KellyDavis was shot twice. Davis collapsed back again, his body hitting the ground harder than before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his hands pressing against his chest where blood was already spreading through his shirt. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his fingers clawing weakly at the wound as if he could hold the life inside him. I stumbled on the floor, holding my ears, when I lifted my head again, blood had stained my jeans, blood coming from Davis laying beside me.“Davis!” A sharp, familiar voice came through the chaos. I turned sharply, just in time to see a figure burst out of the shadows. Clara? She ran straight to Davis, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she pressed down on his wound, her face pale with panic. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?” Davis let out a low, pained groan, his body twitching under her hands. His eyes flutt
Kelly Clara’s scream ripped through the warehouse, raw and filled with fury. “CALL 911!” Her voice was hoarse, shaking with unrestrained rage as she clutched Davis. Adrian kept his gun raised, watching her carefully, but Lucian hadn’t moved. And me? I was still trying to breathe. Still trying to process everything she had just said. Davis groaned weakly beneath her, his body barely twitching. His hand, shaking and slick with blood, tried to move, reaching for Clara. His fingers barely brushed against her arm, and his lips parted, voice so faint I almost didn’t hear it. “C-Clara…” It was a whisper, but it was loud enough for anyone to hear. Clara gasped, her anger slightly faltering. She turned toward him, eyes wide with panic, pressing down harder on his wound. “I’m here! I’m right here, Davis. Just, just hold on, okay? I’ll get you out of here, I swear.” Davis’s fingers curled weakly, as if trying to hold onto her, but his movements were sluggish, his body growing l
Kelly “This is Kelly Brook on Channel 5 News,” I began, my voice steady even as my heart hammered. “Anderson Grant, America’s rising star, has filed for divorce after a decade-long marriage to Miss A, sources close to the couple confirm that this decision comes as a surprise to Miss A, who was not informed prior to the filing. I paused, panic rising. But I had to steady myself, I was on live television and nationwide, people were watching. "We’ll bring you more updates on this developing story, stay stuned!" The broadcast ended, and the moment the cameras switched off, I exhaled sharply. Peeling off my earpiece, I leaned back trying to control the anxiety clawing at my chest. Anderson wasn’t just a headline. He was my husband. My secret husband. For ten years, we had kept our marriage out of the spotlight. The world adored him, but no one knew he belonged to me. I had agreed to keep it private, thinking it would protect us. But now, I wasn’t sure if that secrecy had been
Kelly I stumbled out of the hospital, clutching my arm where I had yanked out the IV. Blood trickled down, staining my sleeve, but I didn’t care. My head pounded with the weight of too many unanswered questions. I pressed forward, searching frantically for my car. I didn’t see him until it was too late. “Whoa! Are you okay?” I collided with someone. “I’m fine,” I muttered, stepping back and barely sparing him a glance. "Are you sure? You’re bleeding,” he pressed, but I shook my head, muttering another rushed apology as I brushed past him. Taking a few glances, I spotted my car by the driveway. I slid inside, holding my wrist to keep it from bleeding out. °○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○°○° The house was eerily quiet when I pulled into the driveway, the kind of silence that prickled at my skin. My heart sank when I saw my belongings piled randomly on the front porch. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and froze. Evelyn stood in the middle of the living room—Aiden was cli
Kelly His words hit me like a slap. I gave him everything, my time, my money, my heart and he had the audacity to act as if none of it mattered? How could he be so cruel, so ungrateful? After all these years, is this how he will repay me? Before I could reply, a slow deliberate footstep echoed through the room. I froze, dread coursing through me as I turned toward the source. Lucas, Anderson’s younger brother, stepped out from the shadows of the hallway, his head cocked at an unnatural angle, and that eerie, almost childlike smile playing on his lips. “Lucas,” I said carefully, straightening my posture. He took slow exaggerated steps toward me, he looked me from my head down to my chest then back to face. “Stay back,” I warned, raising a hand to stop him. “Oh, come now,” he said, his voice slipping into a softer tone that only made my stomach churn. “No need to be so cold. I was just going to say hello.” “I’m warning you,” I said firmly, my voice louder now. “Why so
Anderson I slammed the car door shut, the divorce papers sitting on the passenger seat. I told myself this was just a formality—a final chapter in a book I was more than ready to close. And yet, as I drove, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought of her. Kelly. Was she still at the station? My hand moved to the phone on the dashboard before I could stop myself. I dialed. “Hello?” the officer’s voice crackled through the line. “I’m coming to pick up the keys Kelly Brook left. Is she still there?” “She is, but someone picked her up not long ago. I think they’re probably still around” I didn’t let him finish. I hung up and pressed my foot to the gas pedal, the engine roaring as the car shot forward. Someone picked her up? Who? A man? The thought gnawed at me, a sharp, bitter edge digging into my chest. When I arrived at the station, I spotted her immediately. My stomach twisted when I saw her standing there, but it wasn’t just her that caught my attention—it was the
Adrian I shifted in my seat, stealing a glance at her as the car came to a halt. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. She’d barely said a word since we left the scene with her ex, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. “Where are we?” she asked suddenly, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. “Oh,” I said, gesturing toward the dimly lit street. “I was trying to ask if you’d prefer being dropped at a hotel or my place” I paused suddenly realizing how offensive that might've sounded. “Not that I meant anything by it—just offering options” She nodded, then I continued. “You seemed... distracted, so I figured I'd give you time to decide.” She sighed, her expression softening. “I understand. Thanks for your help.” Before I could move, she reached for the door handle, but I leaned over, stopping her. “Allow me,” I said, slipping out and opening it for her. Once inside the hotel room, I immediately grabbed the first aid kit and gestured for her to si
Kelly The pain in my head was the first thing I felt. It was as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull. The world around me was a blur, but I could still see the sharp lines of white hospital walls. I blinked slowly, struggling to focus. My vision cleared just enough to see Adrian sitting beside me, his eyes dark with worry. “Kelly, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” he said, his voice tight, trying to mask the concern. I couldn’t make sense of anything. I was groggy disoriented. “What happened?” I whispered, my voice raw, every word feeling like it took all the strength I had. “You fainted. I rushed you here. You’ve been out for a while,” Adrian explained, his hand instinctively brushing the hair from my face. I nodded slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of my thoughts. “That woman over there,” Adrian continued, motioning to the woman standing by the window, “she’s my sister, Olivia. I called her to stay with you, incase you wake up while I'm out”
Kelly Clara’s scream ripped through the warehouse, raw and filled with fury. “CALL 911!” Her voice was hoarse, shaking with unrestrained rage as she clutched Davis. Adrian kept his gun raised, watching her carefully, but Lucian hadn’t moved. And me? I was still trying to breathe. Still trying to process everything she had just said. Davis groaned weakly beneath her, his body barely twitching. His hand, shaking and slick with blood, tried to move, reaching for Clara. His fingers barely brushed against her arm, and his lips parted, voice so faint I almost didn’t hear it. “C-Clara…” It was a whisper, but it was loud enough for anyone to hear. Clara gasped, her anger slightly faltering. She turned toward him, eyes wide with panic, pressing down harder on his wound. “I’m here! I’m right here, Davis. Just, just hold on, okay? I’ll get you out of here, I swear.” Davis’s fingers curled weakly, as if trying to hold onto her, but his movements were sluggish, his body growing l
KellyDavis was shot twice. Davis collapsed back again, his body hitting the ground harder than before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips, his hands pressing against his chest where blood was already spreading through his shirt. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his fingers clawing weakly at the wound as if he could hold the life inside him. I stumbled on the floor, holding my ears, when I lifted my head again, blood had stained my jeans, blood coming from Davis laying beside me.“Davis!” A sharp, familiar voice came through the chaos. I turned sharply, just in time to see a figure burst out of the shadows. Clara? She ran straight to Davis, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she pressed down on his wound, her face pale with panic. “Stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe, okay?” Davis let out a low, pained groan, his body twitching under her hands. His eyes flutt
Kelly The warehouse was pitch-black, the only source of light coming from the streetlamp outside. I was tired of Davis’s silly games, same pattern, same ways, all he wanted was to lure me to wherever he was and play his stupid games, and I was seriously tired of it. Sparks from the shattered overhead bulb still cracked in the distance, but everything else was still. I pressed myself against the cold concrete floor, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes struggled to adjust, but all I could make out were shadows shifting in the dark. Somewhere in the distance, my father let out a weak cough. "Dad!" My voice came out hoarse, filled with panic. "kelly," he rasped. ”I’m here"A deep chuckle filled the warehouse, low and full of amusement. He was enjoying this. "Touching," he mocked. "But how long will that last?" A click echoed, a gun being turned on. I barely had time to react before something cold pressed against the back of my head. "Game over, Kelly." I went still. I
Kelly The world had turned against me. Kate had made sure of that. I sat in the living room, staring at the television screen as news anchors dissected every word of her press conference. Every accusation. Every lie. "Did Kelly Brook manipulate her father’s will?" "Could she be hiding him?""And what about the DNA test? Is she even his real daughter?" I tightened my grip on the remote, my fingers trembling. Kate had twisted everything. She didn’t just want to take the inheritance, she wanted to get rid of me. "Kelly." Adrian’s voice pulled me back. I turned. He was standing by the window, his jaw clenched, his posture slightly dull. He had been on the phone for the past hour, making calls, pulling every connection he had. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. And then, my phone vibrated. I flinched, heart hammering. Unknown number. "Davis." A chuckle. Slow. Taunting.. "You’re running out of time, Kelly."My stomach knotted. "Where is he?" "I love it when
Kelly I had spent my entire life facing cameras. But this was different. This wasn’t a music concert nor a live broadcast. This wasn’t a scandal that would fade in a week. This was war, and the world was watching. The second I stepped outside, hundreds of voices crashed down on me. "Kelly! Did you manipulate your father’s will?" "Why are you avoiding the DNA test?" "Are you even legally entitled to his estate?" Cameras flashed, microphones shoved toward my face, the heat of the spotlights burning into my skin. I kept my face calm, unreadable. But inside? I was boiling. This was exactly what Kate wanted. She wanted me cornered. But I wasn’t going to let her win. I lifted my chin, walking up the stage, my heartbeat steady, my steps measured. Kate was already there, smug, composed, victorious. She wasn’t just enjoying this, she was thriving in it. And in her hand? Lay a white envelope. The DNA test or so…..Kate took the microphone, her expression full of fake sorrow."I
Kelly I didn’t think Kate could sink any lower. But I should have known better. The second I stepped into the house, exhausted and desperate for a moment to think. The unknown number called and Davis’s voice crackled through my phone. "You might want to turn on the news."A sick feeling twisted in my gut as I grabbed the remote. The second the screen lit up, I knew. Kate was Live on national television. While I was fighting for my life, Kate was organizing a live broadcast.She sat at a pristine white desk, microphone clipped to her expensive blouse, her expression composed, but her words? They were designed to rattle me, and it did."My father is missing. And my sister, Kelly Brook, is hiding him."My stomach dropped. Ever since I became a public figure, right from my singing days to my political career, I never mentioned to the public that I had a twin. It wasn’t public either, because Kate disowned me as her sister, and she never wanted it public either, so why now?The re
Kelly I wasn’t stupid. I wasn’t about to walk into Davis’s trap alone. But I also knew one thing, if we didn’t find my father fast, Davis would make sure I never saw him alive again. Thinking about it alone, brings me to my knees. Adrian’s grip on the steering wheel was tight as we drove through the streets. His jaw was locked, his eyes hard, watchful. “We need a lead,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice. “Something. Someone. He didn’t just vanish.” Adrian’s fingers drummed against the wheel. Then, he said.“I know a guy.” I exhaled sharply. That was all we needed. ……..The warehouse on the outskirts of town smelled like rust and gasoline. Dim lighting shined overhead, casting long, eerie shadows. And the man tied to the chair in front of us? He was shaking. “C’mon, Paul,” Adrian muttered, crouching down to his level. “You were Davis’s right-hand man for years. You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?” I watched as Adrian became a gangster while interroga
Kelly The waiting room felt like it was closing in on me. The cold, white walls. The sound of fluorescent lights. The lingering scent of antiseptic, none of it felt real. The security footage kept replaying in my head, frame by frame. A man in a hoodie. A wheelchair. My father disappearing into the night, he’s probably not covered. Adrian was pacing beside me, his fists tight at his sides. His face was stone cold, we were waiting for the police, but what would the police do more than tell us to wait. "I should've been here," he muttered. "I should've….." Then my phone buzzed. Unknown Number. My chest tightened. Before I even picked up, I knew. I answered, my voice low, shaking even. "Hello?” For a second, there was nothing. Then—a low dark chuckle. Air left my lungs immediately. That voice…..the voice I had hoped I'd never hear again. Davis….. “Hello, Kelly.” A violent shudder ran through me. Like ice crawling up my spine. My fingers tightened around the phone. "Wher
Kelly The moment I stepped into my father’s hospital room, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My heart was still hammering from the text, but at least here, inside these four walls, I felt relieved. Or so I thought. But something was wrong. Very, very wrong. The room was too quiet. The sheets on the hospital bed were too smooth. The machines that usually beep softly were off. My stomach twisted. My father was gone. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. No, that’s not possible, he was here just now. I turned sharply, scanning the room. The IV stand was still there, the pillows were still dented from where he had been lying minutes ago. I took a slow step forward, my mind racing. “Dad?” My voice was hoarse. Nothing. My pulse skyrocketed as my hands trembled at my sides. “Dad?” I called louder this time, my throat tightening. Nothing. Panic clawed its way up my chest, suffocating me. Where the hell was he? I spun on my heel, rushing toward the