Meanwhile, Dean, having returned home, lies sprawled on the floor of his penthouse, succumbing to the numbing embrace of alcohol.In the weeks that have elapsed since he learned of Kaitlyn's tragic fate, Dean, a man of considerable influence, spared no effort in scouring the city in search of her. However, his pursuit yielded only a disheartening discovery – a city surveillance video capturing Kaitlyn limping towards the sea, ultimately disappearing beneath its depths.With authorities closing the case and deeming it a suicide, the absence of a recovered body added another layer of torment to Dean's anguish, leaving him ensnared in a labyrinth of unanswered questions and unresolved grief.Dean, disheveled and inebriated, was interrupted by a knock on his door. Abby, his secretary, cautiously entered, concerned about her boss's state. "Where's Trina? I asked for her, not you."Dean, disheveled and clearly inebriated, glared at Abby, his secretary, demanding an explanation."I'm sorry,
He came into her, withdrawing slowly and removing the belt. "Sarah!" He called out to his housemaid, who responded and came to unlock the basement door. The old woman, seemingly accustomed to such occurrences, looked down at the woman before her with a sense of pity."Handle her. Take her to one of the rooms upstairs, bathe her, then tie her up again," he commanded, giving a warning look to ensure Jane remained under close supervision.He adjusted his appearance and left the basement first.Sarah approached Jane with sympathy, gently fixing her dress and removing the gag. Jane gasped for air as the older woman spoke, "Oh dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." Sarah then helped Jane to her feet.Jane walked, limping and hissing in pain. Though she remained silent, a flood of words filled her thoughts. 'god... Have I still not paid my sin enough? If that is so, then break my will, and then I will know that I've paid it completely.' Tears streamed down her face once more.Sarah car
Jane wished she could utter, "Yes, I am. But you need not worry. This is not yours. You can keep going with your punishments," but refrained, unwilling to add lying to her sins. Instead, she asked Dean, "If I were pregnant, would that change anything?" with a hopeful undertone.Dean, momentarily taken aback by her question, pondered, 'Ah. Would it change anything? The fact that it cannot bring back Kaitlyn, then no. It won't change anything.' Jane, aware of his unspoken response, smiled and continued descending to the basement, seemingly accepting her fate and martyrdom.Observing her disregard for his words, he hurriedly approached and halted her."But are you pregnant?" he demanded, his grip on her arm intensifying, leaving a bruise in its wake.Jane, still uncertain, cast her gaze downward. She harbored a lingering desire to win him back and secure her unborn child's right to be acknowledged by its own father."Yes, I have been pregnant when you decided that you did not want me aft
Jane wished she could utter, "Yes, I am. But you need not worry. This is not yours. You can keep going with your punishments," but refrained, unwilling to add lying to her sins. Instead, she asked Dean, "If I were pregnant, would that change anything?" with a hopeful undertone.Dean, momentarily taken aback by her question, pondered, 'Ah. Would it change anything? The fact that it cannot bring back Kaitlyn, then no. It won't change anything.' Jane, aware of his unspoken response, smiled and continued descending to the basement, seemingly accepting her fate and martyrdom.Observing her disregard for his words, he hurriedly approached and halted her."But are you pregnant?" he demanded, his grip on her arm intensifying, leaving a bruise in its wake.Jane, still uncertain, cast her gaze downward. She harbored a lingering desire to win him back and secure her unborn child's right to be acknowledged by its own father."Yes, I have been pregnant when you decided that you did not want me aft
Lucas gazes at Kaitlyn, questioning, "What's on your mind?""I was just... wondering," she hesitates."Is Zeke Castellan..." Before she can complete her sentence, Lucas abruptly steps closer, his teeth gritted."Yes. That cursed old man is my father," he responds with intensity, causing Kaitlyn to flinch in fear."You're... Dean's brother?" She inquires, growing more apprehensive as she retreats, eventually pressed against the wall."He'll never be my brother. That wretch," Lucas seethes, startling Kaitlyn. Quickly realizing her fear, he apologizes, "I'm... sorry. I was just so angry."She awkwardly coughs in surprise as he sits at the chair beside her."Here," Lucas suddenly places a golden locket on the table.Kaitlyn gazes at it with curiosity and then shifts her attention back to Lucas."What's this?" she inquires."A locket, obviously," he responds with a hint of sarcasm."Yeah, I know that, but...""Open it," he instructs, cutting her off. She complies, revealing a seemingly old
Kaitlyn was awakened from her slumber by a gentle tap on her shoulder. She stirs, emitting a soft moan, and yawns before her eyes snap open at the sound of a girl's giggles. With a quick, abrupt movement, she sits up."Good morning, miss! The young master told me to wake you up! You have an appointment today!" The lively teenage girl, dressed in a maid's uniform, informs her.Still a bit dazed from waking up, Kaitlyn replies, "Ah, yes. Thank you for waking me up.""I'm Jenny! I was assigned by the young master to help with your preparations," she adds, prompting a nod from Kaitlyn, who is still trying to shake off sleep."I'm awake! I'm awake!" Kaitlyn blurts out suddenly."Did you have a good night with the young master last night, miss?" Jenny teases, raising her brow with a hint of suspicion."What? We did not do anything!" Kaitlyn defensively responds."Oh well, I'm rooting for you, miss!" Jenny pauses, checking the door to ensure no one is coming before whispering, "I've never se
Kaitlyn, shocked by the sudden grab, turned to see Kyle. His presence was unexpected and brought back bitter memories she wished to forget."Kaitlyn, you're alive! Thank God! I... " Kyle began, but Kaitlyn cut him off, acting indifferent.Lucas observed from a distance, choosing not to intervene, curious about how Kaitlyn would handle the situation."I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Kaitlyn's words hit Kyle like a sting. His disbelief was evident as Kaitlyn pulled her arm away."What?" he asked in disbelief."You might've got the wrong person," she awkwardly stated, distancing herself."You are Kaitlyn! You... You might've changed a bit, but you are still Kaitlyn! You're the woman I love... Please don't play games on me, Kaitlyn..." Kyle pleaded, on the verge of tears, feeling as if the woman he loved was denying their shared memories.His words affected Kaitlyn, but she remained composed and headstrong. As Kyle attempted to reach for her cheek, Lucas swiftly intervened, addressing Kaitlyn
After arriving at the hotel, Lucas and Kaitlyn went to their room. Kaitlyn, feeling tired from the journey, quickly fell asleep on the comfy bed.Lucas, finding it amusing, gently took off Kaitlyn's sandals and adjusted her on the bed. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and left the room quietly. Some of his men stayed to watch over Kaitlyn while the others accompanied Lucas.Driving to the demolished slums where he used to live, Lucas got out of the car and looked around. He wondered where the people who lived there had gone. Walking up to the demolition team, he asked about the displaced residents."Excuse me," Lucas said politely but firmly. The men bowed in respect."Hello, sir. How can we help you?" one of them asked.Lucas wanted to know where the slum people had been relocated. Unfortunately, the response revealed they had no idea."You don't know?" Lucas shouted in frustration. In his anger, his fist found its way to the man's face, making him stumble and fall back. His men quick