Arla's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Liam exit Donna's room, his expression unreadable. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it refused to budge, just like the questions and doubts that swirled in her mind. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, Feigning nonchalance, Arla leaned against the staircase, her arms folded across her chest as she summoned the courage to confront him. "Is she alright?" she asked, her voice slightly trembling, betraying the storm of emotions within her.Liam hesitated, his eyes darting between Arla and the door to Donna's room. "She's just exhausted," he replied, his tone carefully measured. "It's been a long day for all of us."Arla's gaze bore into Liam's, her lips pressed into a thin line as she battled the urge to unleash her pent-up frustration. "Yes, it has," she agreed, her voice tinged with hurt and a hint of accusation. "But I don't understand why she's here... with us."Liam took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair
As Mia disappeared, Jason felt an overwhelming urge to follow her and ensure that she was alright. He hesitated for a moment, knowing that pursuing her might not sit well with Henry. But the concern he felt for Mia overrode his loyalty to his best friend, and he knew he couldn't just stand idly by. Jason turned to Henry, his tone measured and calm. "I'm going to check on her," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Henry scowled, clearly displeased, but Jason didn't wait for his response before hurrying after Mia. He found her in the estate's sprawling garden, sitting on a bench beneath the shade of a weeping willow tree. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and Jason's heart clenched at the sight. He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her."Hi," he said softly, his voice laced with concern.She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and Jason could see the pain and humiliation she felt reflected in them. He sat down beside her on the bench, maintaining a respectf
As Donna entered Liam's office, she slammed the door shut, causing Liam to look up from his desk, startled. Her face was a mask of anger and frustration as she stepped closer to him."What was Arla doing here, Liam?" Donna demanded, her voice cold and accusatory. "You promised me that you would keep your distance from her."Liam leaned back in his chair, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the tension in the room. "We were just having a discussion about the current situation with the safehouse it's important that we're all on the same page right now." Donna staring at him suspiciously said I can't help but feel like you're keeping something from me," Liam's gaze deepened as he questioned Donna, "What do you mean by keeping something from you?" Just then, Donna moved closer and said with a hint of suspicion, "You better not be hiding anything from me, Liam."Liam leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on hers as he replied, "Are you going to tell me what to do with my life no
In Henry's lavish mansion, he sat alone in his office, smoking and staring intently at a picture of Arla on his phone. He had numerous pictures of her from their various encounters at the club, and he had them printed and displayed on the walls of his office like some sort of shrine.With a possessive edge to his voice, he whispered to himself, "What the hell are you doing with that son of a bitch? You're mine, only mine. I'll go to hell and come back before I let any other man have you. Just wait, my princess. I'll have you all to myself soon."Just then, Jason walked into the office and sighed, taking a seat across from Henry. "You're acting weird lately," Jason commented, eyeing the pictures on the wall. "Who's this girl you're obsessed with? It's unlike you."Henry puffed out a cloud of smoke and replied, "Arla," before closing his eyes and smiling in a maniacal manner.Jason shook his head in disbelief. "Why did you marry Mia when you treat her this way?" he asked, his concern ev
Liam, filled with frustration and anger, slammed a glass onto the table, shattering it into pieces. "How did they discover our location?" he demanded from one of his wounded men. The man, unable to provide an answer, simply shook his head in defeat.Liam slumped into a nearby chair, his mind racing to find a solution. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he recognized the caller as Carponi. With a heavy sigh, Liam ran his hand through his hair before answering the call.Carponi's voice was filled with urgency. "Liam, there are things more important than the other! Find me my daughter within 48 hours," he ordered, leaving no room for negotiation. Without waiting for a response, Carponi ended the call.Liam stared at the phone in his hand, his frustration mounting. He knew that time was running out, and he had to act quickly if he wanted to save Donna and Arla. With a steely determination in his eyes.Liam immediately called a meeting with his most trusted men, those still able to fight despit
Henry strode out of his office, an air of urgency surrounding him. He was surrounded by his men, their faces stony and determined. "I have the location of the girl and Liam," he announced. "Move out!" The convoy of sleek, black luxury jeeps roared to life, speeding away from the estate. As Henry inhaled deeply from his cigarette, a smirk played on his lips. "You're finally going to be mine," he muttered under his breath. Meanwhile, Liam and his men were closing in on Arla and Donna's location. Every second counted, and they knew they couldn't afford to waste a single moment. In the building where Arla and Donna were being held captive, Arla's condition worsened. Her fever spiked, and her face was flushed, the bruises from the beating standing out starkly against her pale skin. Two men barged into the room, and Arla recoiled in fear. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but there was nowhere to go. Before she could even understand their intentions, they grabbed her roughly, one of t
Arla gazed at Henry, her voice weak and trembling. "You? How come you're here?" she asked, her confusion evident. Liam, picking up on her familiarity with Henry, interjected. "Do you know him?" he questioned, his concern mounting. Henry took a step closer to Arla, his anger intensifying as he examined her battered face. "I asked who did this to you?" he snapped, directing his accusatory glare at Liam. "Did this son of a bitch lay his hands on you?" Arla, her energy waning, pleaded with Henry. "Please let us go," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. Ignoring her pleas, Henry pulled her closer to him, his grip tightening. "You're coming back with me," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Liam's muscles tensed, his anger reaching a boiling point. "Let go of her now," he growled, his eyes locked on Henry's. Henry let out a mocking chuckle, relishing in his newfound control over the situation. "You know, for someone who is surrounded, you sure have a death wish," he taunted
The dimly lit bedroom in Liam's safe house exuded an air of anticipation as the evening unfolded. Vivian, with her sultry gaze and alluring presence, stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight Liam approached her, his eyes burning with desire. As Liam drew closer, Vivian's heart raced, her breath quickening. She felt the warmth of his body, the raw masculinity that seemed to radiate from every pore. His strong hands reached for her, gently grasping her hips, pulling her towards him. In that moment, she surrendered to the raw hunger that had been building inside her."You're breathtaking," Liam whispered drunk, his voice hoarse with want. His fingers traced the curves of her body, starting from her slender waist, upwards to the swell of her breasts, causing Vivian to shiver at his touch. She wore a silk robe, loosely tied at her waist, revealing hints of her bare skin beneath.Vivian's hands found their way to Liam's chest, exploring the hard planes of his muscles thr
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