Darcy Bailey has lost everything she had. As if that loss isn't enough to punish her, she falls into the hands of a mobster to pay off her parents' debt. Darcy must do all his bidding to save her own life. Although she's suffering and humiliated, she has to survive. She needs to stay alive for her precious one.
View MoreI left the secret corridor for the master room. The scene before me was one that I had witnessed many times and had ingrained in my head well. The chamber was empty. There was no one else but the house owner, who was lying stiffly on the bed.I approached the edge of the bed with my heart pounding and my body trembling. I whispered incessantly, hoping I would find a different state. However, God wasn't on my side. The scene was still the same.The handsome man widened his eyes and opened his mouth. The culprit surprised him but didn't torture him before killing him. However, that one fact didn't ease my anger. Hayward Wyndham was a good man, undeserving of such a horrible death.I closed his eyes and shut his mouth. Dad looked more peaceful with that expression. My eyes heated up. My lips trembled, holding back tears. Lionel held my hand, pulling me to save myself. However, I resisted. I wanted to be with my father for longer.I pulled back the blanket to sleep beside him, but seeing
[Sinclair]I needed shareholders because I couldn't manage such a big company alone. They helped me when I was a new leader by buying shares, giving advice, and sharing their experience in entrepreneurship.However, I wasn't that young Sinclair Wyndham. My horizons were broad and my connections were numerous. I wasn't afraid of anyone's threats because even the biggest shareholders were replaceable. I had many acquaintances who wanted to buy shares in Wyndham Finance.Henry Swan was the largest shareholder after me. He held twenty-five percent while I held fifty-one. I agreed to some of his suggestions out of respect for him as a senior. However, his threats wouldn't deter me."I won't forbid you and the shareholders from withdrawing funds or selling your shares. I'll gladly buy them at their current value. If it's not big enough, I'm willing to add ten percent so you don't lose out," I said.“What did you say?” Henry was surprised by my response. “You don't have enough money to pay m
Bridget intended to cover my mouth with her hand, but Scott grabbed it and pulled it away from me. The woman took a step back. She glared at my bodyguard. All her protectors stood between us.I scrutinized her face. She looked uneasy after I mentioned Karl's name. What did she hide from me about the accident and the whereabouts of my husband's driver? I didn't want to believe it. Bridget and Sean couldn't have harmed their son."Don't make accusations without evidence. I can sue you for defamation." Bridget glanced at the door behind her. "If that's all you want to talk about, leave. Don't ever see me again."“I won't come if you don't interfere with my life,” I shot back.Bridget scoffed. "You're the one who disrupted our lives by flaunting your relationship with your new man shortly after your husband's death. Can't you stay out of our lives?“”You said our relationship was over. Why does everything I do have to do with you? Cullen is dead. There's no rule against me being close to
Scott took cover behind the wall near the entrance. He watched our surroundings as he pulled out his phone. I stood behind him, letting him protect me with his body.I couldn't understand what was happening. Why did Scott pull me back to the lobby and protect me? What hit the pavers earlier? People around the place glanced at us and whispered with the person at their side. Others walked on without paying attention to us.“We can't get to the parking lot,” Scott said to the person on the phone. “Oh. Good.”“What's wrong?” I asked in confusion.“We're going to the car. Rocco's out front.” Scott took my hand and pulled me out.“You haven't answered my question. What's wrong?” I strode at his side.Scott looked around us as he opened the car door for me. “We'll talk later. Hurry up and get in.” He held my head to keep it from hitting the car roof.I sat down, and he closed the door. My heart was pounding. Scott's actions were confusing. He sat in the front seat next to the driver. After h
Dad was pleased when I said goodbye. I bought his favorite food, and the warden let me give it to him. I left that place with a smile, but the visit broke my heart. I couldn't bear to see my parents suffer in prison.They weren't angels. Yes, they were cruel to people they didn't like, but they never sent anyone to beat others. They hurt with words and confronted their enemies directly, not hiding behind a hitman.The culprit was an ignorant coward. I didn't know how to find out the person behind the slanderous prisoner. I couldn't ask the warden to show me the security camera footage or bribe the culprit to confess.“Where to next?” Scott asked when we were in the car.My phone vibrated. “One second.”There was a new message from Taylor. She sent a picture of Jessica meeting a woman I knew. I scoffed. So, she paid that nanny to harm Edith? What a crazy rich woman!I copied the nanny's address and sent it to Scott's number. “Let's go there.”Unfortunately, that woman had moved. She di
[Darcy]I wore a hat, sunglasses, and a mask before exiting the car. Scott followed me to the entrance of the meeting room. I removed my head and face covering at the inspection but put it back on when the officer found out why I was wearing it.I sat down in the available chair. The place was quiet, unlike my visit on Saturday. There was only me in the large room. The door to the room opposite me was open. An officer entered and held the door open for a woman.My heart squeezed tightly at the blue bruises on the woman's cheeks. Her right eye was as red as blood, although it had faded. What prison was it? Why did the guards let another inmate beat up a prisoner every week? My mom could die before finishing her sentence.“Darcy, thank God you came,” Mom sobbed. "I thought you were angry with me and didn't want to come anymore. I'm glad to see you're okay."My eyes heated up, but I refrained from crying. Thankfully, I wore sunglasses. So, Mom couldn't see the water in my eyes. What happ
I had finished breakfast when Darcy came out of the bedroom. She wore all black. Looking at her neat appearance, she was going somewhere. That woman was stubborn. She shouldn't have gone anywhere until her face recovered.However, I allowed her. Although she was mine, I had no right to control her life. Darcy owned her life. No human being liked to be restrained, not even me. She had today off and might have plans that couldn't be postponed.“I've finished eating. Why haven't you told me who ruined my face? Hurry up and tell me,” Darcy urged.I intentionally waited for her to finish eating, so my report wouldn't make her lose her appetite. “Take your medicine. Then, I'll tell you everything.”“You've been—” she protested.“ I mean it this time,” I said.Darcy grumbled as she took the medicine out of the bag. She took one tablet and swallowed it. “Tell me quickly,” she said.“There's a dangerous substance in your powder. The perpetrator mixed it in while you were dressing up, getting r
[Sinclair]I held back my anger vigorously at the redness on Darcy's face. Someone had sown something dangerous into her mask or makeup. That woman must feel so uncomfortable and helpless. She was so frightened to see her reflection in the mirror.The doctor confirmed my guess. Her face's condition wasn't due to a food or drink allergy but the use of unsuitable makeup on her face. From the severity of her skin, harmful substances were mixed with her compact or moisturizer.I left Darcy while the doctor and nurse gave her first aid. I took out my phone from the inside pocket of my jacket. “Ask all the security guards to check Darcy's bag. Either her compact or moisturizer is mixed with a dangerous substance.“Then, have them check the dancers‘ and instructors’ bags and lockers. The culprit must be one of them. Only they know where Darcy's bags and lockers are. Do it neatly. I don't want the guests to see any commotion,” I ordered.“What happened?” Enzo asked.“Darcy's whole face is red
I scanned my surroundings, but the object I was looking for was nowhere to be seen. I wanted to check my face's condition. I could die if I lost my flawless face. Oh, God. I didn't want to be ugly like Heather.My heart pounded, deafening my ears. I held back the tears from falling from my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of others, let alone before Sinclair. The itching and burning became more intense, making me worried.“You don't need a mirror. You should clean your face now.” Sinclair took my hand. He led me out of his office.I could see my face's condition in the mirror in the restroom. My whole body trembled at my reflection. My forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and jaw were reddish, so scary. I clenched my fists against the pain.What happened? I ate the food that Sinclair bought and that the club cafeteria provided. I used the makeup that I owned, not someone else's. Nothing out of the ordinary that I did before performing.Oh. Could it be? I glanced at the mask I was holding.
[Darcy]A baby's cry greeted my return from work. I rushed to the nursery and was touched to see the tear-stained baby. I went over and hugged him. Briefly, he stopped crying and sobbed.“Do you miss Mommy? You know Mommy is coming home, but greet her with your loud voice. Why aren't you laughing? Aren't you tired of crying like this?” I asked.The six-month-old baby just rested his head on my chest. He sobbed because he had cried too much. I went back to work when he turned three months old. That was the only time I could give him my full attention.Keane was like any other baby when his mother was away, but he had a new habit. After he remembered the time I returned home, my son cried. My little one knew when I was coming home. If I were late, he would keep crying until I got home.“You can't go on like this, dear. I have meetings after working hours. I can't come home at the same time every day,” I cooed.My phone in the bag rang. The babysitter took my baby so that I could answer ...
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