mercy in the storm. But Nick looked like he had just been hit with the weight of something even worse, something that none of us could prepare for. My mind raced, trying to figure out what could possibly be so bad. And then it hit me. Could it be…? No, it couldn’t be.Before I could make sense of it, I moved closer to Nick, my concern deepening. I needed to make sure that whatever was going through his mind wasn’t as bad as I feared. Leaning in, I wh
NICKI had been holding onto the hope that once Xander showed up, everything would fall into place. That the mess would be cleaned up, and we could put an end to the nightmare that had been plaguing us.Luke and Xander reached some sort of agreement, at least, that’s what I gathered, but the specifics were still hazy in my mind. Luke had told Xander to bring Olivia, or he would destroy his father’s remains.What exactly that meant, I wasn’t sure. It felt like a vague threat, but the tension in the air told me it wasn’t just idle talk. Xander responded with some sort of counter-deal, loaded with things I couldn't follow. Honestly, I was drained. I didn’t care about the details anymore. I just wanted this whole nightmare to be over. But Xander wasn’t backing down, and neither was Luke.Luke had his men tail Xander. And, as expected, Xander went straight to the hotel. He wasn’t trying to outsmart anyone or go off the grid. He was playing by his own set of rules, one that I didn’t fully u
XANDERI was about to take the biggest gamble of my life, and I knew it. Luke was offering me a choice, an impossible one. It was a trap, a setup where only he could win. The terms of his proposition were clear: there would be no chance for me to exact my revenge on him, and there was a very real possibility that I would lose my life in the process. But I wasn’t ready to die, not yet. Not when I had a son waiting for me, hoping I would make it back.I had to think fast. Luke had me cornered, but I couldn’t show him how much fear his words stirred inside me. I had to put on a face, act like I was in control, even if I wasn’t. It wasn’t just about surviving this moment; it was about finding a way out. I wasn’t going to let him win that easily.I stood tall, trying to exude confidence, even though inside I felt like a bundle of nerves. My heart hammered in my chest; my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. If I didn’t hold it toget
XANDERFor the past few days, I had watched them stumble around in their futile attempts to track me down. Every morning, they would set out at dawn, and every night they would return empty-handed, their efforts wasted. It was amusing to me.They had no idea where to look, no real understanding of how to hunt someone like me. It was almost laughable. I had thought they were dangerous, but I quickly realized how wrong I was. There was nothing good about them, nothing that made them worthy of fear.Perhaps they just hadn’t met their match yet. Until now.Now, they had encountered me, and they knew they were nothing compared to what I was capable of. They were amateurs, playing a game they couldn’t win. But Olivia... she was another story. She surprised me. I had expected more resistance from her, some fight, some fire. But instead, she complied. She ate the food I gave her, barely muttering a word of protest. The silence was almost worse than anything. I could tell that the trauma from
NICKThe island was still, too still. No one slept that night. Luke had kept busy with his men, the sound of his voice drifting through the halls, low and intense. I couldn’t make out the words, but I could tell they weren’t discussing anything good.Ethan had joined them; he was more involved than I would have liked. I had asked him to keep an eye on Luke, to make sure things didn’t escalate further. I didn’t trust Luke, not when he was like this, wild, unpredictable, the kind of man you couldn’t reason with once his mind was made up. He was like a caged animal finally set free, and I was terrified of what he might do to the people on this island. They were innocent; they didn’t deserve to be dragged into whatever madness Luke was planning.As for me, I was stuck dealing with the kids. I tried to keep my mind occupied, tried to push away the dread gnawing at me. But before anything, I knew I had to prepare. I organized money, lots of it. It felt like I was bracing for something big.
NICKIt had been three days since Olivia disappeared, the longest, most agonizing three days of our lives. Every day felt like a never-ending loop of despair. We woke up, checked the rooms, scoured the island, hoping to find some trace of her. But no matter how much we searched, it was as if she had vanished into thin air. There was no sign of a struggle, no indication that she had left the room, and absolutely no lead to follow. It was like she was swallowed up by the earth itself.The island wasn’t that large, and it seemed impossible that someone could just disappear like that. But here we were, endlessly combing through every corner, every inch of the place, but we kept coming up empty. It felt like we were chasing ghosts. The stress, the exhaustion, the hunger, none of it was helping our situation. It wasn’t that we didn’t have food. We had plenty of food. But none of us could bring ourselves to eat.The nanny we had hired to take care of the kids, a kind woman, had been cooking