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… As the car drove on an endless trail, the night stars twinkled. Kaylar couldn't help but feel more regret over her action. Wayne's composure fueled her regret, he played it off as if it was nothing. She recalled how she bit his neck to the point of drawing blood out of his skin. She was such a terrible person, Kaylar thought inwardly. Her emotions had gotten the best of her in the car after the family dinner, and she lashed out by biting Wayne's neck. The moment the act was done, regret washed over her, realising the gravity of what she had done. "I'm so sorry, Wayne," Kaylar could not help but whisper out, her voice filled with remorse as she gazed at the small wound on his neck. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. It was a terrible mistake." "How many times are you going to apologise? I'm fine, don't get yourself worked up about it" Wayne played it off again as if he wasn't the one with the wound. Kaylar was once again silenced by guilt, and the drive continued, with
After taking her bath, Kaylar got dressed in her nightie and then lay on her bed.Laying on her bed, Kaylar thought about how fast her relationship with Wayne was progressing.It was unbelievable.Her thoughts went on and on and on, but there was no hint of sleep in her eyes.She mulled on whether she should go to Wayne's room to sleep or just lay on her bed till she falls asleep.…Wayne was surprised to see Kaylar in his room. "Kaylar, what brings you here? Is everything okay?" He asked in concern."I... um... Wayne, I was wondering if... if I could sleep with you tonight." Kaylar nervously asked.Wayne felt delighted inwardly, "Of course, Kaylar." He then said softly. "Come, let's cuddle and talk if that's what you need."Kaylar squealed inwardly as she settled onto the bed.Then Wayne wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace.Kaylar snuggled closer into his embrace. "You know, there's just something about being near you that puts my mind at ease."Her gaze remained on W
The next morning.Kaylar's eyelashes fluttered as her eyes opened slowly.She was met with the sight of Wayne looking at her with a gaze filled with love and a soft smile on his face. She blinked her eyes open, momentarily confused, before the memories of the night came flooding back. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized Wayne had been watching her sleep."Good morning," Wayne whispered, his voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "Did you sleep well?"Kaylar stretched her limbs, feeling a pleasant ache from the night's activities. "I did," she replied, her voice husky with sleep. "And you?"Wayne leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers. "Like a baby," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."Kaylar's heart skipped a beat at his words. Wayne had always been attentive and loving, but this newfound intensity between them made her feel cherished in a way she had never experienced before. She traced her fingers along
In the dining room.As Wayne poured himself a cup of coffee, he turned to Kaylar and asked "Babe, what do you feel like doing today? We have the whole day ahead of us."The endearment flowed smoothly from Wayne's mouth as if he was accustomed to it."Hmm, let's see," Kaylar said as she took a sip of milk.A light bulb lit up in her head instantly as a mischievous smile formed on her lips."We could watch some movies then we should invite Mia and Dean over for dinner tonight." "That's a great idea," Wayne commented."Yeah It is, plus, it could be a perfect opportunity to bring Dean and Mia closer. They've been dancing around their feelings for each other for ages." Kaylar's eyes lit up, as she imagined how the dinner would turn out.Wayne chuckled, knowing exactly what Kaylar was thinking. "You're up to something, aren't you? What's your plan?"Kaylar leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper. "Well, I've noticed how Dean tends to get all riled up whenever they argue about medical
Kaylar and Wayne lounged comfortably on the plush sofa in the spacious sitting room, fully engrossed in the movie which was playing on the large flat-screen television. The light from the television cast a warm ambience, which enhanced their shared intimacy. Kaylar had a contented smile on her face as she leaned her head against Wayne's shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his embrace. "You know, Wayne, I love watching movies in the sitting room. It feels more personal and cosy, don't you think?" "I couldn't agree more," Wayne agreed. As the couple continued watching, the movie unfolded a captivating storyline, which resonated deeply with them. "This movie reminds me of us, Wayne." Kaylar voiced out. Wayne lightly kissed her forehead and replied "Indeed, my love. But fate has a funny way of working its magic. Our hearts had other plans, which brought unexpected love into our lives." Their gazes filled with affection, and they became immersed in the onscreen ch
A few minutes later, A maid silently entered the room. She discreetly approached Kaylar and bowed gracefully, her voice gentle yet carrying respect as she announced, "Dinner is served, madam." Kaylar glanced up, slightly surprised by the maid's presence, but quickly regained her composure. She then stood up, a warm smile playing on her lips. "It's time for dinner everyone, let's go" As Kaylar led the group through the winding corridors, the distant clinking of silverware and the tantalising aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air. The anticipation grew as they approached a set of glass doors, behind which lay a beautifully illuminated garden. The garden, illuminated by twinkling fairy lights and candles scattered amidst colourful flowers, looked like a scene from a fairy tale. The table, elegantly adorned with fine china and crystal glassware, stood beneath a majestic old tree, its branches reaching out like embracing arms. The four-seater table beckoned them to come
… Kaylar stepped out of the sleek black Bolt car, grateful for her decision to order a ride instead of driving. The meeting was crucial, and she needed to arrive focused and composed. Paying the driver, she walked up the steps of the luxurious hotel and entered its grand lobby. As Kaylar made her way to the reception desk, a suited waiter approached her. "Ms Harper, your private room is ready. Follow me, please." The waiter led her down a hallway adorned with elegant artwork and chandeliers, eventually stopping in front of a door. With a nod of appreciation, Kaylar went into the private room. Her gaze immediately fell upon the man seated there, the general manager of Black inc, James Johnson. She extended her hand for a handshake, a professional smile on her face. As their hands clasped together, however, Kaylar felt a strange sensation. Mr Johnson's hand lingered longer than necessary, his finger softly caressing the back of her hand in an unexpectedly sensual manner. He
Swiftly, Kaylar darted towards the exit, her heart pounding in her chest. As she darted out of the room she ran into a hard surface and desperately looked up. "You are here," She said as she clung to Wayne, her breathing ragged, a mix of relief and fear still coursing through her veins, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over her. Wayne, ever the protector, wrapped his strong arms around her, providing a sense of safety and comfort. Resting his chin atop her head, Wayne's voice was filled with concern. "Are you alright, Kaylar? Did he hurt you?" Kaylar shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No, I'm okay now. But... Wayne, he... forced me to drink. I couldn't stop him." Wayne's features hardened, a flicker of anger passing across his eyes. He understood the gravity of the situation. Slowly, he detached himself from Kaylar, gently draping his suit jacket around her shoulders as a protective gesture. "Stay right here, Kaylar," Wayne instructed softly, his
Wayne left Jason's room, his mind in turmoil. The weight of his mother’s venomous words lingered, but he forced himself to focus on the present. As he stepped into the hallway, he called out to the police officers. “Get Meghan out of there,” he ordered, his voice cold and detached. Without waiting for a response, he made his way back to Kaylar’s room. Inside the ward, it was quiet, almost eerily so. Kaylar lay peacefully in her bed, her breathing steady, though her face still showed signs of the ordeal she had endured. Wayne’s mother-in-law was seated beside her, but Wayne could see the exhaustion in her eyes. “You should go home and rest,” Wayne told her gently. She looked at him with a mix of concern and understanding before nodding. “Call me if anything changes,” she said softly before gathering her things and leaving the room. Now it was just Wayne, Kaylar, and Chad, who had just entered the room. Wayne could feel the chaos in his mind, the events of the day overwhelming hi
The hours dragged on in the quiet, sterile corridors of the hospital. Wayne paced back and forth, his mind heavy with worry for Kaylar. When the doors of the emergency room finally swung open, and she was rolled out, Wayne’s heart lurched in his chest. He immediately stood up, his body tensed with anxiety. Kaylar was pale, her eyes closed, and tubes were attached to her, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. Wayne followed the gurney as it was rolled into her ward. He stayed by her side, holding her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. She looked so fragile lying there, a stark contrast to the fierce, determined woman he knew and loved. But as much as he wanted to stay, Chad’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Wayne,” Chad said softly as he entered the room, his face grim. “Jason’s just been rolled out of the emergency room.”Wayne felt a wave of conflicted emotions wash over him. He glanced back at Kaylar, her mother now sitting beside her, watching over her with the same
Before she could protest, Wayne dashed out of the building, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as he chased after Jason. The night was cool, the air thick with tension as Wayne sprinted into the darkness, his heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and fear. He knew this was the endgame—Jason had to be stopped, no matter the cost.Jason, injured and desperate, limped ahead, the pain in his leg slowing him down. He glanced back, seeing Wayne closing in, and gritted his teeth. He had always prided himself on staying one step ahead, but now he was cornered, his escape routes dwindling. As he stumbled into a nearby alleyway, he knew he had to make a final stand.Wayne burst into the alley just as Jason turned to face him, a gun clutched in his hand. There was no hesitation in Jason’s eyes now—only a cold resolve. Wayne barely had time to react as Jason fired. The bullet grazed Wayne’s shoulder, but he didn’t falter. He fired back, the shot hitting Jason squarely in the
Kaylar was dragged through the crumbling hallways of the abandoned building, her heels clicking against the dusty concrete. The men holding her were rough, their grip like iron clamps on her arms. She forced herself to stay calm, knowing that the internal tracking device embedded in her skin was still operational. Wayne would come. He had to.Jason’s men shoved her into a large, dimly lit room at the heart of the building. The walls were lined with rusted pipes and broken windows, allowing beams of moonlight to pierce through the darkness. The place reeked of decay, a fitting backdrop for whatever twisted plan Jason had in mind.Jason followed them in, his footsteps echoing ominously as he approached her. His eyes glinted with malicious intent as he looked down at her, bound and vulnerable. “You’re surprisingly calm, Kaylar,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I suppose you’re still holding on to hope that your precious Wayne will come to your rescue.”Kaylar met his gaze, refusi
Kaylar stood at the edge of the deserted parking lot, her breath visible in the cool evening air. The location Jason had chosen was far from the city—a quiet, industrial area that seemed abandoned. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only the faint glow of streetlights to cut through the gathering darkness. She checked her watch: 6:10 PM. Her nerves were frayed, but she kept her expression calm, glancing around for any sign of movement. Chad and Wayne were positioned nearby, monitoring her every move through the tracking device and earpiece she had concealed. She whispered into the earpiece, "Everything looks quiet... too quiet."Wayne’s voice crackled in her ear, “Stay alert. If anything seems off, we’re pulling you out.”Kaylar nodded slightly, trying to steady her racing heart. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited, every minute feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine reached her ears, and she turned to see a car approaching from t
The city was bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, its bustling streets unaware of the turmoil brewing behind the scenes. In a sleek, high-rise office, Jason sat behind his desk, his demeanour as cold and calculating as ever. His mind was focused, not on immediate confrontation, but on a strategy that would create chaos without direct conflict. Jason’s office was immaculate, a testament to his obsessive need for control. The room was filled with the soft hum of air conditioning and the occasional click of his keyboard as he worked on his laptop. A sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth as he prepared for the next phase of his plan. He was interrupted by a knock at the door. One of his trusted operatives entered, carrying a stack of documents. Jason looked up, his eyes narrowing with interest. “Everything is set, sir,” the operative said, placing the documents on the desk. Jason’s gaze flickered over the papers, his smile widening. “Excellent. Let’s proceed
The following days at Wayne and Kaylar’s home were filled with a delicate balance of normalcy and tension. The welcome-back dinner had been a success, and the joy of Wayne's return had infused their lives with a renewed sense of hope. Yet, beneath the surface, unspoken worries lingered.Wayne had begun to reintegrate into his daily routine, though his role in the company was still on hold. Kaylar continued to manage everything, her resolve unwavering despite the challenges. Chad's confession hung heavily in her mind, an unresolved issue that gnawed at her even as she tried to focus on her family and their new beginning.One bright morning, Kaylar found herself in the living room, her gaze drifting to the family photographs on the wall. Each frame told a story of happier times—Wayne and her smiling at various events, their
But instead of answering, Jason’s hand shot up, gripping the back of her head with a force that made her gasp. He yanked her hair back, causing her to cry out in pain, the playful atmosphere shattered in an instant."Jason! What the hell has gotten into you?" Asherly screamed, struggling against his hold. "Let me go! You’re hurting me!"Jason’s expression remained cold, his eyes void of the lustful affection he usually displayed towards her. "You think this is a game, don’t you?" he hissed, pulling her hair harder, eliciting another cry of pain. "You think you can keep playing around while everything falls apart?""Let me go, you’re sick!" Asherly shouted, clawing at his hand, but Jason only tightened his grip."Let you go?" Jason echoed mockingly. "Fine." Without warning, he stood up, still holding her by the hair, and flung her across the room with a merciless force. Asherly’s body hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop near the wall. She lay there for a moment, dazed, before looki
Wayne’s heart swelled with emotion as Kaylin began to explore his face with her hands, her fingers tracing his features with the careful curiosity of a child. She touched his nose, his lips, his eyes, all the while staring at him as if committing every detail to memory. Wayne looked up at Kaylar, his eyes filled with wonder and a hint of confusion. Kaylar just smiled, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "She’s figuring you out," she said with a soft laugh. "Kaylin, it’s dada. Say dada.""Dada," Kaylin echoed, her voice small and uncertain but filled with an unmistakable warmth.Wayne’s throat tightened as he choked back tears. He had missed so much of her life, and yet here she was, in his arms, accepting him without hesitation. "I’m back, Kaylin," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Dada’s back."He lifted her gently into his arms, holding her close as he rained kisses on her chubby little hands. The softness of her skin, the sweet scent of her baby lotion—it was all so over