"She's almost seven months pregnant! How could she escape from full-grown men!." Mark shouts into the phone, his rage increasing at the incompetence of his staff."We- we-were so very sorry sir." The voice on the line stammers. Mark was sure that the man was probably pissing himself where he stands.Mark scoffs In derision. "You will be." He promises darkly before hanging up. He presses his hands to his aching temple, his thoughts whirling around in his brain at breakneck speed.Rebecca has escaped and at this rate, he knows that she won't come back and by now it's probably too late for an abortion."Damnit!." He curses before throwing his phone at the wall. The screen cracks before breaking into little pieces but he gives no thought to that right now.His mind races as he tries to process the implications of the information. The maid they had been searching for, the one who had abruptly left after Leia's accident, was still pregnant and on the run. Mark's heart sank at the realisati
Leia knows that something is wrong from the moment Mark steps into the room.She swallows as she takes a look at his strained expression.Leia's heart races as Mark silently approaches her. "Leia," he begins, his voice lacking the confidence he was known for, "I know we were supposed to get married in four days, but I think it would be better if we pushed the wedding forward a bit."Leia's eyes widened in surprise. "Pushed forward? But why, Mark? Everything's been planned for today." She says incredulously.Mark takes a deep breath, looking into her eyes earnestly. "Leia, I've been talking to the doctors, and they think it would be better for you to take your medicine a little longer before the wedding. It's for your good. We want you to feel your best on our special day." He says gently, his hand lifting to brush along her cheek.Leia's shoulders slump slightly at the thought of her medication. She understood Mark's concern but She didn't see he needed to take it. To her, she was p
The doctor's voice on the other end of the line was calm, but Mark sensed a hint of confusion. "I see. This is certainly unusual. Her subconscious mind may be resisting the medication, causing these episodes. Her emotional state might be exacerbating the situation."Mark's frustration is palpable. "But doctor, She's been taking the medication as prescribed. How can her subconscious be fighting it?"The doctor sighs softly, if a bit shakily. "Sometimes, the mind can react in unexpected ways. Stress, anxiety, and even subconscious fears can play a role. I know this is incredibly challenging, but we might need to adjust the treatment plan."Mark's patience was wearing thin. "I can't see her like this anymore, doctor. I can't keep watching her suffer. We were supposed to get married today, and now I don't even know when she'll be well enough for that."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and the doctor's tone shifted. "I understand your frustration, Mark. It's a difficult sit
The joyous atmosphere that had enveloped the wedding vanished in an instant, replaced by tension and uncertainty. Guests whispered among themselves as Mark paced frantically by Leia's side, his heart heavy with worry.While he was distracted someone must have called the hospital because, Within moments, the venue buzzed with activity. Medical professionals rush to Leia's side, assessing her condition. The officiant, now flustered, tries to explain the situation to the bewildered guests.As the doctor examines Leia, Mark's patience wears thin. "What's happening? Why did she collapse?" he demands, his voice trembling with anger.The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a calm demeanour, met Mark's gaze. "We're trying to figure that out, Mr. Johnson. It's important to stay calm."Mark's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "Stay calm? How can I stay calm when the woman I'm about to marry is lying unconscious?" His voice wavered, desperation creeping into his tone. "If she doesn't wak
"We can't find her sir, we've searched the whole building," Mark's men say as they gather around him. His eyes twitch from irritation but for a while, he just stands there, staring in complete amazement while he rubs his chin. Mark takes a couple of steps forward, approaching the man who had delivered the unsatisfying report and pulls out a gun pointing at his head. His men backs away unwilling to interfere out of fear and dedication, but then he holds the trigger ready to pull. "Anyone else think you can't find her?" He asks and at once the place falls into dead silence. He looks around for a little while and nods upon seeing his men shake their heads and then he turns to face the man who had dared to tell him that the main cause of his anger and the woman who dared to ruin his special couldn't be found. He draws closer and looks the man in the eyes, calming, asking for the second time, "Do you still think it'll be impossible to find her?" Without wasting time the man shakes h
"Dammit hurry up and leave already," Catherine begged from her hideout. She could barely take it anymore, being squeezed into a tiny corner like that was becoming more than uncomfortable for her and she needed to stretch, but not with those people diligently searching for her. One wrong move would be all it took to end her, but Catherine was running out of patience as she wouldn't constantly try to snuggle a space for her legs and luckily she wouldn't move anything to cause a sound. From a small hole created by the entrance into the ceiling, she watches them diligently. "So what's your plan boss, you lead the way, and we follow behind," his companions say mockingly and the others laugh. He sighs tiredly and reaches for his phone, "A.J. are you still there?" "Sure am, I'm all in for this idea of yours, just hope it turns out the way we want it to," A.J. says. "That's for us to find out," the man says. "Call the others and in different buildings," he begins and Catherine curiousl
Her breath was shallow and she could hardly move. For the first time in her life, she could tell how a bullet felt. Painful, deep, as if a million termites were chewing off her skin but deep inside her, the bullet feels cold. She breaks down into cold sweat, shivering at even the slightest touch as she's slowly lowered down."She's bleeding from her ribcage? It'll be a problem if she can't receive treatment as soon as possible," A.J. yells from over the phone as he makes his way towards them in haste. All other teams have also called off their search, returning to the mansion where they all plan to rejoin the others. "I'll call the boss and tell him we've found the girl, while you take the fastest car and make sure to try to stop the bleeding, she'll be in a horrible condition if you don't hurry," he yells at the ring leader who wastes time to begin transporting the found target. He knows he's already made a mistake, after all, he's responsible for the sorry state she's in, even
Many hours pass by and still no word from either side. The maid still lies in a critical condition and Leia the victim also fails to open her eyes much to Mark's detest. From just sitting down by her bedside, he could already feel his blood boil from wanting to kill a certain someone but he knew it was not time yet. There's no way he'd get rid of his only clues to finding out about the true madman who dares to attend him and hurt his woman. "Tch! I'd kill her as soon as I'm done with her, but first, I'll make sure she suffers nice and slowly to the point where she wishes she could die," he murmurs to himself with his eyes like a maniac. The doctors in his mansion as well as the nurses would constantly report just how severely wounded the woman is, but he couldn't care less about the severity. Each he asks, they'd say, "She's in a very critical condition, she's lost a lot of blood. If she was a minute late then she would have died for sure." But despite them repeating the same th