Kelly The weekend was meant to be relaxing, a rare opportunity for Harper to unwind after her first week at her new school. Adrian had suggested taking her to the park, a routine we created after Harper turned 1. He had appointments lined up for the day, leaving me to enjoy some quiet time with Harper. We arrived at Willowcreek Park around noon. The air was crisp, and laughter echoed from the playground. Harper's eyes lit up as she dashed toward the swings. I smiled, following her with measured steps, enjoying the sight of her carefree happiness. “Mommy, push me higher!” Harper’s giggles pulled me back to the present. I obliged, pushing her gently as she squealed with joy. “You’re getting so strong, Mommy!” she teased, making me laugh. But that laughter faded the moment my gaze landed on a figure near the sandbox. Aiden. He wasn’t alone. Evelyn was with him, looking as polished as ever in a beige coat and dark sunglasses. My breath hitched. My instincts screamed to grab Harper
Kelly The warmth of Adrian’s family home always made me feel welcome, even though every time I stepped foot in it, a slight feeling of unease gripped me. Still, it was nice to be here with Harper—she had grown fond of her grandfather and grandmother over the years, and today seemed like no exception. The dinner table was warm, filled with the smell of rich food and the gentle hum of conversation. Adrian's family had invited us over for a quiet Sunday gathering, something they did every now and then. Harper as usual was her lively self, showing off her drawings to anyone who would listen. Olivia, Adrian’s younger sister, was animated as always, discussing her latest project at work. “Mommy!” Harper’s voice broke my thoughts as she dashed toward me from the living room, her little legs carrying her with excitement. I smiled, picking her up and planting a kiss on her cheek. “What is it, sweetie?” “I’m going to show Grandma my drawings!” she exclaimed, holding up a colorful stac
AndersonI stand at the edge of my office, my eyes fixed on the skyline outside, Washington DC never sleeps, but tonight, neither do I. I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The tension in the air is suffocating, and it’s all because of one woman: Kelly. She’s always been a challenge, and I’ve always thrived on challenges. But this... this is different. When I first met her, she was a simple girl eager to prove herself. She’d been that way, naive in the way she believed that her ambition alone could make her untouchable. It wasn’t her fault. She’d been too trusting, too willing to believe in people, even someone like me. And I took advantage of that. It was easy back then. I had the power, the influence, and Kelly had nothing but her name. But now? Now, she’s not that girl. I hate that I’m forced to admit it, but Kelly has evolved into something far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined. She’s smart—too smart, and she knows exactly how to play the
Kelly The sound of my phone buzzed on my desk as I sat there, flipping through paperwork. My mind was elsewhere, focused on the clothing line I had launched recently. It was an investment, but to Anderson it must've looked like a rebellion. It was a proof that I was more than just the congresswoman everyone expected me to be. It was my way of showing my independence, but more importantly, it was for Aiden. I had plans. I wanted his adulthood to be smooth, it was my way of filling my absence for all these years. I had thought Anderson might try something, but I never imagined he’d stoop to this level. The rumors were circulating like fire, each one more damaging than the last. The fashion line I was building had started gaining some real attraction, but Anderson, ever the manipulator, decided to sabotage that. False rumors spread about the quality of my clothes, and whispers about how I was mismanaging my staffs flooded the industry. It was no longer just personal, It was now my b
Kelly I could feel the weight of Ava’s words, the sharp implication behind them. She was taunting me, and she knew it. She had always known exactly how to get under my skin, even years ago. She knew the torment I had been through with Anderson and her mother, and now she was trying to pull me back into that dark place. For a moment, the urge to leave washed over me. I wanted to walk away from this table, from this meeting. But I stayed, I couldn’t let her see me rattled. Not after my years of rehab, after everything I had done to move on.Susan glanced at me, her warm eyes laced with concern. She sensed the tension, though she didn’t seem to understand its source. She tried to smooth over the awkwardness with a soft smile. “How have you been, Kendra? I mean how’s work?” Susan asked, tilting her head with genuine curiosity. “I’ve missed you. It’s been way too long since we’ve had a proper catch-up.” Her words caught me off guard, pulling me from my thoughts. Forcing a small smile,
Kelly Sliding into the driver’s seat, I exhaled sharply, my pulse hammering in my ears. Clara's SOS call had been hideen yet urgent enough to drag me out of an already chaotic day. My thoughts raced as I sped toward the office, each scenario more unsettling than the last. What could have possibly happened to warrant such a desperate call? Arriving at the building, I ascended to the third floor, the familiar scent of polished floors and light coffee filling the air. But as I stepped off the elevator, chaos greeted me. A man’s voice thundered through the hallway, demanding to see someone. “Kendra Lewis!, tell her I must see her or else I will keep disturbing" My stomach dropped as recognition hit me like a train. Anderson! What does he even want from me now? The guards were holding him back, with Clara nervously attempting to intervene. The moment they saw me, their collective tension eased. "Ma'am," Clara said, breathless, "we tried to stop him—" "It's fine," I cut her
Kelly The clock on my phone glowed, a glaring 11:15 PM as I staggered out of the office, mentally drained and physically exhausted. The chaos of the day had left me disorganized, and all I could think about was collapsing into the comfort of my bed. Olivia had already messaged me earlier, confirming she’d pick up Harper and bring her back in the morning, so I didn’t have to worry about being a mother tonight. I unlocked my apartment door and stumbled in, the weight of the world on my shoulders. I barely even kicked off my heels before I let my body fall onto the king-sized bed with a thud. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. My mind kept replaying Anderson’s words: ‘It’s not over, Kelly. I will come back for you.’ The haunting threat repeated in my mind like a broken record. What did he mean by that? Was he planning to reveal my past, my identity to the world? I couldn't even process it all, too much had happened, and the pieces of my life still didn’t seem to fit together. I c
Clara The office was unusually quiet that morning, save for the faint sound of keyboards and the occasional ringing of phones. I sipped my coffee, already feeling the weight of the day ahead. Kelly had texted me late last night to let me know she was taking the day off—a rare occurrence. As her assistant, I knew how much she hated leaving things unfinished, but even she deserved a break after the chaos of the past few days. I had just started reviewing the new marketing materials for her upcoming clothing collection launch when my phone buzzed on the desk. A notification from one of the celebrity gossip sites lit up the screen. My stomach dropped. I clicked the link, and there it was, a fabricated clip of Kelly at a restaurant, pushing a girl away in what looked like a heated moment. The headline was sensationalized, painting Kelly as rude and out of control. The replies under the post were worse: “Typical diva behavior.” “Always knew she was fake.” “Isn’t this the same woman w
Kelly I stared at the message, my fingers trembling. The words blurred together as my mind raced, imagining every horrible scenario Aiden could be enduring. I could almost hear his small voice calling for me. ‘Meet me alone. Tonight. If you want your son to live’ A message popped up as I wiped my tears that was already streaming. Every inch of me screamed to act, but the fear of making the wrong decision paralyzed me. Aiden was counting on me. This was my chance to bring him home, and I couldn’t fail him. “Kelly, no,” Adrian’s voice broke through my thoughts. He had read the message over my shoulder, his face pale. “You can’t go alone. It’s too dangerous.” I stepped back, away from him. “This isn’t your decision to make, Adrian. I’m his mother. I’ll do whatever it takes.” “You don’t have to do it alone,” Anderson interjected, his tone firmer than I’d heard in years. “We can handle this together. Let me come with you.” I turned to him, my anger flaring. “Together? Like w
Anderson Kelly was pacing every inch of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her determination burned through the chaos like wildfire, her focus entirely on Aiden. Even now, with everything crumbling around us, she was still the same woman I’d fallen in love with—tenacious, selfless, and extremely beautiful. And I had destroyed her. I sat on the edge of a worn leather chair, my hands clasped in front of me as guilt and regret consumed me. Evelyn, my mother had betrayed me. Kate, the woman I thought I could trust, had used me. But Kelly… she had never betrayed me. The realization hit me like a blow to the chest. Kelly had been the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’d thrown it all away. I chose loyalty to my mother, blind faith in Kate, and a web of lies over the one person who had stood by me. I’d failed her as a husband, as a protector, and now as a father. I swallowed hard, my voice barely audible. “Kelly…” She stopped pacing and turned to me, her
KellyI followed Adrian through the dark streets, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and dread. His earlier phone call had been short, but the urgency in his tone was unmistakable. He thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t about to sit back while Aiden’s life was in danger. He turned towards an alley and disappeared through an unmarked door. I hesitated for a moment, swallowing my fear, before slipping inside after him. The air was heavy with the scent of damp concrete and stale cigarettes, and muffled voices echoed from somewhere below. Keeping to the shadows, I crept down a narrow staircase, my steps careful. Adrian’s voice filtered through the air, sharp and desperate. “Give me more time,” he pleaded. “I’ll resign after this is done, I swear. But I need to get my son back first.” A deep, gravelly voice responded, dripping with condescension. “Time? You think Boss is the kind of man who waits? You’re either in, or you’re out. And if you’re out, you’re as good as dead.” I f
AndersonI followed my mom into the dimly lit restaurant, staying far enough behind to avoid suspicion. The private dining room she entered was shielded by frosted glass, but I could see her silhouette as she sat across from a man I recognized immediately: Davis. The man who had turned my life into chaos. There was no doubt Davis took Aiden. I clenched my fists, my pulse racing as I debated my next move. Every instinct screamed at me to storm in, to demand answers, but I couldn’t risk tipping myself off. Not without knowing what my mom had to do with all Aiden disappearance.I slipped into a booth near the back, my line of sight angled to catch glimpses of their conversation through the glass. My mom leaned forward, her voice just loud enough to carry over the low murmur of the restaurant. “You shouldn’t have taken the boy,” she said, her tone sharp and accusatory. Davis shrugged, his lips curling into a smirk. “You made this mess, Evelyn. I’m just cleaning it up.” She slamme
Kelly “Who is he?” I asked, my voice cracked as I stared at the grainy image Olivia had handed me. Her expression was cold and unyielding, her lips twisting. “I don’t know, but I think he’s the key to finding Aiden.” The photograph trembled in my hands, my vision blurring as fear tightened its grip on my chest. Aiden’s face, pale and tear-streaked, was in the background of the photo, and the man standing in front of him was a stranger. A tall figure, his face partially scarred, but the malice in his posture was unmistakable. “Where do we find him?” My voice barely audible. Olivia glanced at me, then to Lucian, who stood a few steps away, watching us intently. “I don’t know yet,” she admitted, but her tone carried the weight of determination. “Kelly,” Lucian said, stepping closer. His voice was calm, but his eyes were firm. “We’re going to get him back.” I wanted to believe him, to hold on to the small hope his words offered. But the heart wrenching guilt in my chest wou
KellyThe call from Anderson had shattered the little thread I was holding onto. Aiden, my sweet, innocent Aiden, was missing. Panic clawed at my chest as I paced around the house, unsure of what to do. Adrian was making calls, organizing a search, but I couldn’t stand still. I needed to act. “Kelly, stop,” Adrian said, his hand on my palm. “We’re doing everything we can. Just stay here.” I shook him off, unable to contain my panic. “You don’t understand. I can’t just sit here! What if something’s happened to him? What if—”“Kelly, I know. I’m scared too,” Adrian said, his voice strained. “But we can’t make any rash decisions. We need to think this through.” I looked at him, eyes wild with fear, and then I bolted for the door. I didn’t care what Adrian thought; I had to find Aiden. I needed help. .The police station was busy when I arrived. Officers were running in and out, but none of them seemed to take much notice of the frantic woman pacing back and forth in front of the
KellyThe tension in the house was suffocating. Adrian had been distant ever since Olivia’s arrival, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Every word Olivia said seemed to carry a hidden meaning, like she wanted me to know something but she wouldn’t just say it.I found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his phone in hand. He looked up as I walked in, his face guarded. “Adrian,” I said, crossing my arms. “We need to talk. Now.” He sighed, setting his phone down. “I figured this was coming.” I stepped closer, my voice low but firm. “Why does Olivia seem to know more about your past than I do? What is this connection to Davis that she keeps hinting at?” Adrian stiffened, his jaw tightening. “Kelly, it’s... complicated.” “No,” I snapped, cutting him off. “It’s not complicated. It’s your family. It’s your life. And it’s my life too, Adrian. I deserve to know what’s going on.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “You’re right. You do. But it’s not some
OliviaThe weight of everything pressed heavily on my chest as I walked into the police station. Every step felt like a declaration of defiance. I had promised myself I would get answers, no matter the cost, and now I was here, ready to put my cards on the table. The station was bustling with phones ringing, voices raised, officers moving purposefully from desk to desk. My resolve nearly faltered, but then I saw him. He stood near the far end of the room, his uniform tailored to perfection, radiating a calm demeanor. His presence demanded attention, though he wasn’t speaking. I caught myself staring. It was as though everything else faded, leaving only him in focus. Hid name wasn’t spoken until one of his colleagues called out, “Lucian, got a second?” The sound jolted me from my thoughts, but not enough to ignore the way my heart fluttered. “Excuse me,” I said, approaching cautiously. His sharp blue eyes moved to me, and I felt as if he could see right through me. “Yes?” he
AndersonThe streetlights blurred as I sped through the quiet roads, gripping the steering wheel tighter with each passing mile. Mom’s words replayed in my mind, every word digging deeper into the pit of my anger. ‘She had a past, Anderson’ Betrayal. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and now it was coursing through my veins, poisoning every thought. My own mother, complicit in a web of secrets that I was only now unraveling. Kate, the woman I had loved, had kept her connection to Davis hidden from me. How could they both do this to me? I pulled into the parking lot of ‘Cucina Italiana’, Kate’s newest restaurant venture. The soft glow of the sign above the entrance seemed mocking, it brought back memories of our stay in Italy.The moment I stepped inside, the rich aroma of Italian herbs and freshly baked bread greeted me. The restaurant was quieter than usual, a few diners scattered across the tables. Kate was by the open kitchen, speaking with her staff. Her eyes met mine, and I