"Please be fine," I prayed silently. As I reached my house, I walked from the secret passage that no one else knew about, hoping to avoid the intruder lurking somewhere in the mansion. My heart raced as I cautiously made my way through the dimly lit corridors, my senses on high alert for any signs of danger.I just hope I am not too late to save my family from whatever threat may be waiting for us inside.Inside, everything seemed normal, but a lingering feeling of unease persisted in the air. I quickly made my way to where my family was gathered, ready to protect them at all costs.I need to find Kiera and Aria, who must be hiding somewhere in the mansion. As I searched for them, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios, hoping to find them safe and unharmed. The thought of losing them to the intruder filled me with a sense of urgency and determination to ensure their safety.I made my way through the rooms, checking every corner and calling out their names in a hushed tone. The silen
''Here, eat," Kevin said as he handed me a burger."I gestured to the rope binding my wrists, indicating that I couldn't eat with my hands tied behind my back. "Untie me first."Kevin sighed, untying my hands but keeping a firm grip on them in front to prevent my escape. "Eat now."I unwrapped the burger and took a bite, feeling a mix of hunger and fear as I tried to come up with a plan to escape."Why are you feeding me if you want to kill me ?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."Just eat," Kevin replied coldly, his eyes narrowing as he watched me eat. I watched him sit close to me, feeling his presence looming over me as I continued to eat, my mind racing with thoughts of how to outsmart him and get away. "Aren't you eating ?" I asked, trying to distract him as I formulated my escape plan.Kevin hesitated briefly before muttering, "You always ask so many questions," with a mix of annoyance in his stare at me."You are lucky I'm even letting you eat," he added, a hint of menac
"Now I will take your life away from you," Kevin said. Words have been running through my mind as I struggle to break free from his grasp. I can feel the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins, knowing that this may be the fight of my life.He doesn't hurt me, but his eyes are filled with a chilling determination that sends shivers down my spine. He is blinded by the anger of our past, and I can see that there is no reasoning with him now.I am to blame for these, as I am the only reason for his anger; the pain that he felt was caused by my actions. I closed my eyes to the day when I made the mistake that led to this moment, regretting my choices and wishing I could turn back time. If only I had the courage to speak the truth, I could have protected Kevin from the pain and anger that consume him now. The weight of my guilt presses heavily on my chest as I watch him unleash his fury, knowing that I am the root cause of his suffering.I remember the day vividly when I chose to re
Kevin stared at me silently. "Believe me or not—that man, Gabriel Stewart, is hiding something. He is not what you or others think of." I could see the intensity in Kevin's eyes as he spoke, his voice filled with conviction. "There's more to him than meets the eye," he added cryptically."Kevin, please. He is my father. There must be some misunderstanding ." Kevin's expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained wary. "I hope you're right, but just be careful," he warned, savoring the food on his plate."It's delicious," he said with a smile, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that had settled between us."Very...thanks for the food," I replied, feeling a sense of unease linger in the air despite Kevin's attempt to change the subject."Are you craving something sweet for dessert?" Kevin asked, trying to shift the focus away from the tension. "I heard pregnant ladies have different cravings."I chuckled at his attempt to lighten the mood, grateful for his effort to make me fee
I heard footsteps approaching the alleyway, and my heart raced with fear, unsure if it was him or someone else. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle any sound, praying it was just a passerby. Just as I was about to peek out, a hand touched my shoulder, sending a jolt of terror through me."Why are you hiding here?" I heard a familiar voice say, and relief flooded over me as I recognized the voice of Kevin.I turned my face towards him, tears of relief streaming down my cheeks as I whispered, "Kevin." I wrapped my arms around him, grateful for his unexpected presence in that moment of fear. "I thought it was him," I confessed, feeling the tension slowly leaving my body.Kevin held me close, reassuring me that I was safe now. "What happened, and why are you hiding?" I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, as more tears escaped my eyes. "A man he tired of..." I wanted to say, but the words caught in my throat.Kevin squeezed my hand, understanding without me having to expl
KevinI stare at Kiera, who is lying peacefully on the ground with her hands still tired from each other, her head resting on a crumbled blanket, looking tired and vulnerable. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell with each breath, the rise and fall almost imperceptible. Because of me, I couldn't shake the guilt that washed over me as I realized the extent of the damage I had caused. It was clear that my actions had taken a toll on her, and I knew I needed to make things right.I leaned my head against the wall and sighed at my mistake. How can I let my anger get over me like this? How can I hurt Kiera, my cousin, and my little sister?Maybe I am like my father, a cruel bastard who can't control his temper. I pushed my head hard against the wall as I watched Kiera struggle to find comfort in her position like this.I walked to her side, untied her hand, and brushed her hair away from her face as I grabbed a blanket covering her body."Jason..." I heard Kiera mumble in her
Kevin The memories of that day still haunt me; the sound of sirens, the smell of blood, and the fear of being attacked still linger in my mind. Even after 10 years, I still can't shake the feeling of dread that washes over me whenever I think about it. And the breath that Kiera gave me still stings, the pain of her actions cutting deep into my heart. It's a wound that may never fully heal, a scar that serves as a reminder of the betrayal I experienced. If only she spoke the truth that day, perhaps the pain wouldn't be as deep. 10 years of my life were lost to lies and deceit, a decade tainted by the memories of that betrayal. Inside the bars with goons and criminals, I lived a life of constant fear and mistrust, always looking over my shoulder for the next betrayal. The weight of that burden still lingers as a heavy shadow that follows me wherever I go. And with time, I became one of them, I guess. The scars on my body have healed, but the emotional wounds remain fresh. I closed my
Kiera"Yes," Kevin said, confessing his deed without any trace of guilt."But…..why?" I asked with my heavy heart sinking into my stomach, unable to comprehend his actions."Because that was the right thing to do?" He said it without any hint of remorse, his eyes cold and unapologetic. "He was the devil, a bastard, and he deserved what he got." Kevin's words sent a chill down my spine, making me question everything I thought I knew about him.A stream of tears fell from my eyes as I realized the darkness that lurked within him, hidden behind a facade of normalcy. His confession shattered my perception of him, leaving me feeling lost and betrayed."He was my father," I whispered, my voice barely audible as the weight of his words sank in.Kevin stared at me in silence, the coldness in his eyes softening slightly as he realized the impact of his words."He destroyed my life," Kevin said, his voice filled with pain and regret. I could see the turmoil in his expression as he struggled to
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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