2-4 more chapters and Revenge Becomes (s)HER(ah). === Sherah and Madam Kingsley met at CHAPTER 52 - In the Farwell Group === BOLO means “Be On the Look Out for” - It's a broadcast message sent to police officers to alert them to a specific individual, vehicle, or item they should be on the lookout for, often in connection with a crime or missing person. ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #SherahHawke #EthanFarwell Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! Goodbye My Love & Alpha's Last Chance
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because if
The Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wan
As the rain mellowed, the guests, one by one, left the villa.Grandma, exhausted from everything, talked to James and Allan to continue entertaining the guests who were still in the villa while she rested upstairs. The two men gladly agreed.Before Grandma left the living room, Eliot and Harlene stood up and spoke to bid her goodbye and once again give their condolences.Madam Farwell smiled at them. "Aren't you Anders Carlisle's son?" She asked curiously. Eliot nods. “And this is my fiancée, Harlene Campbell. We are Sherah's friends."“Really?” Madam Farwell expressed in disbelief, then smiled faintly, “I’m glad you could come. I never thought this day would come that Ethan would let a Carlisle inside his home.” She mumbled with exhaustion in her voice. Eliot bowed his head while Harlene gave a faint smile as they headed to the door when suddenly Dahlia ran towards them and handed Eliot a small paper bag. “The young master said this belongs to you.”He opened it and saw the gloves S
For the last five years, laughter has echoed in the Farwell mansion and tonight is no different.At the center of the room, Sherah and Ethan Farwell, a perfect couple in the eyes of many, moved in perfect harmony. The delicate sound of classical music filled the air, the melody weaving a spell that seemed to halt time itself. Sherah, the lady of the house, was radiant in her white silk pajamas, the fabric shimmering in the chandelier’s glow with each graceful turn. Her husband, Ethan, looks dashing, with his perfect smile, brown eyes, and dark brown hair, clad in a tailored suit that emphasizes his strong frame. He held her close. His movements were fluid, his touch tender yet confident.Their eyes met, and the world beyond the mansion faded into insignificance. Ethan’s hand rested lightly on Sherah's back, guiding her effortlessly across the floor. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, their connection intimate and unspoken.Though their dance seemed choreographed by years of pra
Sherah almost stumbled to the floor when Ethan said, "She wants to, but I don't..." He uttered with certainty. James' brows furrowed in confusion, "Does she know about this?""No. She thought I was up for it. She didn’t know that I made sure she wouldn't carry my child. I paid a doctor to prescribe strong contraceptives to her. I told her it's vitamins to help us conceive," he explains proudly.James felt sick in his stomach. "You're a terrible person. It's because of Sophia again, isn't it? She left you broken when you needed her the most; have you forgotten that?" he pointed out."Yeah, she did, but we spoke about it when we met in Australia. She told me why she left. She said she was sick and didn't want to hinder my success.“—And you believe her?” James intervenes. He is clearly not pleased with his friend's choices.Ethan nodded vigorously, “Yes. I do. I should have waited for her instead of using her sister to spite her." He answered in disappointment.James shook his head in
James’s heart pounded loudly on his chest. At the same time, Sherah clenches the hem of her dress tightly and pretends to be oblivious.She lets out a faint smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lee. Is Ethan inside?" She asks as she shoves all the things she hears in the depths of her mind.James grinned awkwardly, "What's with calling me Mister? James would suffice." He then nods in guilt. “Yes, he is. I think you arrived just in time. He said he was starving... He's so hungry that he starts talking nonsense,” he added playfully while staring at the lunchbox in her hand. "Poor woman," he uttered to himself.She bowed her head, hiding the ache in her heart, and headed to Ethan’s office.When she got inside, she displayed her best smile as if she heard nothing.But deep inside, her mind was in chaos. Her mind is racing. Everything she knew about him went down the drain. Like a shattered mirage that kept her blind for 5 years.“I’m a stand-in.”"He never loved me?"
As Ethan ate a spoonful of the lunch Sherah had prepared, he couldn’t help but recollect James’ comments.~How do you think she would react? She loves you dearly, Ethan. All these years she thought you felt the same.~The memory made it hard for him to swallow his meal. He soon realizes that in the near future, he won’t get to eat any of her food.He almost choked when he recollected her weird behavior, and as he thought deeply he could no longer brush it off.She always greets him with a kiss when she sees him, and before leaving, she even sits on his lap while reading documents on his table—earlier she did none of that. He bit his lower lip, “Did she hear the conversation I had with James?” He contemplated and felt a sore spot in his chest. He shook his head, trying to remove the idea from his mind, “If she did. She’ll be mad for sure.” Ethan knows that Sherah always speaks her mind when she’s happy or sad, especially when she's mad. During their five years of marriage, Sherah alwa
As the rain mellowed, the guests, one by one, left the villa.Grandma, exhausted from everything, talked to James and Allan to continue entertaining the guests who were still in the villa while she rested upstairs. The two men gladly agreed.Before Grandma left the living room, Eliot and Harlene stood up and spoke to bid her goodbye and once again give their condolences.Madam Farwell smiled at them. "Aren't you Anders Carlisle's son?" She asked curiously. Eliot nods. “And this is my fiancée, Harlene Campbell. We are Sherah's friends."“Really?” Madam Farwell expressed in disbelief, then smiled faintly, “I’m glad you could come. I never thought this day would come that Ethan would let a Carlisle inside his home.” She mumbled with exhaustion in her voice. Eliot bowed his head while Harlene gave a faint smile as they headed to the door when suddenly Dahlia ran towards them and handed Eliot a small paper bag. “The young master said this belongs to you.”He opened it and saw the gloves S
The Farwell Villa living room was hushed, steeped in mourning. It began to rain as if the world was in sync with Ethan’s sorrow. Simple drizzle became something stronger as if the gods were in a rage. The wild wind howled forcefully, pushing the windows and doors to open. The servants hurriedly check every door and window in the villa, ensuring that the rainwater won’t damage anything. The wind kept whistling, almost drowning the mourner's sobs and small talks about how they met the deceased. Amid everything, Ethan remained seated near the urn. His face expressed grief, and the dark circles in his eyes showed that sleep had eluded him. Aside from that, there was something dangerous in his eyes—something that only a man who had lost everything could understand—a taste for blood. The urge to hunt down the people who did it. As Ethan’s thoughts flew somewhere else.Farwell Group employees, stakeholders, and investors arrived to give their condolences. Despite that, none of them wan
Somewhere in Canada…Nathan sat comfortably on the chair near the bedside, book in hand, and seemed bored out of his mind. His mother specifically ordered him to watch over Sherah and never leave her side. “And they live happily ever after…” he expressed in an unimpressed tone as he read the ending of Cinderella out loud and then closed the book forcefully.Aside from his voice and the buzzing and occasional beeping sound of the machine, everything is silent, and it's driving him insane. He bit his lower lip, “Might as well put me inside a mental ward.” He mumbled as he glanced around the sterile white room.He inched close to Sherah, who was in a coma. “Hey!” he whispered in her ear. “You already woke up days ago. Why did you sleep again?” he asks playfully. Beneath the thick bandages, he noticed her eyelashes fluttering. He smiled, “They say coma patients can hear.” He stated as he held her cold hand. “Let me tell you something… You need to wake up as soon as possible because if
Days passed, and as Sophia expected, Sebastian dodged the police.Sophia smiled from ear to ear while staring at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the luxury boutique fitting area. “He didn’t even try to clear his name and accuse me of orchestrating everything,” she mumbled under her breath with a glimmer of satisfaction and pride while she happily tried on different expensive clothes.She was planning to purchase the most daring colorful dress she could find. Without a care in the world that her actions are inappropriate—but why would she care if she was the person who planned it? Now that the biggest obstacle is gone, she is scheming to win Ethan back, and she is going all out. As she got out of the fitting room, she tossed the clothes to the sales clerk stationed in the lounge.“I hate everything. The designs look outdated.” She snarled.The sales clerk nodded and hastily left to get a new set of wardrobes Sophia could try.While waiting, she sat in the lounge area
Dahlia hurriedly returned to the living room. “Sir, Sebastian’s not in his room,” she announced.“He is not in the kitchen,” Johanna chimed in.Jon, who was breathing heavily, blurted out, “He is not in the garden either.” Ethan’s face contorted in rage, and he ran to Sebastian's room.Allan and James trailing behind him. Ethan rummages through the cabinets; most of his things are still inside, but his documents are gone.“He ran off. God knows where! ” Ethan clamored.James took out his phone. “I’m going to notify the police about this and make sure they’ll put out a BOLO for Sebastian,” he muttered in urgency. “Not good enough,” Ethan mumbled, then gestured to Allan, “You have connections with different news outlets. Put it on the news, and put a 1 million reward on whoever could find him.” He demanded.Allan nodded, and he too began dialing different numbers on his phone. Then Ethan decided to call Brooke for additional help. It's a hard reality to swallow, but he needs to get h
The moment Detective Danville stepped foot in the Newark Police Department, Detective Scott hurriedly ushered her to the break room. She didn’t even have the time to sit or utter any pleasantries when Detective Scott asked. “What do you mean you don’t trust the Hawke family? ” His voice was too low as if he was telling a secret.She watched how he glanced around as if afraid that someone might overhear them.She finds it weird but brushes it off, “I mean they… The victim's stepmother, Rebecca, and the half-sister, Sophia… Their reactions seemed rehearsed.”Her statement caught his attention. He sat on the chair and then propped his hands on the table while gesturing to her to sit beside him. “Rehearsed, how? ”She breathes deeply as she recollects the weird conversation she had with them. “Too much whining and wailing far too few tears, and if there were, they look forced… And the father of the victim.” She pouted her lips. “He seemed genuinely distraught but… detached. It’s weird… T
James drove the devastated Ethan back to Farwell Villa.“She’s… She’s pregnant… We’re about to have our child.” Ethan muttered. His voice was breaking and filled with grief. James remained silent and focused on driving. This was not because of his lack of sympathy but because of uncertainty. He had no idea what to say, as there was nothing he could say to make his friend feel better.“I should have listened to you and Allan. If…” He swallowed deeply and words seemed to elude him. “... If only… I stayed with her and stopped being stupid. We should be welcoming our first child.” He covered his mouth with his trembling, cold, sweating hands when he realized their last conversation, *Let's talk again tomorrow... There’s something I want to tell you too.*“She’s planning to tell me we're having a child,” he mumbled.“What did you say?” James asked curiously.“We spoke the night before she went missing. I told her I wanted her in my life and that I didn’t want a divorce. She told me there’s
In Newark Police Department.Detective Scott ushered Ethan inside the interrogation room. The detective left him alone as another set of new evidence was sent to him by the crime lab.Meanwhile, Ethan quietly sat in a metal chair in front of a wooden table in a dimly lit room. The two-way mirror on his left side. The situation brought back memories of when he let Sherah spend the night in NYPD–the difference he’s on the other side and Sherah is not watching him through the two-way mirror. But he actually wishes she had been there laughing at him with her over-the-top cackles. The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts.Shortly, Detective Amadeus Scott pushed open the door, breaking the eerie silence in the room. He needed to interrogate Ethan before his lawyer arrived, and with the evidence with him, he knew he could break the cold, aloof CEO of New York.“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Farwell. The DNA results of the victim just arrived at my desk," he says as he walks towards the
The sound of a phone notification resonates in the quiet sterile of the hospital's private ward. *$150k received from an unknown sender.* Transaction message: “May we never meet again.”The mystery woman sneered at the message, “For $150k those scums of the Earth violated her.” She muttered as she turned off the phone and handed it to her son.“Should we go to the police, Mother?” he asks, placing the phone in his pocket.The woman laughs, “Police? For what? Our retribution does not involve the use of the law.” She stops walking and turns to him, “You must remember, Nathan, violence is short-lived. Pain fades away, bruises heal, and the law will take time. Time in prison is too nice for a payback. Revenge should be permanent, and for that, we need patience.” Nathan lowered his head, “How sure are you she’ll survive? And by some miracle that she does, how certain are you she’ll help us against our common enemies?” he asked.“Because they broke her… There’s nothing else keeping her al