LorenzoAs I entered my apartment with Eva by my side, I immediately made my way to my drawer, rummaging through its contents with a sense of urgency.Eva observed my actions, her curiosity piqued."What are you searching for?" she inquired, her voice tinged with concern."The flash drive," I replied, my brow furrowed in concentration. "You know it contains crucial evidence of Mona's involvement in the murder."Eva's eyes widened with alarm. "Let me assist you," she offered, her tone resolute.Together, we combed through every nook and cranny of the apartment, leaving no stone unturned. Yet, the flash drive remained elusive, and my worry deepened, my jaw clenched in frustration."Are you certain you kept it here?" Eva asked, her gaze searching mine."Yes, I'm positive," I affirmed, my voice firm.Eva's eyes locked onto mine, her voice a gentle whisper. "What if Mona and Erica found it and took it?"My face darkened, my fist clenched in anger. "They wouldn't dare," I growled, my teeth
EvaAs Lorenzo excused himself to transfer the files to Rita's phone, she turned to me with a warm smile."Let's exchange numbers," she suggested, handing me her phone. "After all, we'll be sisters-in-law soon."My eyes sparkled as I entered my number, a hint of amusement in my voice."Actually, we aren't officially engaged yet," I clarified, my lips curving into a gentle smile.Rita's brow raised as she questioned me. "What do you mean? Haven't you two gotten engaged yet?"I hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "We did, but...I gave him back the ring.""Why would you do that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.My voice dropped to a whisper as I confessed. "I got caught up in a situation, and returning the ring seemed like the only way out."Rita's expression softened, her eyes locked on mine. "You're hesitant because of what happened with Christopher, aren't you?"I nodded, my heart heavy with uncertainty."Don't worry," she reassured me, her tone gentle and understanding. "Lorenzo lo
Eva As we settled onto the sofas, Thomas and Lorenzo sat opposite us, their faces etched with concern. I grasped Thelma's hands, my eyes locked on hers, silently encouraging her to share her story. "Thelma, what happened? How did you get kidnapped? How did you escape? Please, tell me everything," I asked, my voice gentle yet urgent. Thelma's eyes welled up with tears, her body trembling as she struggled to speak. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. "Shh, it's okay, Thelma. Don't force yourself. You don't have to remember," I whispered, softly patting her back. Lorenzo nodded in agreement, his voice filled with relief. "Yes, we're just glad you're back home, safe and sound. We were so worried about you." Thelma's sobs intensified, her pain and fear palpable. Thomas came to us and leaned forward, his eyes reflecting his empathy and concern. "Take your time, Thelma. We're here for you," he said, his tone soothing and supportive. As her
Mona I ran through the dense forest alongside Erica, our footsteps pounding against the earth. Finally, we stopped and looked back, seeing no one pursuing us. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "Can you stop screaming?" Erica snapped, her expression stern. "What if they hear us and come for us? It's all your fault." I scoffed, turning to her. "You're not a saint, Erica. And don't try to tell me what to do." "I'm done following you, Mona," her anger flared, her voice rising. "It's not like I killed James; that was your doing. I'm not a murderer. I'M OUT." My grip on her arm tightened. "Where do you think you're going? You can't just leave." "Watch me. We're over," Erica said, her eyes flashing with a firm tone in her voice. I felt a surge of panic, my mind racing. "You can't just walk away." Erica's gaze hardened. "I can, and I will." I seethed with rage as she walked away. Without thinking, I grabbed a big stone and screamed, charging behind
Eva Six hours ago... Standing beside Thelma in our cozy kitchen, I methodically chopped vegetables for dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed ginger usually filled me with warmth and comfort, but today it was suffocating. I covered my nose, scrunching my face in disgust. "Thelma," I choked out, "I...I don't know what's wrong. This smell is nauseating." She turned to me, her brow creased with concern. "Eva, are you alright? You normally love the smell of ginger." I shook my head, a wave of nausea washing over me. "I don't know. It just...ugh." Before Thelma could respond, I bolted out of the kitchen, my hand clamped over my mouth. I raced to the bathroom and collapsed to my knees, retching violently into the toilet. The intensity and suddenness of my illness left me bewildered. After splashing my face with cold water, I stared at my pallid reflection in the mirror, unease settling over me. What was happening? With a deep breath, I gathered my courage and made my way back to th
EvaRising from my seat, I followed the nurse as she led me to the lab for tests. With each step, my mind raced, conjuring innumerable possibilities.Anxious moments stretched into an eternity as I awaited the results, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.Eventually, the nurse returned, her voice calling out, "Eva Chapman, please proceed to the doctor's office. Your results are ready."I stood up and went over to the door, which I knocked, my heart hammering in my chest, and entered.A woman with a warm smile greeted me. "Hello, Eva. I'm Dr. Rachel Thompson. Welcome. Please, take a seat."I complied, curiosity piqued by the doctor's optimistic demeanor. Could it mean that my test results were normal? Was I truly alright after all?Leaning forward, Dr. Thompson's eyes shone with kindness. "Eva, I have good news and...complicated news."My heart plummeted. Complicated? A feeling of dread washed over me. "What do you mean?" I asked, attempting to maintain a facade of calm.Dr. Thompson's smi
EvaA sinister gleam filled Mona's eyes. "I heard you're pregnant, Eva."My mind spun, my voice trembling. "How did you know that?"Mona's smile widened, revealing a hint of cruelty. "Oh, I know everything about you, Eva."To my horror, she reached out and touched my stomach, a chilling intimacy in her gesture."I'll help you get rid of it," she whispered, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "I know you don't want the baby."I recoiled, my body trembling with fear and disbelief. "I never said I didn't want the baby."Mona's grip on my stomach tightened, and I tried to pull away, only to find that heavy chains bound my wrists and ankles, rendering me utterly helpless.With a flourish, Mona produced a dagger, its point glinting ominously in the dim light. I watched in horror as she traced the blade across my stomach, a wicked grin playing on her lips."You won't need this burden," Mona hissed, her eyes filled with a terrifying madness.A searing pain erupted in my stomach as the dagger sl
LorenzoI leaned in, my lips brushing against Eva's in a tender kiss. She let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy."What are you doing?" she teased, her voice filled with warmth.I rubbed her stomach gently, my voice brimming with love and affection. "Baby, please come fast. Your dad is waiting for you."Eva's smile widened, lighting up the entire room. Just then, her phone beeped, signaling a new message.Peering over her shoulder, I saw that it was a message from the Wild Song pack members. I couldn't help but grin as I read the heartfelt words expressing how much they missed her and longed to see her again."They've invited you to the pack," I said, my voice laced with excitement.Eva looked up at me, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Should I go?"I chuckled softly. "Is that even a question? Of course, you should go. But don't worry, I'll be right there with you."Eva nodded, relief washing over her as she realized she wouldn't have to face the pack alone.THE NEXT DAY