“ Pow!”
A hard slap landed on Patricia's cheek, pushing her head to the left as she spat out blood mixed with her saliva. She scoffed, laughing while raising her head. Her face was battered and bruised, it looks like she was run over by a truck. She threw her head back vibrating with laughter, not even care that she is tied to a chair and her expensive gown already tattered. “ Your hands are weak.” She spat at the man who stood
six feet tall, with muscular arms bulging out of his black T-shirt; tattoos visible in his neck and arm.Her statement earned a kick on the stomach making the wooden chair falling backwards along with her. Her legs dangles in the air, as her head was on the floor. The throbbing pain in her head was killing her but she was trying to keep it in and it was not working. With her eyes shut, she prays for her death to come quickly.
“ Raise her well, ” A baritone vo
“ Hello,” John greeted the blonde receptionist, that almost swoon at his charming smile. She let out a slight cough, comporting herself then she plastered her usual professional smile on her smooth olive face. “ Good day sir, how I may help you ?”“ I need to speak with your CEO please.” He said.She brought out the appointment book from one of the drawers then asked, “ Do you have an appointment with him ?” flipping the pages.“ No, but can I still talk to him ?” he jutted out his bottom lip, blinking his eyes, trying to look cute.She let out a long breaths, diverting her eyes to the golden elevator. Her fingers drummed on the book, then summoned courage to look at the handsome man in front of her. “ No sir, I am really sorry. I wish to let you in the office, but if I still love my job, I can't. It is risky going against the CEO's protocol, I will definitely get fired. I'm really am
John scrolled through his contacts using one hand and the other resting on the steering wheel of his Jeep. He twitched his lips contemplating whether to call her after he found the number he was looking for.He clicked his tongue, after coming to a conclusion, he tossed his phone to the seat beside him. He inhaled deeply then exhale, twisting the key to start part. The car roared to life as it drove away from the company with a black Lexus car following him. (♣)Restless...Is what Chloe felt.With her protruding stomach, she paced round the living room while nibbling on her bottom lip. She stared at her phone for the umpteenth time, sighing. Her eyes became weary as she await for either a call or message from John—it's been hours and she has not seen any. She sniffed, closing her eyes.Her eyes opened and she mut
“ Good day sir, ” A security guard greeted him as she opened the glass door for John. He smiled at the woman, entering inside. His eyes averted from the guard to the receptionist table in the lobby, no one is there. He sighed turning his gaze back to the woman beside him. “ What do you want sir ?” the woman asked, one of her hand was placed on the door handle and the other holding a black fat baton. “ I need to see your manager or the owner, just anybody that I can talk to concerning using the hall for an event or have power over this place except the owner. Sorry, you can direct me to the owner, if you like. I just want to check out this place if it is perfect for my event. You get me ? ” The woman chuckled, “ I do get you sir, I will call someone to direct you. I can not leave my post, please pardon me.” John waved her off, saying. “ Oh it's no problem, we all have to do our duty, can't afford to loose your job.” Smiling, she said. “ T
The sound of a shoe coming towards her made the scrawny lady raise her head revealing the swollen cheeks, bruised face, her hair looking greasy and unkempt; it was smeared all over her face. The screeching noise became louder as her heart began to race. She wrapped her arms over her torned gown, rubbing her arms that is filled with scars and untreated wounds, she feels cold. She blew a sigh, adjusting her body well on the dirty wall that is covered with algae. She winced slightly when she shifts her legs, her ankles are a bit swollen and a pain jolts her ankles to her waist She looks like a disaster, like someone who death is the only option. She managed to drag her knees to her chest, her head resting in-between the arms. Hearing the jingling sound of the keys, she strained her eyes in the dark but it was not enough to point out the unknown figure. There was only a small hole for window. The figure pushed the door with a thud on the wall, then he flicked on the swit
A red sport car swerved to the right, parking anyhow in between the cars in the parking area. The engine was shut down, as the car opened and a man with an average height, having a beautiful tanned skin. He came down in a rush, not even bothered to shut his door. He left the car like that, he dashed to the white building in a frenzy state. Despite his face looking tired, his pointed nose and nice lips still stood out. His brown hair looked rough, just like his tie that was hanging on his neck roughly and his shirt flying over.He pushed the glass door of the building of the ‘Crescent hospital’. He entered inside, still running towards the receptionist's table. By mistake, he smacked the table making the pretty nurse flinched at the sound, raising her head up. Panting , he said. “ I'm sorry, it was not deliberately. ”The nurse forced a smile at his apology, dropping his pen down on the table. “ What is your problem ?” She tried to ke
John walked up to the man that was sitting on his car's bonnet. “ What are you doing here ?” He asked Marco who jumped down when John reached him, behind the car there was a black Lexus car.Marco removed his shades, tucking it inside his pocket. He was no more in his suit but in a blue two bottom down shirt, complimenting it with a jean trouser and a blue pair of sneakers. “ I followed you here, I also wanted to help look for Patricia.”John cocked an eyebrow, “ Why ?”His eyebrows almost became close, he was wondering why he was asking. “ She is my assistant and I brought her to the gala, I was supposed to bring her back home safely and I failed to do that. So I am to be blame for her disappearance. I hope you can forgive me.”There was a brief silence that left Marco tensed before John spoke. “ I do not hold grudges, I have forgiven you.” Marco felt his body relaxed at his words as
John opened the door and they both walked inside. “ Make yourself home, I will be right back.” He said to Marco as he made a beeline to the stair case. This time around, he did not do any breathing exercises, giving himself pep talks before entering inside. He just pushed the door, entering inside with no care. The room was the same as he left it except there was no crying lady that curled herself in one corner. His nose scrunched up as he sauntered his way to the en-suite bathroom. He pushed the door a bit, peeping through the small space but there was no sign of any human being there. He closed the door and stood akimbo with both hands on his hips, million of questions swimming in his head, none with no answers but all concerning where his fiancee could be. He sighed, then his feet carried to the front of his small desk. It was only his laptop and bunch of papers on the table. John sat on the plush leather chair and immediately he opened his laptop, h
“ I see you are really making yourself over comfortable in my HOUSE.” John's voice made him realize he was staring at Marcella as she climbed the stairs, he turned his head to John raising both of his eyebrows. “ Did you say anything sir ?”John simply just ignore him, twitching his lips. He bent to the level of the table, taking the napkin that was near his awards to clean the speckles of dust on the pictures. “ It was the host of the gala that kidnapped my daughter.”“ Cisco ?”“ Yes Cisco or whatever his name is. He kidnapped my daughter and he is going to pay dearly for that.”“ How sure are you sir ?”He heavily sighed, his hands swiping up and down on the picture of him and Patricia; this entailed him putting on a goofy grin while carrying a ten year old Patricia on his shoulder, her hands spread wide apart, smiling. He chuckled, then answered Marco with a sugar-coated li
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered
Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to an
Patricia's laughter dwindled as Marco sprang into action, hoisting Stacy up from the floor. Her eyes laser-beamed with irritation, lips pressed into a grumbling pout. "And he claimed he didn't like the girl," she muttered, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention to a nearby box. Relief washed over her as a grin curled her lips. Finally, something that resonated with her was here. She eagerly unloaded the contents and began arranging them with care.With gentle precision, Marco placed Stacy on the sofa, adjusting her flimsy nightgown and crossing her legs. A soft moan escaped Stacy's lips as Marco's fingers brushed her delicate thigh. His nose caught a whiff of the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen, prompting him to saunter over. There, he found an uncooked omelette in the pan, and a smile played on his lips as he deftly flipped it with a spatula. "She's truly making an effort to please me. Maybe, after I sort out everything in my life, I'll settle down with her, buil
The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft, delicate glow. Patricia greeted the day with a grumpy groan, her body staging a revolt against any form of movement. As her eyes gradually adapted to her surroundings, she was met with the sight of Marco, sprawled out comfortably on the bed beside her. His hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, and his touch sent delightful tingles dancing across her waist.Her emotions were in a comedic tug of war. On one hand, there was an undeniable desire to lean over and kiss his handsome face. On the other, a compelling urge to strangle him for the emotional rollercoaster he'd unwittingly taken her on. Opting to address the latter issue first, Patricia pushed his hand away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.The cool floor met her feet as she rose, her movements deliberate and careful. She silently made her way to the bathroom, the dull aches in her foot announcing themselves with each step. Splashing col