The plane's descent feels like a plunge into the unknown abyss, a journey into darkness with no guarantee of survival. Beside me, Timothy’s hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white with tension. We exchanged a glance, silent communication passing between us like a coded message in a war zone.
Timothy's gaze softened, a sigh escaping his lips as he relented. "There's no point in stopping you," he conceded, his tone tinged with resignation. "But let's try to be tactful about it." With a nod of agreement, I led the way, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to the penthouse sui
The steamy haze of the spa enveloped us as my mother and I stared eachother down. Soft music played in the background, the contrast almost comical as Mia’s face twisted with clear displeasure. I felt a knot of tension tightening in my stomach. This was my chance to confront her, to finally put an
TIMOTHY POV The taxi rattled along the rain-slicked streets, the glow of the city lights casting a soft halo around Timothy and Andy as they rode in silence towards their destination. Timothy's mind buzzed with nervous energy, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh as he stared out the w
The figure turned, and Timothy felt his heart sink as he realized it wasn't Kamran standing before him, but a statuesque woman with piercing blue eyes and a steely gaze. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice cold and commanding. Timothy's mind raced as he struggled to come up with a response. "
Mia swung open the door to her suite, revealing a spacious living area bathed in warm light. My eyes widened at the sight of it all—the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the elegant furnishings that exuded luxury at every turn. "Welcome to my humble abode,"
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed Mia up and down. Mia ordered a vodka soda, while I opted for something a little stronger—a shot of tequila, the burn of alcohol searing down my throat. We found a quiet corner of the club, away from the pulsating lights
As we hurried back to the hotel, panic clawed at my insides like a wild animal. Mia's arm was a reassuring anchor around my shoulders, but it did little to calm the storm raging within me. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, tossing around possibilities and fears like leaves in a tempest. "Are y