Ethan finally began to regret what he had done. He wished he had listened to Jameson. He wished he had just boarded a plane and had flown back to his home in Mexico. This was the first time was being kept as a prisoner. He had never ever entered a cell before. All this for Amanda? For love? Was he this foolish? Amanda never came to him all through his stay in the prison. It could only mean one thing. She has fallen for Colton, who knows, they probably are married now. Ethan cursed himself. He left Mexico few years ago to this city just to hustle and make ends meet for his family. New Hilton was the dream if almost everyone. It was practically the richest city in the state and in the country. Maybe in the world. Growing up as a kid, Ethan had the dream to become an Architect. He had passion for his dream, so he put all his best to make his dream a reality. Ethan was born into a poor family. He is an American by birth. His mother was Mexico and his father was an
"Are.. you okay, sir?" Amanda asked and brought back the attention of Mr. Chester. He had been staring at her for quite some time. "Oh.. um.. Yes. Yes.. I'm okay Amanda. It's good to see how big you've grown." Mr. Chester smiled finally. "Thank you sir. Sorry about your daughter. I know she'd get better soon. She's a strong woman." Amanda comforted the governor. Mr. Chester smiled and patted Amanda's back. Although, he was now fully conscious, Amanda could still sense that something was up. The wasy he never took his eyes off her was an indication. "Thank you for always being there for my daughter. And, I really sympathize with you. My heart aches for the death of your father. He was a man incompatible with any other. Wealthy and powerful and.." "Thank you sir. I'll be fine. Hopefully. I hope to manage the company at my disposal to the best of my ability and more." Amanda spoke professionally. The last time she actually saw Mr. Chester was when her mother died.
The helicopter had been flying some some time now. Colton raged with fire as he sat uncomfortably in the aircraft besides his father. "There is no way we can get past the border without being noticed. The security is freaking tight." Colton began. "What the heck are we to do then? I'd rather die than go to that fucking jail." Blake ranted. "Just shut up let me think." Colton screamed as he managed to absorb the air than sliced past his skin. Blake fumed angrily. He wished he had his legs functioning. He really wished he did. If he had working legs in his body, life would be way easier for him. His son would have some respect. Colton kept tapping his legs on the floor of the copter. "Take us through the extreme end of the border, through the mountains. We have a better chance of escape!" Colton spoke to the pilot through the headphones. "Affirmative boss! But we have a problem." The pilot said as he navigated a way using the compass embedded into the control board.
The drive to the police station was a blur one. Colton's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan to save himself and his father. He knew that the evidence against them was strong, but he refused to go down without a fight. He hissed each time he felt the harsh pains of the bruises he got, probably from the helicopter's wreckage. His father was in a separate car coming behind them. He just couldn't believe that he had been caught. What would this mean for him, for his name, his company? "Hey, you know, you surprise me Colton. I always admired you. Who would've known that you are simply a crooked twisted man?" Officer Don broke the silence in the car speaking with Colton as he stared into the mirror. Colton didn't give a reply. He really didn't know what to say. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror placedin the car. His own eyes sometimes scared him. No one, absolutely no one had seen him this way, except his dad and Beatrix. "I have to admit though, y
Jameson arrived at the police station to meet Ethan, who was still under detention. As he approached the interrogation room, he could see Ethan's face through the small window on the door. It was clear that Ethan had been through a lot, and Jameson felt a sense of guilt wash over him. He knew that he had betrayed Ethan by sharing confidential information with Colton, but he was also determined to make things right. "Hey, Ethan," Jameson said as he entered the room. "How are you holding up?" Ethan looked up and gave him a weak smile. "I've been better, to be honest," he said. "But I'm hanging in there. Honestly though, it sucks here!" Jameson laughed calmly. "What did you expect? To be caged in a paradise? Haha." He managed to force out a smile to cheer Ethan, but Ethan sensed something was not okay. "I'll kill you man. You laugh at me huh? It's hell in here. You just don't know. And what's with you? You look sad" Colton cried out jestly, then he made a serious face..
Colton was escorted to the interrogation room, where the detective, a middle-aged man with a stern look, sat waiting for him. The room was small and had only one table and two chairs. Colton was instructed to sit in one of the chairs while the detective sat on the other side of the table. The detective introduced himself as Detective Peterson and asked Colton if he knew why he was there. Colton nodded and looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with the detective. Having a wierd eye made him feel somewhat embarrased. He wondered how the detective managed to look into his eyes easily. Detective Peterson cleared his throat and began asking questions. "So, Mr. Blake, you've been charged with kidnapping Beatrix Winston. Is that correct?" Colton looked at the detective and took a deep breath. "Yes, that's correct," he replied. The detective leaned forward and asked, "Can you tell me why you did it?" Colton hesitated for a moment. He thought of framing a lie. If
The sun slowly sank towards the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the sky. As it descended, the light intensified, painting the clouds in shades of pink, orange, and deep red. The sky above the New Hilton police station was a canvas of colors, with the setting sun creating a magical atmosphere that captivated the senses. As the sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, the sky transformed into a stunning display of colors. The clouds glowed in brilliant hues of pink and purple, casting a soft, warm light that illuminated the streets of the city below. The buildings and skyscrapers surrounding the hotel were silhouetted against the fiery sky, creating a dramatic and breathtaking panorama. The air was warm and still, with the only sound being the distant hum of the bustling city below. The sky was a canvas of colors, with the setting sun casting a golden light across the cityscape, transforming the mundane into a magnificent display. The skyline looked like a majestic
"Daddy, daddy, aunt Meg." Nancy and her sister ran and hugged their father and then greeted aunt Meg. As their hands intertwined and encircled their father's legs, everywhere went silent. Zach shut his eyes and breathed in and out heavily. He missed this. Heissed his kids. It had just been a few weeks, but Zach felt like he was away from his kids, his wife, for a long long time. No doubt Zach loved his family. Everyone knew this, even grandma Lois who stood there contemplating what was going on. Megan stared into Lois's eyes, but she quickly threw them away. She could not face her. When Meg was still very little, Lois always paid her mother a visit along with little Kristien. Overtime, the two girls grew strong bond and became the bests of friends. On the night before Kristien got married to Zach, Meg kept crying, telling her not to go away. Getting married would simply separate them. While Kristien tried consoling her friend with a hug, she percieved a farmilia
"Hey babe! Come, come come. Take a look at this!" "What is it again Hun? You just got back from work. You should have rest." "Okay, you remember I dropped my application letter with Swinda Agrochem right?" "Yeah. I do. What about it? You got the job?" "Not only did I get the job, but I was given instant promotion to be the sales manager! Crazy right?" "Hold on. This doesn't make any sense. You were just employed in the biggest company in the city. And here you are saying you were given an instant promotion? Look, I think you've taken too much alcohol today. Let me put you to sleep." "Oh, you're not my mother. Don't carry me. Your hands are not that strong as a matter of fact. Alright, look at it. My employment letter and confirm for your big eyes!" He grabbed the phone from her hand and saw the read the Email that was displayed on her phone screen. "This is…possible! We're rich. Haha.. we're rich!" He said then knelt down to speak with Nancy. "When you come to this wo
"Ethan Albert!" Mr. Chester said sarcastically and laughed. "You know, being the governor of New Hilton, I highly respect and, maybe fear you! You've got some fuckin guts." He said and began to walk his way through the crowd gently. He then knelt besides Ethan's bed and smiled. Holding his hand up, he placed them on Ethan's head, probably to feel Ethan's temperature. "I wonder how you're able to escape. It's intriguing. You're alive and getting better Ethan Albert. Don't you want to meet your dear Jameson in heaven? Huh?" The governor didn't wait for a reply from Ethan. He simply stood back up, scanned the room and while everyone was yet watching, he dipped his hands in his pocket as if to pick up something. Amanda suddenly stood up. "Mr. Governor, I'd say it's best you'd leave so we avoid further complications. Ethan here has committed no crime and therefore has no charges against him. New Hilton has to hear the truth. Someone needs to say it!" She said with confide
Lois stood outside the restroom, her heart aching for Nancy. She could hear the cries and pleas from inside, the desperate longing for her mother's presence. Lois gently knocked on the door. "Nancy, my dear, please open the door. Let me in. We can talk," Lois said softly, her voice filled with compassion. But Nancy's voice came muffled through her sobs, "Go away, Granny! Leave me alone! I want Mommy!" Lois fought back her own tears, understanding the depth of Nancy's pain. She knew she had to find a way to reach her. With a heavy sigh, she took a deep breath and began to sing a familiar lullaby, the one Kristen used to sing for Nancy and Kamsi. "Hush, little one, don't you cry, Mommy's watching from the sky. Though she's gone, she's always near, in your heart, she's always here." As Lois sang, the words carried the warmth of a mother's love and the gentle reminder of Kristen's presence. Gradually, Nancy's sobs quieted, replaced by sniffles and hiccups. Finally, Nancy opene
Zach sat besides his wife crying profusely. He hated himself so much that he regretted ever getting married to such beautiful innocent woman. He just didn't deserve her. He has never deserved her. He wished Kristen would just live. Just… just open her eyes, or shake her fingers or do something. With every strength in his body that managed to control his tears, Zach pleaded endlessly to Kristen's body, begging for her just to show a sign that she was still alive. Zach couldn't just believe that his wife. His own dear wife whom he married, whom he bore 2 kids for, 2 beautiful girls for, was dead. It just.. just didn't sound right to him. Speaking of his girls, Lois finally allowed the girls to come see their mother. Kamsi and Nancy were numb. Kamsi was wailing out loudly. "Mommy please mommy! Please, just get up mommy. Look, daddy's here. Granny's here. Let's go to the beach. Please mommy!" Kamsi kept crying refusing to succumb to any of Lois's kind words. Nancy on the ot
Ethan's words echoed through the airwaves, carrying the weight of his harrowing experiences. The revelation of the governor's sinister actions sent shockwaves through the hearts of those who listened. In his passionate plea for justice, Ethan recounted the governor's desperate attempts to conceal his secrets. He spoke of the hospital attack, where he, Amanda, and Adrian had visited Beatrix, the governor's daughter. Adrian, who possessed vital information, had been living in hiding, constantly evading danger. The room fell into a heavy silence as Ethan shared his own abduction at the hands of the governor, accompanied by Colton and his father, Blake. He described the intense torture he endured, the threat to his very life. In that dark moment, it was the courage and intervention of Officer Don and Detective Ryan that saved him from the brink of death. His voice carried a note of urgency as he addressed the listeners, his words resonating with a mixture of concern and determin
Colton's anger surged like a tempest within him as Ethan's words struck a nerve. He couldn't fathom how this man, whom he had meticulously planned to eliminate in that caravan, now stood defiantly before the world, exposing their darkest secrets. His fists clenched in a mix of frustration and disbelief. In his office, Blake shared in his son's astonishment. His mind raced to comprehend the implications of Ethan's survival. He reached for the telephone, intending to call Colton and discuss the unfolding crisis. However, before he could dial the number, the phone rang with a shrill urgency, revealing the caller ID: Mr. Chester, the governor himself. Fear gripped Blake as he hesitantly answered the call. The voice on the other end was filled with seething rage and menace, unmistakably that of Mr. Chester. The governor's furious words lashed out at Blake, threatening him and Colton with a slow and agonizing demise. Mr. Chester seething with anger spoke "Blake, you spineless fool
As Don declared that it was time for Ethan to go live, the room fell into a hushed anticipation. The cameraman swiftly set up his equipment, positioning the camera, laptop, and microphone before Ethan, ready to capture every word he would speak. Taking a deep breath, Don looked at Ethan with a mix of encouragement and urgency. "Ethan, now is the time," he said firmly. "Tell the world everything you've faced, everything you've seen. The governor can no longer hide." Ethan nodded, his heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and determination. He knew that this moment would change everything, that the truth had to be exposed. With a steadying breath, he turned towards the camera, knowing that his words would reach millions of people across social media platforms, billboards, and TV shows. "Greetings, everyone," Ethan began, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and strength. "I was just a lowly boy who left Mexico in search of greener pastures in New Hilton City, known as t
As they continued their conversation, a gentle knock interrupted their discussion. Catherine hurried to the door to see who it was. Outside stood four men, dressed in heavy attire that concealed their faces, as if they were secretive workers who preferred anonymity. Curiosity filled the room as Catherine let them in, recognizing their true identities. Once inside, the men shed their elaborate garments. The first man was Officer Don, followed by Detective Ryan. The third man introduced himself as Adrian, while the fourth individual appeared to be a cameraman, equipped with a laptop, camera, and microphone, as if prepared to interview Ethan. A mixture of emotions washed over everyone, as they were overjoyed to see Don and Ryan. Catherine couldn't contain her excitement as she looked at Don. "Don, it's been so long! We've missed you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth. Don smiled warmly at Catherine. "I missed you too," he replied, his eyes reflecting a m
It was a beautiful morning, and Ethan sat upright on the hospital bed, surrounded by Amanda and Beatrix. The room was filled with a sense of relief as Ethan had regained consciousness, marking a significant step forward in his recovery. Engaged in a friendly conversation, the three of them shared a moment of warmth and joy. Amanda's love for Ethan radiated from her every glance, her heart yearning for his complete recovery. She had missed him immensely during his ordeal and cherished every precious moment they could now spend together. Among them was Catherine, Amanda's Chief Operating Officer, providing support and offering her presence in this pivotal moment. The camaraderie in the room was palpable, a testament to the bond they shared. Curiosity sparked in Ethan's eyes as he observed Amanda's changed appearance. He noticed a slight weight loss and signs of exhaustion etched upon her face. Concerned, he asked, "Amanda, you look a little slimmer. Have you been goin