Kiera My head hurts as I open my eyes to a blindingly bright room. The throbbing pain intensified as I tried to sit up, causing me to wince in discomfort. "Good morning." I see Jason with a smile on his face, holding a tray of steaming hot coffee and a plate of toast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, instantly making me feel more awake and alert. But I shook my head. It's one of the other's acts he is using to manipulate me. I could sense a hint of suspicion creeping in as I observed Jason's overly cheerful demeanor. It made me wonder if his kind gesture was merely a ploy to distract me from something else. Doubt clouded my mind, making it difficult to fully trust his intentions. "What are you doing here?" I said, "What are you doing here?" I said it, my voice laced with skepticism. Jason's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "This is my home," he said with a smile as he sat beside me on the bed.I slightly moved myself away from him to
"I love you, and I always will." I stared at him, torn between the love I once felt and the pain he had caused. The conflicting emotions swirled within me, leaving me uncertain of how to respond."But I don't think that I could ever forgive you, Jason," I said with a trembling voice, tears welling up in my eyes. I walked away from the room, away from him."Good morning, Kiera." Mrs. Clinton smiled warmly as I entered the classroom. Her genuine kindness provided a much-needed respite from the emotional turmoil that consumed me."Good morning." I returned with a weak smile, grateful for the small moment of normalcy amidst the chaos."Mama, are you sad?" Aria said, staring at my face, her innocent eyes filled with concern.I kneeled down to her level, forced a smile, and shook my head, gently replying, "I'm just feeling a little bit down today, sweetheart. But don't worry; Mama is fine." I smiled through the pain, knowing that I needed to be strong for Aria.Aria nodded, her small hand re
God, why am I feeling so lost and confused? I've been trying my best, but it feels like I'm going in circles. I thought it was finally time to move on, with new people and new experiences, but instead, I found myself involved with the same person who hurt me over and over again. It's frustrating to see history repeating itself, and it's making me question my own judgment. I need to find the strength to break free from this toxic cycle and prioritize my own well-being. I watch Jason from across the room, talking to someone on the phone with a smile on his face. I don't think he feels any remorse for the pain he has caused me. It's disheartening to witness him seemingly unaffected by his actions while I continue to suffer the consequences. Why do I keep allowing myself to be drawn back into this destructive pattern? Is it because I still hold onto hope that things will change, or am I simply afraid of being alone? Regardless, I know deep down that I deserve better, and it's time for m
"I trust you one last time to make the right decision and bring my daughter back safely. Just please, don't let me down." Kiera mumbled as tears streamed down her face. It broke my heart to see her in such anguish.I wrapped my arms around her, and to my surprise, Kiera didn't resist my touch. She leaned into my embrace, seeking comfort and solace. It was a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she was starting to trust me again."You should take some rest," I whispered softly. "I promise I will do everything in my power to bring her back safely." Kiera nodded weakly, her tears subsiding slightly as she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of a positive outcome. With a heavy heart, I gently guided her towards the nearby couch, urging her to lie down and find some much-needed rest.She had placed all her hope in me, and I couldn't bear the thought of failing her. I am sorry for lying to you before; I had no other choice. I have to do everything to protect you from your
Am I doing the right thing by trusting Jason again? I'm not sure if I can fully trust him after what happened in the past. But I can't help myself from wanting to give him another chance."I don't like when you cry," I heard him whisper softly as he wiped away my tears. "I want to be the one who makes you smile, not the one who brings you tears. I promise to do everything in my power to make sure you never have to cry because of me again." My eyes fill with uncertainty as I weigh his words against the pain he caused me before. However, his sincerity and willingness to change give me a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, trusting him again could lead to a better future."Jason..." I wanted to say, but Jason put his index finger over my lips, silencing me."No more talking," he whispered softly. "You need to rest now. Let me take care of you." As he carried me in his arms, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to resist, to hold onto the hurt and protect myse
"Please." I took his hand and squeezed it gently, trying to convey my need for honesty and reassurance. The silence hung heavy in the air as Jason took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. Then he looked into my eyes and said, "I don't know if it's the right time to say the truth, but I can't keep hiding it from you any longer." His voice trembled slightly, revealing the weight of his confession. I held my breath, bracing myself for the truth."Liam is my only cousin, and he kept Aria for so long," Jason confessed before pausing to collect himself. His words hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me stunned and speechless. The truth I had been longing for was finally out in the open, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he had been keeping from me."Aria is our daughter," Jason finally admitted, his voice filled with a mix of guilt and regret. My mind raced as I tried to process this shocking revelation.Everything suddenly made sense—the similarities between Aria and Jason,
Jason held me tighter, his voice filled with compassion. "I understand how hard this is for you, Kiera. But I promise you, I wouldn't say this if I didn't have concrete evidence. Let me show you." "Show me…" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity. Jason gently led me towards his office. "Sit," he said, motioning towards the chair in front of his desk. As I sat down, my mind raced with questions, unsure of what I was about to see. My heart is thumping in my chest. What if whatever Jaosn is telling turns out to be the truth and changes everything I thought I knew? The weight of the unknown hangs heavy in the air as I anxiously wait for Jason to reveal the evidence that could shatter my world. Jason pulled some random documents from his drawer and placed them on the desk in front of me. My eyes darted across the pages, trying to make sense of the information before me. The tension in the room grew thicker with each passing second as if time itself were holdin
If everything I read is true, is my father truly the monster I never knew him to be? How could someone I loved and trusted so deeply be capable of such cruelty? The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, shattering the image I had of him and leaving me with a profound sense of betrayal.It can't be the truth; how I wish it wasn't. As I grapple with this newfound information, I can't help but question my own judgment and perception. Perhaps there is more to the story that I have yet to uncover, or maybe people are capable of hiding their true selves even from those closest to them. The conflicting emotions of disbelief and heartbreak weigh heavily on me as I struggle to reconcile the image of the person I thought my father was with the reality that has been presented to me."Tell me this is not the truth," I mumbled, staring at Jason, my tears blurring my vision. I desperately hope that there is some explanation or misunderstanding, but deep down, I fear that the truth is undeniable
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JASONWe drove home together, and the tension between us was palpable as we both anticipated what would happen next.“Do you think she will be angry?” Kiera asked, taking my hand in hers as we walked to the front door of the villa. I squeezed her hand reassuringly and said, “She’ll be fine. But about her anger, I can’t make any promises.” Kiera laughed, shaking her head.“I never wanted to leave without meeting her, but she was asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up,” she said as we walked towards the foyer to the living room.“She misses you so much,” I replied softly, touching her face gently. “I’m sure she’ll understand once she sees you.” Kiera smiled gratefully, leaning her head on my touch.“Daddy...” Aria’s voice chimes in from the living room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Kiera. “Mommy?” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.Kiera knelt down, opening her arms wide as Aria ran into them. They finally reunited after so long. “I hate you,” Aria said softl
JASON “Work. Let’s work then,” I said, trying to hide my amusement at her playful scolding. She finally looked away from me and back at the papers, signaling that it was time to focus on the task at hand. “I have read all the documents and made the necessary changes,” she stated firmly, her eyes still fixed on the papers in front of her. “You just need to sign the bottom of the last page.” “Fine,” I said, holding the pen in my hand and signing my name at the bottom of the last page without even caring to read what I was signing. “You should read the documents before signing them,” she said with a stern look. “I trust you,” I said, smirking and brushing my finger on my lips, walking close to her and whispering, “But if there’s anything important, you’ll let me know, won’t you?” She nodded as I put my hand around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling a sense of control and power over the situation. “What are you doing, Mr. Grey?” She said she was putting her hand on my chest. “
JASONA year has passed, but the day still seems to be a traumatic memory for me. Her last words for me still echo in my mind. I can’t shake the feeling of regret that fills me every time I think about it. Kiera. I closed my eyes as an image of her lying on the hospital bed flashed through my mind. I could still hear her weak voice saying, “I promise.” Her voice, her words, the tears, the pain. It still feels raw and fresh, like an open wound that refuses to heal. It might never heal completely—a constant reminder of the impact she had on my life. My life has a void that can never be filled. Only Kiera can fill that void, and I am lost without her. I am now standing here in the warm sun as I stare at the grave that made a great impact on my life. It was because of her that I became the person I am today. Because of her, I can have the life I have always dreamed of. I can never forget the gift of love and wisdom she bestowed upon me. No matter how much I thank her, it will never b
JASON“Kiera...” I mumbled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. I whispered, “I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”I brushed her hair, hoping that she would find comfort and strength in my presence. “You have to fight through all these for me, for Aria, for Kevin, and for everyone who loves you,” I said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. “You’re not alone in this battle, Kiera.”I feel a gentle squeeze on my hand as she is listening to words, even if she is unconscious. I lean in closer, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and continue to speak softly. “You are strong, Kiera. You can do this.” I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm and composed for her sake. “You fought for so long; there are just a few more steps to go. After the transplant is complete, there won’t be anyone or anything that can stop you from living the life you deserve.” I pause, feeling a surge of hope and determination in my own heart. “Know that I love you and always will, no mat
JASON“How is she?” I said, upon seeing Kevin standing in the hallway outside Kiera’s hospital room.Kevin sighed and ran a hand through his hair before responding, “She’s stable for now, but the doctors aren’t sure how long she will stay that way.”“Don’t worry, Marie’s parents agreed to donate her the lungs she needs for a transplant,” I said, trying to offer a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty. “Hopefully, she can make a full recovery with the transplant.”“I don’t know, man; I’m not sure if she’s strong enough to survive the surgery.” Kevin’s words crashed over me like a wave of doubt.“What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin? Kiera is a fighter; she’s been through so much already. She can handle this; I believe in her,” I replied firmly, trying to bolster Kevin’s wavering confidence in Kiera’s strength and resilience.Kevin put a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I want that too. I just can’t shake this feeling of uncertainty.”“Let’s just hope for th
JASON“Just a slap won’t be enough,” he said, his eyes gleaming with determination. “How about I give you a knife or a better gun?” he suggested, a dangerous glint in his eyes.“No….” The husband spoke firmly, shaking his head. “Maybe he’s a bad guy; maybe he’s the reason for our daughter’s suffering, but we can’t stoop to his level.” The husband spoke, holding his wife’s hand tightly.“You know that with his power and meddling, no law or justice system will be able to truly punish him,” Antonio said, his voice filled with frustration. “I am giving you a chance to do what needs to be done—to seek justice for our daughter in a way that the law cannot. Think about it,” Antonio urged, his tone pleading yet resolute.The husband and wife exchanged a meaningful glance, silently contemplating their next move. “Still, we can’t let our emotions cloud our judgment,” the wife finally said, her voice steady. “We are not bad people, nor will we stop at his level. Maria will never be happy if she
JASONI stepped inside the warehouse, following Antonio and the couple down the narrow hallway. It’s dark, with only a little light filtering in through the high windows, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air is musty and filled with the smell of old machinery and metal, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned building.The wife whispered, barely audible over the creaking of the floorboards beneath us, “These places haven’t been touched in years.”The husband held her hands tightly, a look of concern etched on his face as we continued deeper into the warehouse, unsure of what we might find in the darkness ahead.Antonio chuckled and reassured, “Don’t be scared!” as he opened a giant door at the end of the hallway. Antonio chuckled, opening a giant door at the end of the hallway. “The place gives off a dangerous vibe. Best for torturing your enemies,” he said with a sinister grin, revealing a hidden room filled with chains and tools. The couple exchanged nervous g
JASONAntonia and I stare at the couple sitting across us in their tiny space; their faces show a mixture of curiosity and confusion.“Why are you here again?” the woman asked, holding her husband’s hand. “We already told her that we couldn’t donate our daughter’s organs,” she continued, her voice tinged with sadness. The husband squeezed her hand reassuringly and replied, “We understand that our wife needs the transplant, but we can’t bear the thought of parting with our daughter’s organs. We hope you can find another solution for her.”“She is on life support,” I replied, trying to convey the urgency of the situation. “We are running out of time,” I added, hoping they would reconsider their decision. “I know that for your daughter, it was a precious gift. It’s hard for any parent to make this decision.” I said it with empathy. “I am also the father of a girl, and I know how difficult this must be for you. But with your one yes, you can potentially save multiple lives and give others