The men roughly grabbed Mia and forcefully pushed her into the car as she screamed for help, her voice echoing through the night. Ignoring her pleas, they quickly injected her with a sedative, causing her vision to blur and her screams to fade into silence.The last thing Mia remembered before losing consciousness was the sight of the mansion growing smaller in the distance, her heart sinking as she realized that she was being taken further away from any hope of rescue.As the car sped through the darkness, Mia's limp body slumped against the seat, her mind drifting into a forced slumber. Vivian paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with a multitude of thoughts. She knew she had the upper hand for the moment, but Arla's presence in the mansion filled her with fear. Liam still harbored feelings for Arla, and Vivian had to ensure they remained apart. Donning a revealing black night robe, she admired her figure in the dresser mirror, noticing how much lighter she had become
Henry's arrival at the mansion was met with a scene of utter chaos. The once pristine estate was now a disheveled mess, its grandeur tainted by the aftermath of the violent intrusion. Unconscious guards littered the grounds, their weapons scattered haphazardly beside them, as the air hung heavy with tension.Henry's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the disarray, his shock quickly giving way to a blistering rage. "What has happened here?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the once-serene corridors. His subordinates flinched at the sound of his fury, knowing that the consequences of this catastrophe would be severe.As he stormed through the mansion, Henry's anger only grew when he discovered Arla's room empty. The realization that she had been taken fueled his fury, his eyes blazing with an intensity that seemed almost inhuman. His hands clenched into fists, and his jaw tightened as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him."How could
Vivian moved closer, her predatory gaze locked on Arla's trembling form. "You see, my dear," Vivian continued, her voice laced with danger, "I know exactly how to handle pests like you."Before Arla could react, Vivian's fingers clamped around her arm, digging painfully into her soft flesh. With a forceful jerk, Vivian began dragging Arla toward the mansion's expansive garden. Arla stumbled, her body weakened by fear and exhaustion as she struggled to keep up with Vivian's relentless pace.As they reached the garden, Arla's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. Piled high were mountains of soiled clothes, the heap towering over her like a great challenge. Vivian glared at Arla, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You will wash every single piece by tonight, or you will go without food for two days. Do not test me, Arla."Trembling under the weight of Vivian's oppressive gaze, Arla felt a mixture of fear and anger bubble up inside her. She knew she had no choice but to comply, he
As Liam's figure disappeared into the distance, Arla found herself at a loss, her mind spinning with questions that demanded answers. Her thoughts remained focused on Liam, his words echoing in her mind. The pain in his voice had been undeniable, a raw emotion that spoke volumes about their shared history. What could she have possibly done to cause such hurt and anger? And why did she feel a powerful attraction to him, even as he treated her with such coldness and mistrust?Arla trudged toward the mansion, her body weak and her spirits low. She hadn't eaten or drank anything since her arrival, and the hunger pangs were almost unbearable. As she entered the maids' quarters, her eyes were immediately drawn to a maid's dress laid out on the bed, a note resting beside it. With trembling hands, she picked up the note and read the words scrawled across the page: "This is what befits you being a maid. You must wake early tomorrow and continue washing."Recognizing Vivian's cruel handiwork,
Liam, his gaze shifting between Arla and Vivian with a hint of suspicion, finally broke the tense silence. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. He had been observing Arla for days, noticing the subtle changes in her demeanor that set her apart from the person she had once been.His eyes scanned the floor before settling on Vivian, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What seems to be the matter?" he pressed, his annoyance with her actions becoming increasingly evident. In an attempt to redirect the conversation, he inquired, "Have you spoken to Carponi today?" His tone was firm, his glare making it clear that he was dissatisfied with her behavior.Vivian returned his gaze, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "Yes, I know what my duties are, and I've done them," she retorted, eager to assert her authority. "But her," Vivian continued, pointing an accusing finger at Arla, "she seems to be neglecting her duties. The nerve of her to question my actions!" Vivian's
In a dimly lit room, Henry paced back and forth, his once immaculate appearance now disheveled and weary. His unkempt beard and the deep lines of worry etched into his face spoke volumes of the turmoil that raged within him. His right-hand man, Jason, stood nearby, watching Henry with concern and a sense of helplessness."I need to find out where she is!" Henry exclaimed, his voice trembling with frustration. "Why can't anyone locate him? It's like he's vanished from the face of the earth!" He paused, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Where the hell is he hiding my woman?"In a sudden burst of anger, Henry swept his arm across the table, sending papers and objects scattering to the floor. Jason flinched at the display of raw emotion but remained composed, understanding the depth of Henry's anguish."Don't worry," Jason said, his voice calm and steady as he attempted to placate his friend. "I'll find a way to get to her." He knew that Henry wa
As the days passed, the mansion was abuzz with a sense of foreboding, its inhabitants tangled in a web of deceit and ambition. Arla, determined to regain her lost memories and uncover the truth behind her current predicament, found herself growing closer to Jane. As the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, Arla found herself torn between her growing feelings for Liam and the loyalty she felt towards Henry, the husband she couldn't remember loving. Her heart, heavy with uncertainty, yearned for a resolution that seemed just out of reach.Meanwhile, Vivian's control over Liam continued to tighten, her calculated moves ensuring that he remained oblivious to the true nature of her intentions. Laurette, emboldened by her newfound freedom, lurked in the shadows, her hunger for power and influence fueling her desire to see her daughter succeed in their dark plans.That morning, Arla decided to wear one of the dresses that Jane had given her. She tied her hair up, and as she looked
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Arla's eyes fluttered open, a wave of fear washing over her as she found Liam sitting beside her, his gaze locked upon her face. Her heart racing, she instinctively recoiled from him, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't hurt me."Liam remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as he wrestled with the storm of emotions that raged within him. "I won't," he said finally, his voice raw and husky.Arla's brow furrowed in confusion, her hand moving to her throat, wincing as she felt the tender skin beneath her fingertips. "You tried to kill me," she accused, her voice shaking as she searched Liam's face for answers.Liam looked away, his jaw clenching as he struggled to come to terms with his actions. "I was angry," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I lost control."As Arla watched him, a mixture of fear and disbelief warring within her, she realized that there was still so much she didn't understand. "Why?" she aske
Henry glared at Mia, his voice dripping with disdain. "I have no use for you. You're useless to me very useless. Why don't you die with your father?"Mia screamed, her eyes filled with anguish. "Haven't you done enough? What did we do to deserve this? Leave us alone!"In a split second, Henry cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Realizing his intention, Jason leapt in front of Mia, shielding her from the imminent danger. The gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Jason's arm, eliciting a pained grunt.Henry chuckled, his cold laughter echoing through the hall. "Good, you can have her. I don't care about that bitch." With those words, he gripped Arla's arm tightly and dragged her towards the waiting car before speeding away.Liam, his heart pounding with fear and desperation, knew he couldn't risk following them. Henry was an unpredictable and volatile man who wouldn't hesitate to harm Arla. The realization of his own feelings for Arla hit him like a tidal wave, and
The morning sunlight filtered through the lush greenery of the garden as Donna was wheeled out of her room by her maids. Seeking solace in the serene environment, she instructed them to leave her alone, relishing the temporary peace that nature provided. Just as she began to relax, the sound of clapping interrupted her reverie, and she turned to find Vivian standing before her, an unreadable expression on her face."It's nice of you to grace us with your presence," Donna remarked sarcastically, leaning back in her wheelchair and adjusting the blanket on her lap. "Aren't you tired of being Liam's shadow?"Vivian chuckled, her eyes fixed on Donna with a steely gaze. "Aren't you tired of acting?"Donna's brow furrowed in confusion, her body tensing up at Vivian's words. "What do you mean, 'acting'?"In a sudden, swift motion, Vivian pulled Donna off the wheelchair, causing her to shriek as she fell to the ground. Vivian glared down at her, her voice filled with accusation. "I know you ca
Liam growled, his voice rough with passion. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Arla opened to him willingly, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs through the thin fabric of her nightgown.Arla moaned into his mouth, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, inviting him to explore her further. Liam's hands found the hem of her nightgown and with a swift motion, he pulled it over her head, leaving her completely bare before him.Her body was a vision of perfection. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glowed in the dim light. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples puckered and begging for attention. Liam's mouth watered at the sight, and he lowered his head, taking a taut peak into his mouth. He suckled and teased, his tongue flicking and swirling, eliciting a series of moans
Liam's laughter was tinged with disbelief as he questioned Arla. "Are you trying to tell me that you didn't know him at all? Is that what you want me to believe?"Arla's face twisted with frustration, her words pleading for understanding. "I knew Henry, but we weren't close, Liam. I can't give you the answers you want, but I swear I've never lied to you."Liam's eyes hardened, the pain of betrayal still fresh in his heart. "I can't just forget what happened, Arla. I'm surrounded by people who have manipulated me, and it's hard to trust anyone."Arla's voice rose, her patience wearing thin as she defended herself. "I'm not asking you to forget, but don't paint me as the villain here. There are others who have played a role in all of this Vivian, Donna, and Laurette. Investigate them instead of constantly blaming me."Liam shook his head, his disbelief palpable as he scoffed. "Donna has been in a coma for two years, Arla. How can I confront her when she's only just awakened? And her fa
Arla stood trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around her body in a desperate attempt to preserve her dignity. As the maids stepped away, her mind was suddenly flooded with flashes of her past, memories long forgotten now resurfacing with a force that sent a shockwave through her system. Her head throbbed with an intense pain, the fierceness of her past and present colliding in a tuneless confusion and fear.Without warning, Liam lifted a hose connected to the tap, his actions fueled by a wave of cold, detached anger that seemed to have consumed him. As the icy water sprayed over Arla's vulnerable form, she was assaulted by the shock of the cold and the relentless pressure of the water, her body convulsing in response to the brutal onslaught.The weight of the memories, the stinging pain in her head, and the humiliation of Liam's actions overwhelmed her senses, her consciousness slipping away as she let out a desperate scream. Her body went limp, collapsing to the floor as she gasped
Liam sat in his office, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over the details of Donna's recovery plan. He knew that her return to Carponi would allow him to refocus on his affairs, which had suffered in the wake of the chaos that had engulfed the safe house. A sense of frustration filled him, the weight of the recent events bearing down on his shoulders as he struggled to regain control over his life.His thoughts drifted to Donna, and he felt a surge of anger at the role she had played in orchestrating Arla's kidnapping. He had discovered her involvement while she was in a coma and couldn't help but feel that she had contributed to the problems that now plagued him. Despite this, he was determined to see her walking and independent once more, not only for her sake but also to alleviate the burden that had fallen upon him.Liam understood that Donna must never learn of Arla's presence within the safehouse, knowing full well the turmoil that would ensue should their paths cr
As Donna was wheeled into the safehouse, her arrival was met with a mixture of relief and apprehension by its occupants. Vivian, observing from the shadows, felt her blood boil at the sight of her rival returning to the fold. In the privacy of her room, she unleashed her rage, the weight of her fury pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket."Why is she waking up now?" Vivian seethed, her voice trembling with bitterness. "Today was supposed to be my special night with Liam." She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control the tempest of emotions that threatened to consume her."Liam, why do you attract all these wild women?" she cried out, her despair mingling with the fury that coursed through her veins. Vivian's anger was all-consuming, her desire for Liam's undivided attention transforming into a dangerous obsession that blinded her to all reason.As she paced the confines of her room, her gaze fell upon a silver pen, its sharp edge glintin
Arla left Liam's room in the safe house, only to be met by a venomous Vivian, her hand raised and ready to strike. However, Arla was prepared this time. She caught Vivian's wrist, halting the slap before it could land. "I'm not ready for your mind games today," Arla declared, her voice hard and unyielding.Vivian's eyes widened in surprise as she took a step back, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She studied Arla's face, noting a change in her demeanor that hadn't been there before. Had Arla regained her memories? The thought sent a shiver of fear down Vivian's spine, her carefully laid plans suddenly unbalanced on the brink of collapse.Biting her nails anxiously, Vivian watched as Arla walked away, her confident stride a stark contrast to the frightened girl she had once been. Vivian's anger, still simmering from the previous night when Liam had taken Arla away from her grasp, bubbled to the surface once more.Back in her room, Vivian's rage had reached its boiling po
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Arla's eyes fluttered open, a wave of fear washing over her as she found Liam sitting beside her, his gaze locked upon her face. Her heart racing, she instinctively recoiled from him, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't hurt me."Liam remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as he wrestled with the storm of emotions that raged within him. "I won't," he said finally, his voice raw and husky.Arla's brow furrowed in confusion, her hand moving to her throat, wincing as she felt the tender skin beneath her fingertips. "You tried to kill me," she accused, her voice shaking as she searched Liam's face for answers.Liam looked away, his jaw clenching as he struggled to come to terms with his actions. "I was angry," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I lost control."As Arla watched him, a mixture of fear and disbelief warring within her, she realized that there was still so much she didn't understand. "Why?" she aske