Caroline pov A substance had been applied to my lips, rendering me unable to utter a word, while my legs were bound with a rope that pressed painfully into my skin. I found myself alone in a dark room, unable to endure the agony of electric shocks, my hair resembling a wild, unkempt mass. I fought against my bindings, but they only pressed harder against my flesh. The oppressive darkness enveloped me, turning each breath into a laborious task. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the room. The door creaked open, allowing a narrow beam of light to pierce the gloom. A shadowy figure stood over me, its features hidden in the darkness. "Welcome, Caroline," a deep, gravelly voice intoned. "You are quite the valuable asset." I attempted to respond, but my lips were sealed with duct tape. A wave of panic washed over me as I struggled to catch my breath. The figure extended a hand, tearing the tape from my mouth. "Water," I rasped, my voice barely rising above a whispe
Caroline pov “Release me! Where are you taking me, exactly? You scoundrel!” I groaned as I struggled to free my hands from his grasp; he held me so tightly that I could feel his fingers pressing painfully into my skin. Each moment he held me intensified the pain. I could only hope that Lana would come to my aid soon, as my thoughts were consumed by despair. Who is this man to determine my fate? What kind of love is he referring to when he utters those words? I LOVE YOU, CAROLINE. It’s absurd! I have no regard for his trivial emotions. How did Alex come to associate with this man? I could recall him clearly, yet the fact that he spoke of love left me utterly perplexed. He forcefully threw me into the car and slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating throughout the area. I curled up in a corner, trembling and wishing for a miracle to occur—whether now, later, or someday, I was simply hoping for now. As I glanced out the window, I saw him standing tall beside my door, not yet t
Lana pov It has only been three hours since we rescued Caroline from the clutches of those ruthless kidnappers, yet I find myself pondering the nature of her connection to them. My thoughts persisted as I made my way to Caroline's hospital room. She was taken to the hospital after fainting on the street where we found her and Alex. As I pushed the door open, I leaned against it, observing her as she slept peacefully. It was evident that she had not rested for days, likely consumed by thoughts of how to escape her captors. Poor Caroline; I can only imagine how her sharp tongue may have provoked the kidnappers. I chuckled to myself, acknowledging her tendency to irritate others. Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my reverie. I turned to see Jenkin. "Ma'am Lana, you have been watching Caroline for quite some time. She will recover," he said in a soothing tone, reassuring me about her condition. I nodded, determined to dispel my feelings of anxiety regarding her
Donovan pov Sarah was in a hurry. Bryan is scheduled to take the next bus to school, likely around 7:20 a.m. “Donovan, you do not have the authority to dictate what I should do with my son. Please allow me some space. The last time you interfered, you disrupted my plans for taking Bryan to school, and now you expect him to catch the next available bus? Impressive!” she exclaimed in frustration, her high-pitched voice cutting through the air from the kitchen where she was preparing Bryan's lunch. I exhaled deeply, fastening my sleeves. My gaze fell on young Bryan, who was preoccupied with his watch, struggling to secure the clasp that would keep it in place on his wrist. "Hey, little man, do you need Daddy's help?" I inquired, my lips pursed as I attempted to button my sleeves, which kept slipping off. This was one of the aspects I disliked about Sarah; she rarely assisted with such tasks when needed. "Sarah, could you assist me with my sleeves?" "No, I can't. I'm extremely busy.
Lana pov “Mrs. Lana, could you please inform the press about what or whom you have been searching for?” I exhaled deeply, my heart racing even though Caroline was leading the interview. A sense of anxiety enveloped me as if my entire existence was being subjected to ridicule. It was an overwhelming feeling. “Lana, please focus and speak clearly. I have more pressing matters to attend to, understood?” she stated sharply while preparing the camera for recording. “Why are you so serious at this moment?” I let out a sigh, quickly rising to the couch to compose myself, attempting to ease the tension in my jaw and regain my breath. I have a rather unpredictable friend who fails to treat me with the consideration I deserve simply because she works in the media. “Caroline, can you please take this seriously? I need a moment to collect myself.” Standing in front of the camera is quite daunting. I require a moment to breathe. "Caroline, please," I implored, striving to steady my racing
Donovan's Pov I know we had discussed the issues that seemed to be coming in between our relationship, or so I thought when I overheard another conversation. I just returned from the office, heading towards my room, and it appeared Sarah was unaware of my presence at home at that moment. "No, how many times are we going to keep this up? I said I'm no longer interested, stop pressuring me." My brows furrowed, keep what up? "You have to stop calling me. You know very well that I'm married, Stefan." The color from my face drained upon hearing the name. My fist tightened unto the bag in my hand. But I didn't move, no, I wanted to hear what it was that she had to say. "Stefan." She gritted out and I could imagine her jaw clenching. I looked down at the bag in my hand. I thought to make her feel loved with how much she had been complaining about Lana lately. I sighed. "Fine, where would you like us to meet?" She asked and I heard myself chuckle mentality before I strode away be
Red Satin Lana's Pov Dressed in a red satin short gown, I spun, checking myself out in the mirror. My curled hair cascaded below my shoulders accentuating my look. My cheekbones were highlighted with the little brown blush I added to my cheeks and my lips were a moderate nude pink mixed with a bit of brown color. I felt beautiful, gorgeous, and confident, and I didn't think anything could beat the feeling. I walked towards my bed before taking a champagne stiletto heels with its glimmering strings. My well-manicured hands enhanced the look of my nude-colored nails, and when I stood again, an inch taller this time, I was proud of who I was looking at in the mirror. "Damnnnn." My head instinctively turned towards the origin of the voice. It was of course it was Caroline. A smile made its way to my lips. I couldn't help it. "You're about to steal the attention of every man the moment you walk into that restaurant." "Don't start," I said, giving her a playful glare. "I'm not st
Desperate Measures Donovan's Pov No, it wasn't just me. It wasn't the fact that I was clenching and unclenching my fist when I realized how these men kept ogling her while she was completely unaware, digging her fork into the vegetable on her plate. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but every moment I set my eyes on her it was like I was getting to know her all over again. She had sides to her that I just didn't know existed when we were still together. Married. Sighing, I dug my fork into my plate. I shouldn't be recalling the past. But sometimes, I wondered if she cared about it anymore. I hurt her, badly, and I hated myself for it, for letting the best thing that had happened to me go. "So Lana. How's work?" Bryan asked, breaking the silence as he tried to stir up a conversation. Lana looked up from her plate, gaze flipping between both me and my son before she looked back at her plate once again, nodding. "I guess. It's okay." She said, chewing on her vegetables. "Dad tol