MegraMy body is filled with passion, a true sentiment for my time away from Nathaniel. I respond to every touch with eagerness as I am swept into waves of passion. My troubles are buried as I sink my nails into his back as his kisses ravage my neck. How could I have gone for so long without him, without his touch? For a moment, we forget that we are not alone in the cabin, and we fill the rustic air with our moans, each louder than the next. A reminder that we belong to each other.I lie in bed, the sheets twisted around my body, my skin still glistening with sweat. My heart pounds in my chest, a steady reminder of the passion that just filled this room. I can feel the warmth of Nathaniel’s body beside me, his breathing still heavy, his hand resting on my bare back. The air is thick with the scent of us—of our love, our need for each other. My mind swirls with a thousand thoughts, but one feeling stands out among the rest: happiness. For the first time in what feels like an eternity,
MegraAs the city comes into view, something catches my eye—a car, black and sleek, parked by the side of the road. It’s nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s something about it that sends a shiver down my spine. The windows are tinted, the driver is hidden from view.Nathaniel notices it too, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as we pass. I see his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Did you see that?” he asks, his voice low and tense.I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah, I saw it.”We drive in silence for a few more miles, but the feeling of unease doesn’t go away. Maybe it's just nerves—us second-guessing our decision to fight for our lives back. I try to relax, but if anything, my anxiety grows stronger, like a knot tightening in my stomach. I keep glancing in the side mirror, half-expecting to see the car following us, but it’s not there. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched and that someone knows exactly where we
MegraThe loud bang echoes in my mind, repeating itself over and over like a nightmare I can’t escape. The sound still rattles me to my core, the shock of it reverberating through my entire body. I relive that terror every time I close my eyes, every time I try to steady my breath. I remember how Nathaniel pulled me into his arms, shielding me with his body, protecting me from whatever danger lurked just beyond the door. He was so strong, so determined to keep us safe, even though I knew deep down he was just as scared as I was.Mia had cried, her little face scrunched in fear, asking what was going on, her tiny hands clutching at my dress, her tears soaking into my skin. She didn’t understand, and I couldn’t explain. How could I? When I didn’t even know myself who was behind this madness. All I knew was that it needed to end. I couldn’t keep living in fear; I couldn’t keep watching the man I loved sacrifice his peace for me. Nathaniel had given up so much—his time, his energy, his foc
Nathaniel Sleep doesn’t come easily these days. I toss and turn in bed, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts and worries. I can still picture Megra rushing to my side, diving head first into danger. How did she get so brave? I look over at her, her face soft in the moonlight, a brief moment of peace across her features. I don’t want to wake her; I don’t want to disturb what little rest she can find. I carefully slip out of bed, moving quietly so she won’t stir, and pad softly into the living room. The air is cool, with a slight breeze drifting in from the open window. I stare out into the darkness, my thoughts running wild. What do I have to do to keep my family safe? To protect Megra and Mia from the shadows that seem to follow us everywhere? I think about the strength in Megra’s eyes and the fierce determination she’s shown these past few days. She’s not afraid to fight for us, to fight for our love. She’s stronger than I ever imagined, and that fills me with a pride I can hardly des
MegraI walk into the prison, trying to keep my head high, optimism bubbling inside me. The walls are cold and grey, but I don't let it dampen my mood. Today, things will be different. I’m not just here to face Conor—I’m here to solve the puzzle. I can persuade him. I know it. The warden had instructed me to go straight to his office, and I’m confident this meeting is a big step toward the end of my torment.My heels click against the hard floor as I pass through the hallways, the echo of each step reminding me how far I’ve come. My heart races, but not from fear—this is a chance, a small glimmer of hope that I’ve been clinging to. If I can get Conor to talk, if I can retrace his steps, then maybe I can finally figure out who has been tormenting me all these months. The thought makes my smile grow, and I feel the corners of my lips twitch upward. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m moving forward.I reach the door and knock, feeling a little nervous but still determined.
Nathaniel Caution is my only friend now. I move slowly and carefully, every step deliberate, as I walk through the darkened streets toward the docks. The weight of what lies ahead presses down on my shoulders, making my every breath feel heavy. My mind replays the events of the past two years—a vicious loop of mistakes, betrayals, and unexpected turns. I can't afford another misstep, not now. I know that this might be a trap, but I am desperate. Two years ago, everything seemed so clear. Megra and I had just signed the contract—a bizarre, desperate arrangement that would make her my wife. It was supposed to be a fresh start, a way to secure our future and stabilize the family. But then the intruder came. Megra was almost killed, her life hanging by a thread after that vicious attack. I remember her lying in a hospital bed, her face pale, her body bruised. That was the beginning of everything falling apart. And then Anna appeared, like a storm that swept through my life, leaving noth
Megra The hospital doors swing open with a rush of cold air, and I push my way through, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I can't breathe, can't think straight. All I know is that I need to see him. Nathaniel. I heard what happened—Archer was shot, but what if it wasn’t Archer they were after? What if Nathaniel was the target all along and Archer just got in the way? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t lose him. Not now, not ever. The smell of antiseptics and bleach fills my nose, making me gag. My shoes squeak against the polished floor as I race down the corridor, my eyes darting around, searching for him. Fear grips me tight, and anger simmers beneath the surface. How many times are we going to have to look over our shoulders? How many more times will we be forced to watch our backs, never knowing who might come after us next? And then I see him. Nathaniel is pacing up and down the ER corridor, his face pale, his eyes wide with fear. He looks like he’s been
MegraI walk back inside the waiting room, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The bright, sterile lights overhead buzz like a swarm of angry bees, making my head throb even more. I slump into one of the hard plastic chairs, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body aches, not from physical exhaustion but from the emotional toll that’s been dragging me down since Nathaniel was arrested.My mind spins, replaying the events of the last few days over and over, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. Nathaniel being dragged away in handcuffs. The cold, unfeeling words of the police officer, who couldn’t care less about the truth. And now, Archer is fighting for his life. This was never supposed to happen. How did everything spiral out of control so quickly? How did we end up here?I have to help Nathaniel. I have to help myself. And I have to help Mia, our sweet, innocent daughter, who has no idea what’s happening around her. I have to pro