Lana pov “Do you believe that accepting a ballet gown is a better option, implying that I will need to change into something more suitable?” “Miss, could you please bring another gown with lace? This one is quite revealing,” I remarked to the saleslady, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. The thrill of making sales before noon is unmistakable. “What’s so amusing that she can’t seem to stop grinning with that unattractive face of hers?” I hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent her from uttering the nonsense she was about to say. I looked at Caroline in disbelief, my eyes shining with understanding. “Don’t even think about softening your words for her; her sole purpose is to make sales,” I exclaimed, chewing gum slowly, my lips moving deliberately as if to emphasize my point. She shrugged, her eyebrows raised in defeat. My words seemed to have drained her of strength. “Caroline,” I called, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’m not trying to be harsh, but it’s unwise to insult
THE MAN ON HODDY Lana pov We need to keep going. I can't understand why he's tailing us; it's insane, especially since I can barely manage the steering. The driver is speeding as if there's a strict rule against driving slowly. "Lana, he must pull over," Caroline insisted, jabbing my shoulder forcefully. "Why should we stop? I'm not behind the wheel, and we have an assassin on our tail. Do you really value your life so little?” An intense rush of adrenaline surged through me as I shot back, "Certainly, I cherish my life, but I refuse to let a lunatic control our every action. We need to shake him off, not pause for a leisurely chat." Her expression was filled with dread. “Lana, please. He's not going to kill us!” I tightened my grip on the seat, my knuckles turning pale. "Not if I can prevent it." The taxi careened around a corner, slamming us against the door. The driver shouted, hang on, “ladies! I have a plan.” He made a sharp turn into a narrow alley, the tires protestin
My father's safety Caroline pov “I wish to accompany him; I must see my father, Lana. Please, listen to me,” I implored, my heart racing with anticipation, unable to determine where to begin or what to say. "No, he is not revealing anything to us. The individual seeks your attention. Let us investigate your home for your father before jumping to conclusions," Lana proposed, placing her hands on my shoulders. Suddenly, the light illuminated the room, and the man in the hoodie vanished, leaving a note on the floor nearby. I turned to Lana. "Should we retrieve it? I do not want things to deteriorate further than they already have," I said, tears welling in my eyes, overwhelmed by the situation. Lana carefully picked up the letter, squeezing it in frustration, her fist tightly gripping the paper. I watched in disbelief, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I focused on her clenched fist. "Why are you squeezing it? That could provide us with crucial inform
Lana pov… I entered my vehicle, started the engine, and drove away, tears streaming down my face as I focused intently on the road ahead. I must find a way to save Caroline; I cannot allow anything to happen to her, I stated, with a sense of calm. The drive to my home was several kilometers from the scene, with street lights illuminating the path, their yellow glow casting a dim light inside my car. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, causing my heart to race as I glanced at the caller ID and let out an exasperated hiss. I pressed the receiver button and switched to speaker mode. “What do you want? I don’t have time for this; I have other issues to address, so leave me alone,” I snapped before disconnecting the call, only for the phone to ring again. I hesitated briefly before answering. “What is it?” I inquired, this time my tone was more composed and measured. “Lana, Bryan is in the hospital and is requesting to see you. He hasn’t taken any medication or eaten anything unless he s
HIS REVENGE Author pov “Your daughter has proven to be quite the informant. Initially, she left me in prison without so much as a single visit. Therefore, one could say this is a form of retribution for me.” He spoke softly as he circled the elderly man, gently stroking his hair, causing the man to huddle in fear. His hands shook and a chill coursed down his spine. The elderly man shook with apprehension as the gentle yet piercing words struck him more profoundly than any blade. "You must understand, I have anticipated this moment for an extended period. Your daughter, my esteemed informant, has proven to be remarkably... revealing. She has shared with me the details of your concealed secrets, your valuable possessions, and your cherished family heirlooms.” “Any dealings you have with Caroline must conclude with her. Please do not torment me over my daughter's errors,” he implored, his gaze fixed on Alex, who was resolute in seeking vengeance regardless of the consequences.
Caroline pov “We’re witnessing bush babies acting like sisters, what a chaotic scene!” I chuckled and leaned in closer to Lana, whispering some wild stuff. Lana quickly nudged her head away, "Seriously, keep it down! She can hear you!” “I am not concealing anything; she has disrupted our moments. Rushing in and speaking nonsense does not demonstrate maturity or accountability.” “Some individuals need to possess a modicum of common sense.”I fell silent, observing the woman who was gently tending to Bryan's hair. "Miss, we are departing; we have matters to attend to," I stated, my thoughts drifting back to my father. I had not been overly concerned earlier, as I knew Alex would not harm my father; his focus was on me. I turned to gaze at Lana's innocent face, tears streaming down my cheeks. She is kind, and I wondered how she would react upon learning that I was responsible for the death of Alex's girlfriend. The pain is overwhelming; it was all a mistake, and she should not h
Lana pov I slid into the driver's seat, my heart pounding as Caroline got in behind me. "Caroline, you can take the passenger seat; I'll handle the driving," I said. She hesitated, her brow furrowed. "I feel a bit uneasy when you're behind the wheel," she murmured. "Why take the driver's seat when you've always disliked it? Fine, it's yours," I replied, moving to the back seat, my heart settling as I thought of Bryan, the little boy who kept asking for me. As I got comfortable, I let out a sigh, and Caroline started the engine, speeding away. My mind drifted to Alex. There was something Caroline wasn't sharing. I leaned forward, resting against the seat. "Caroline, I need you to tell me about Alex," I said softly. She abruptly halted the car. "There's nothing wrong between us; Alex is just part of my past," she answered, her voice shaky, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Lana, I don't want to hear about Alex again until we reach the warehouse he wants us to go to." With t
Author pov The gunfire rang out three times, cutting through the air. Fear gripped everyone, and they ducked for cover. "Caroline! Caroline!" Lana whispered urgently, scanning the area for any sign of her friend. When she finally looked up, she realized the place was deserted; she was alone in the building. "Caroline! Caroline!" she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls, but all she heard in return was the sound of her voice. Lana stood in the center, lost in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself in terror. Tears filled her eyes. "Where's Caroline?" she thought, her voice trembling. A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she quickly searched every corner of the room. As she searched, the silence thickened around her, wrapping her like a dense fog. Lana's breaths were shallow, and her heart raced in her chest. She shouted again, "Caroline! Please respond!" Yet, the only reply was the fading echo of her voice, swallowed by the emptiness. Then, Lana noticed a piece of