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Ethan received a message from his private investigator, Brooke, with Eliot’s contact information.He dialed the number without delay, but Eliot was busy in bed with Harlene, and all of Ethan’s calls went unanswered.His face contorted with annoyance and concern, and without hesitation, he drove to Eliot’s apartment.Within 15 minutes, he arrived at a luxury apartment in upper Manhattan. He erratically and frantically pressed the doorbell repeatedly.When he didn’t hear any movements from inside. He starts banging on the door. “ELIOT!” He yelled. “ELIOT!” “Eliot! Open the damn door!”Soon Eliot hurriedly opened the door, still half-naked, his robe barely covering his chest. Ethan could see the hickeys on Eliot’s neck and chest and all he could see was red.He abandons all logic and reasoning. His jaw clenched in rage, he couldn't imagine his wife in bed with someone else. Eliot, on the other hand, grimaces in annoyance at the shock, “Ethan? What the heck are you doing here?” He as
Hello Readers,Chapter 62 will be the final update for March 2025.Content Warning: The upcoming chapters in April may include scenes depicting violence and other potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed with caution.See you on April 1.Lots of Love, Latton Ripley
Ethan and Eliot sat quietly in the living room.Ethan held his busted lip while staring at the scarf and pair of female gloves on the table beside a brown paper bag with the name ~Harlene~ written in Sherah's handwriting.Soon Harlene joined them. Her hair is still dripping wet from taking a shower. “What the fuck is happening here?” She asked the two men.Ethan lowered his head. He can’t look at her directly after almost seeing her naked. He turns his head to Eliot. “You have a girlfriend, and you're acting too friendly with my wife,” he accused.Eliot crossed his arms, “Soon to be ex-wife.” He corrected him. “And for your information… Sherah and I are just friends and this woman who deserves an apology is my fiancée.” He said with a stern voice.Harlene’s face blushed. This is the first time Eliot calls her his fiancée. She nods in agreement. “I can confirm they are only friends, and I’m friends with her too.” She chimed in. Ethan heaves deeply, then a light smile escapes his lip
Ethan, Eliot, and Harlene dialed everyone they knew to look for Sherah and there was one common question all the investigators asked. *When did you last see her?*Ethan, the last person she was with, was advised to check all the camera footage in and around the Farwell Villa so that the private investigator could create a timeline of her movements.Ethan agreed and hurriedly dialed the villa's guard to ask him to look at the camera. To his utmost dismay, the cameras were turned off that night for system maintenance. "I'm sorry, Sir. We don't have any footage for the last 24 hours." The guard uttered.Ethan disconnected the call without responding, “Shit!” he yelled in annoyance.Harlene and Eliot glance at each other, unsure how to deal with Ethan. They are uncertain what is safe to say around him, as the couple knows Sherah has been keeping her distance from him. Despite that, the couple could clearly see that Ethan’s concern for Sherah was genuine, and her disappearance without say
Ethan hurriedly drove back home. Planning to talk to his neighbors and ask them if their cameras caught something, anything that might show when Sherah had left and where she headed. As he enters the Farwell Villa, he notices one of his neighbor's cameras is pointed directly to his driveway.He parked his car at the roadside and walked to the villa across the street. It was his first time speaking to any neighbor—the Morrisons are an elderly couple whom Sherah has always envied. Despite being in their 80s, they act like a newly married couple—constantly walking hand in hand and staying close to one another.Ethan vividly remembered Sherah saying, “I hope we grow old like them.”He used to laugh it out as he couldn’t imagine growing old with Sherah, but now… All he could think of was her… A happy beautiful married life with kids, and he could no longer envision a life without her. He pressed the doorbell and soon the voice of an old woman echoed in the intercom.“How can I help you de
In the Farwell Villa…Ethan sat on his bed and stroked the side of the mattress where Sherah had slept—her warmth was long gone.“Where are you?” He mumbled in desperation as he lay on the bed and started sniffing the sheets, taking all the scent she had left. “Come back to me.” He added pleadingly.Shortly, a knocking sound pulled him out of his thoughts.“It’s open,” he yelled.Sebastian entered and hurriedly mentioned, “Sir, Miss Hawke is in the living room waiting for you. She brought cake and wine because you skipped celebrating your birthday properly,” he explained enthusiastically. Ethan stared at him with indifference. Sebastian took it as a sign to continue speaking. “Isn’t Miss Hawke thoughtful? After what had happened at the party and the mocking criticism she received from the local press, she came here to continue the celebration,” he added.“Tell her to leave,” Ethan uttered in a cold, indifferent tone. Sebastian's eyes widen in surprise. “W... Why?” he asks.Ethan lif
In the cabin…Sherah lay naked and badly beaten on the mattress, her limbs tightly bound to the bedframe.The rope marks on her skin are visible—bleeding, bruised, sticking on her flesh as if they were part of her. She can’t remember when they stopped violating her or when they moved her from the living room to the bed, as she had mentally shut down after they forcefully and painfully took her baby out of her and until now, she couldn’t believe what had happened. She wishes it was all a dream, but as she stares at the table across the room the mocking reality is haunting, vile, and straight up from a psychopath's playbook.A jar sat nearby, her unborn child suspended in the murky water, floating as if it were nothing more than a rotten potato.The vision of the simple life she has in her mind is completely destroyed. Her child is gone and she will die soon. "At least in death we'll be together," she mumbled under her breath.She can't help but curse the situation she's in. She's goin
Later that day...Sophia smirked as she stared at the photo Roy sent. “This is what you get for existing,” she says as she parks her car and enters the Hawke Residence.“Back already,” Rebecca muttered warmly with open arms.Sophia rolled her eyes and breathed deeply. “Ethan doesn’t want to see me," she explained in exasperation.Rebecca can sense her annoyance, but there’s more to it. There were no tantrums and it made Rebecca feel weird. She glanced at her daughter with bewilderment and Sophia gave her mother an eerie smile.Then she showed her the photo Roy had photographed for her. “Money well spent," she said mockingly. “Oh my god,” Rebecca uttered in disgust. “Is she…”“Yes… Alive.” Sophia confirmed proudly, “No anesthesia when they remove the baby.” Rebecca glanced away and then smirked while crossing her arms. “You need to delete that. If someone sees it—”“See what?” Silas asks while walking down the stairwell. There are still bruises on his lip and forehead.“Sherah,” Sop
On their way home, Nathan gave Fallon a rundown of what had transpired during his dinner with Ethan and the others."You! Fourteen shots? Seriously?!" Fallon yelled at Nathan, eyes on the road, her left hand gripping the steering wheel, and her right hand lightly punching his arm.“What were you thinking?” she added, exasperated.Nathan mimicked her tone playfully, then chuckled.“Stop laughing at me!” she snapped. “And don’t give me that lost puppy look—it’s not going to work.”He reached over, gently caressing her leg before pressing a kiss to her cheek. The stench of alcohol in his breath made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. She pushed him away slightly, still focused on the road.“Put your seatbelt on and sleep it off.” She demanded."You're supposed to befriend him, not annoy him," she mumbled under her breath, though a smile tugged at her lips. A part of her was secretly dying to see Ethan’s annoyed expression again—she always found it oddly adorable."I think he likes me," Nat
Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w
Madam Farwell had been unsettled by Fallon Kingsley’s sudden presence in her life. There was a powerful, inexplicable urge to keep the young woman close. Her maternal instincts screamed to protect Fallon—yet she couldn’t understand why.The thought gnawed at her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on her day-to-day routines. At one point, she found herself standing motionless in her room, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing.Her gaze drifted to the framed photo on her dresser—A photo of her, Ethan, and Sherah on the young couple's wedding day.Sherah was wearing an elegant white dress. She was all smiles, while Ethan looked unsure why he was there.“Stupid boy,” the Madam scoffed.And then, suddenly, the mystery unraveled."It was the eyes." She mumbled to herself as she stared at Sherah's eyes intensely.Fallon’s eyes were almost identical to Sherah’s—but colder. Hardened. As if they had seen something unspeakably horrific. A woman who had not just endured grief…
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
In the middle of Sophia’s disappearance.Ethan indifferently sat at a bar with his friends James and Allan, each nursing a drink. The air buzzed with quiet music and low conversation.“Tomorrow will be the fourth year of Sherah and Sean's death. I think it’s time you started dating again,” Allan suggested, breaking the awkward silence. Ethan shot him a cold look—the kind that could stop a heart.Allan quickly backed off, raised his hands in surrender, but added carefully, “Man, you need to get yourself out there. I don’t think Sher would mind. She wanted you to be happy, remember?” His eyes darted towards James, silently begging for backup.Ethan nearly choked on his beer.James glanced away, letting Allan dig his own grave. “I don’t want to be part of this.” He murmured to himself as he quietly took a sip of his drink. “What about Sophia?” Allan asked curiously."What about her?" James challenged coldly, squinting his eyes, watching Ethan’s reaction closely.“I saw the news… she nee
On a deserted road, one hour outside of New York City.A black van entered a vacant plot of land. Inside the vehicle were two people wearing pure black clothing and matching caps and face masks to hide their faces. Nathan, in the driver’s seat, vibed to music playing softly on the radio while Fallon, seated in the front passenger seat, stared out the window, fixated on the stars. Nathan noticed it.“Are you into constellations?” he asked while glancing at her discreetly.“No,” Fallon replied flatly.Nathan gestured upward. “That one’s Orion,” he said, pointing toward a cluster of stars.“Orion.” The word stirred something inside her, faint, nostalgic—but she couldn’t place it.“It means ‘THE HUNTER, ’” he added as his face turned serious. He then grinned devilishly. “Shall we begin Phase Two?” He asked, changing the topic and shifting the mood inside the car to something malevolent. Soon, the van rolled to a stop. At the end of the road was an abandoned rice mill. They stepped out of
The Next Day...Ethan began his morning buried in paperwork, reviewing proposals for the upcoming bidding. The Farwell Group was searching for a company capable of creating unique software for their newest TV model—something cutting-edge yet cost-effective. The decision carried significant weight; the chosen vendor would receive a massive downpayment, which made Ethan adamant about strict qualifications. The company needed to be well-established with at least four years of clean financial standing. As he skimmed through each folder, some proposals were immediately discarded—too risky, too young, or too ambitious with nothing to back it up. By the time he finished the initial screening, a large portion of the submissions lay crumpled in the bin. Still, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. It had been a productive day. Wanting to share the moment—his success, his thoughts, the rare lightness in his chest—he drove to the cemetery. Two baskets of flowers rested on the passenger s