“I heard you on the calls,” the man named Jared muttered, his voice gravelly with age and regret. Timothy’s curiosity surged. He studied Jared, noting the burn scars that marred his weathered skin. “What about them?” Timothy prodded, his pulse quickening with a mixture of apprehension and curiosit
The air hung heavy with anticipation as I sat cross-legged on the floor of Aria’s room, my fingers flying over her phone's screen. With a sense of trepidation, I punched in the code, my heart pounding in my chest as I delved into her photo album. Each image held the potential to uncover secrets, to
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the weight of the past bearing down upon me like a burden too heavy to bear. "She always seemed more like… a confidant, or an acquaintance," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. Lucas's brow furrowed in confusion as he processed my words. "What do you m
As I stood in the dimly lit living room, the weight of Andy's words bore down on me like a leaden cloak. The air felt charged with tension, crackling with unspoken accusations and unanswered questions. Andy's face was drawn, his eyes clouded with worry, and the creases on his forehead deepened as he recounted the news he had just given. "Evie, I don't know what to do," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I got a voicemail from my father this morning. He said that he and Mia have decided to elope." My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to comprehend the gravity of his words. Eloping…and so soon? It seemed unfathomable. "When did this happen?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief. Andy ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "I don't know. All he said was that they wanted to push things forward without complications." I exchanged a glance with Lucas, who came over and stood beside me, his expression mirroring my own disbelief. My mother had neve
Andy's face paled, and he sank into the nearest chair, his hands trembling with emotion. "That's... that's insane. Why would she do something like that?"I shrugged helplessly, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. "I don't know, Andy. Maybe... maybe Stella would have gotten in the way of her plans if she took on the family name instead."Lucas scoffed, his expression one of disbelief. "So you're saying that Mia would kill an innocent woman just to further her own agenda? That's crazy…and if she kills my father, what then? There will be a connection.”I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration coursing through me. "I know it sounds crazy, Andy, but... but we can't ignore the possibility. We need to consider every angle, especially if we want to find out the truth."Andy nodded grimly, his jaw set with determination. "You're right. We can't afford to overlook anything, no matter how unlikely it may seem."As the weight of our conversation settled over us like a
TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat alone in his cramped cell, the dull gray walls closing in around him like a vice. His mind raced with thoughts of his impending court appearance, the uncertainty of his future weighing heavily on his shoulders. But as the hours ticked by, a glimmer of hope pierced through t
He wouldn’t blame her if she decided to save face and not show up. His reputation was screwed up enough. He didn’t want her going down too. As the minutes stretched into hours, the weight of uncertainty settled over him like a heavy blanket, smothering his hopes with each passing moment. Outside
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the tarmac as we arrived at Andy's private hangar. My heart hammered in my chest as I followed him, my footsteps echoing in the empty space. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, a voice whispering in the back of my mind, questioning
"Plenty of space here,” he started. “I figured…we could easily convert this into a nursery someday." My heart skipped a beat at his words, the mere suggestion sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. A nursery—our nursery. The thought of starting a family with Timothy filled me with a sense of
As Timothy led me through the threshold, his hands cupping my eyes gently, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it—the moment we had been waiting for. Our new beginning, our haven. Duke trotted alongside us, his tail wagging in anticipation. I could sense the air th
The flight back home felt like a whirlwind, the memories of our honeymoon paradise fading into the background as the reality of returning to our everyday lives set in. But as the plane touched down and we made our way through the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thoug
"Welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Would you like to try some of our local fruits?" We nodded eagerly, and she began slicing pieces of fruit with practiced ease, offering them to us on skewers. I reached for a slice of mango, its flesh ripe and juicy beneath my finger
As the plane descended toward the island, my heart fluttered with excitement. The anticipation bubbled within me as the tropical paradise came into view, its crystal-clear waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sun. We stepped off the plane into paradise, the air heavy with the
When it finally came time to, he entered me, and my teeth clenched as I stretched around his erection. I gasped as he began to move inside me, each thrust slow and deep. The pleasure intensified until at last I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into
As the festivities of our wedding night drew to a close, Timothy and I found ourselves heading up to the honeymoon suite, drunk on love and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as we stumbled through the door, our laughter echoing off the walls. The soft glow of candlelight cast ethereal
The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixt
As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. W