One tugged at the door, it opened and they all marched inside the mansion surprise that they haven't come across any living soul. Looking left to right, their steps were calculated and they were careful with the way they made each steps.
The men—dressed in all black, wearing an headgear and with guns on their hands—never put their guard down even though no one is yet to show their face. The sound their boots made when connecting with the hard tiled floor was the only noise to be heard until a ringtone blared loudly causing all attention to be on the tall well built man who was about to climb the stairs, one of his foot was on the first stair and the other on the ground.
He grunted, fishing for his phone in his right trouser. “ Silly of me to forget to put my phone on silent.” He chastised himself, and he also ordered the others to check up and some to check the surrounding outside then they all quickly scamper to do what they are asked to
“ Before I end the call, apologize properly so I can forgive you.” She said and John snorted out a laugh.“ For what reason ?” He laughed, “ For not informing earlier...well, I'm not sorry. I did it for you own good, I'm very sure if I told you, that faint will lead to a coma. You will never leave that ward and you will neglect your duties towards your new born baby, creating another problem then Patricia will wake up feeling guilty, angry and embarrassed. So I did it for my daughter, I'm not sorry if it hurt you, if it ever happened again which will definitely not, I would do it all over again.”“ I would never neglect my duties towards my baby, I also have a sense of responsibility towards Patricia. I need to be there with her.”“ Don't develop any sense she won't need, I can only allow you to see her, that's all.”“ But
“ I am accepting it.” John strolled inside with a casual jeans and black plain shirt. “ I'm accepting the decision Marco made, I have no option. I need to move my daughter to another location so when the danger arrive here, they won't find her.”“ What kind of danger is she in ? I thought you went to clear it away ?”John was about to reply, then he remembered there were more than two burning gazes on him. “ Can you excuse us ?” His polite smile was directed to the blonde female, in white coat.“ I think he is talking to you.” The doctor shifted her gaze to Kayne while made a laugh that is similar to that of a hen's cry, bobbing her head.Kayne tilted his head, tapping his chin with his slender finger.“ Is she laughing or crying ? Cause that sound like a broken cat ? Or Marco, what'd you think ?”“ Well it sound more of a dying frog to me.” They both bur
“ Knowing Patricia, she will refuse to back down. But right now, she is in a state where she can not defend herself so she needs protection. When she wakes up, then she can answer that question herself. So please take her away from here and promise me that you will protect with all your means.”“ I promise sir.” ~•~“ What did you mean by you are moving her to another place ?”“ She is no longer safe here, we need to move her to somewhere the agency will have no idea till she recovers.” John explained to Chloe as they both walked to Patricia's ward.Chloe huffed in annoyance, “ That means I have to look for another job and hide from them.”“ Why ?”“ Well durh...if they can't find Patricia, they will seek for me, and torment
“There is always light at the end of the tunnel, ” a popular saying this days, but that's bullshit. Ten years down the line filled with suffering, pain and so much agony, years being dominated by darkness and not seeing any atom of light.A little girl of a nuclear family of six (6); my dad, mum, three boys and the only girl. I was barely eight years old, when our village lost it great king, a sad and tragic news to hear, oh we all loved him but life sometimes isn’t fair to us at all.Just like that months passed and there was a need for a new king, the dead is gone and now we look ahead. The king’s brother took over the throne likewise sorrow and hardship with him. A village so peaceful and calm had now been replaced by a long term of sorrow under our very eyes.The new King ordered the guards to take the first daughter of every family in the village, not even caring about their young age. I remembered it so vivid and cle
John drowned his tiredness in the cup of coffee, he blinked his eyes so fast forcing himself to stay awake. A sigh found its way out of his mouth and sluggishly, he turned his drowsy eyes back to the screen of his laptop.Nothing interesting to see there just some bunch of guards patrolling in front of the house. “ Fuck patience!” As his fingers were about to touch the keyboard, he noticed one of the patrolling guards dropping dead and the others started firing bullets at somewhere, the video did not show where maybe because the camera could not go that range, he thought.“ But how come we did not see any bodies.” He wondered out loud, then he finally succumb to his desire to fast forward it. John stopped when a figure that looks different from the guards, he immediately took the figure that was clad in a costume as the unknown identity. His face is bidding in a mask was not helping him at all.John felt a liking for the unknown kil
John drowned his tiredness in the cup of coffee, he blinked his eyes so fast forcing himself to stay awake. A sigh found its way out of his mouth and sluggishly, he turned his drowsy eyes back to the screen of his laptop.Nothing interesting to see there just some bunch of guards patrolling in front of the house. “ Fuck patience!” As his fingers were about to touch the keyboard, he noticed one of the patrolling guards dropping dead and the others started firing bullets at somewhere, the video did not show where maybe because the camera could not go that range, he thought.“ But how come we did not see any bodies.” He wondered out loud, then he finally succumb to his desire to fast forward it. John stopped when a figure that looks different from the guards, he immediately took the figure that was clad in a costume as the unknown identity. His face is bidding in a mask was not hel
“ Please wake up. If not for me, let it be for your sake.” He raised her hand to his lips then pecked it. Smiling against her smooth skin, he said. “ This makes me remember my encounter with your friend three days ago, shared some embarrassing moment about you.” Marco inhaled sharply then a laugh broke out as his mind wandered to that moment. ~~~~Flashback begins... “Who are you ?!” The thunderous voice of Marco startled Chloe, as she rose her head from the bed with her hands immediately going to her chest, calming her beating heart. “ You must be Marco, Patricia's boss.” Chloe said with a smile, using her sleeves to wipe her teary eyes. “ Yes I am, state your reasons for being here. You can't be a nurse, no nurse will assume the position you were in whe
As the long brown oak down opened, the workers of the building who were lined by the sides of the door, all chorused together with their head slightly bowed “ Welcome young prince.” greeting the man who wore a two button up white shirt and blue jeans, his brown hair was tousled but it did not ruin his handsomeness. Some female workers peek through the corner of their eyes, swooning at the sight of their young prince. His broad shoulders, bulging muscles and his abs that was visible to the eyes of his admirer just because of the shirt hugged his body; his height and physique was everything a girl wants.The trolley went inside first with a female nurse pushing it before he catwalked inside with his hefty men in black following him.“ Marco, my son.” A woman that looks exactly like him, it was as if she is the female version of him but older. Marco removed his black shades as he looked up to the woman dressed in a simple gown but was adorned
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