I stood frozen, my legs trembling beneath me, unable to bear the heavy ache in my chest. My body felt numb, yet my heart pounded violently against my ribs. The world around me faded, leaving me lost in the overwhelming pain that tore through my soul.I glanced at Damien, who was watching me from the corner of his eye, rubbing his palms as if savoring every bit of my pain, a sly grin settling on his face.My fingers curled into trembling fists as anger, pain, and sorrow filled my body, making it hard to breathe.Driven by desperation, I grabbed his collar, my entire body trembling with rage. “ I want answers, Damien. Where is my child?” I demanded, my voice filled with agony.Damien raked a hand through his hair and muttered, “Find him if you can.”"Oh, my son! My Liam! What have you done?" I wailed, hot tears streaming down my face and soaking into the fabric of his shirt. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the material, as if holding on to him could somehow bring back my child.
My breath hitched.The room began to spin.I took a shaky step back, but before I could put more distance between us, Damien grabbed my wrist tightly, yanking me forward. Pain shot up my arm, but I refused to wince.“What’s the matter?” His voice was soft, taunting.“You’d do anything for your son, wouldn’t you? Or maybe… maybe you’re willing to risk his life just to keep that precious pride of yours intact?”The mere mention of my son’s name from his lips sent a cold wave of fear through me. It stole my breath, sinking deeper than any hatred I had for the man standing before me. It was the kind of fear that gripped my soul, turned my blood to ice, and made my heart slam against my ribs.Because Damien wasn’t just cruel—he was calculating.He didn’t need fists to break me; he knew exactly where to strike. And worst of all, he enjoyed it.I gritted my teeth, my body tense with anger and disgust. “You’re playing a sick game, Damien.” My voice wavered, showing just how much his words wer
I felt the walls closing in as my legs gave out. I collapsed helplessly onto the cold floor and forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working. My chest tightened; my Liam was in danger. Deep, deep danger. I wondered what he must be going through. He had probably cried his eyes out And I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to hold him tight in my arms, to protect him, to wipe away his tears. Was my baby crying? Was he calling for me, his mama?My baby. My beautiful boy.“Liam…”I wanted to hold him so tight that he’d feel safe again. But I was stuck here, helpless. The thought of my baby, crying in fear with no one to hold him, broke me into a million pieces.Damien smirked, folding his arms as he watched me struggle with my emotions."Oops, you’re looking ragged already," he mused, tilting his head. "Baby girl, time isn’t on your side—you should know that."I stood up, forcefully wiping my tears away.“You just have seven hours left to save your son's life, Myla.” He leaned in, his voice
I didn’t feel the laptop slip from my fingers. I didn’t feel any pity or remorse as I raised it again and again. All I felt was anger—hot, burning, consuming anger.Damien’s screams filled the room, but I barely heard them. His face, smeared with blood, blurred before my eyes. My own ragged breaths were so loud, so heavy, that I could barely hear his weak, broken, pathetic pleas.“Mylaaaaa… stop… stop! You’re hurting me…”“HURTING YOU?!" I spat, slamming the laptop against his forehead again. "You wanted me to kiss your cock, huh? You sick, vile bastard!" My voice shook with anger, and my hands trembled, but I didn’t stop.His body jerked with every strike, his hands weakly trying to protect himself as blood trickled down his temple, seeping into his hair and staining the floor beneath him. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.“You think you can do whatever you want and walk away untouched?” I hissed, pressing the edge of the laptop against his skull, watching his eyes widen in sheer terro
I had to finish this—once and for all. My heart pounded like a war drum as I prowled toward him, my hands clenched into tight fists. I had come too far, crossed too many lines. And now… now, I realized I had done too much.A tight knot formed in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My hands were sweaty. How the hell was I going to get out of this?Then suddenly, Damien’s phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.The sharp vibration shattered the silence, making my whole body tense. Panic gripped me—the kind you feel when you've been caught red-handed. And, of course, I’d done worse. Much worse.I let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over my face before forcing myself to glance at the screen. The moment I saw the name flashing, I froze. It was that devil, Sophia. My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the call, pressing the phone to my ear. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. The thought of changing my voice crossed my mind, and I steeled myself to do it so Sophia would
My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.Oh God… oh God…The sudden sound of footsteps made me freeze. They were slow, creepy, and heavy, growing closer with each step.I shut my eyes tight, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt like something was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.I’ve been caught… oh God, I’ve been caught. I’m going to jail. My son… Who will save my Liam?My throat tightened as panic filled me, cold and heavy. Every second felt slower, and my heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears.Then, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of me.A shadow loomed over me, and my heart froze. I felt the presence before I saw it.I braced for the worst.But instead of the cold grip of the cops, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Hey, babes. Let’s clean this mess up."My eyes flew open.Cynthia.Cynthia.My eyes widened in shock. Cynthia stood in front of me, her lips curved into the faintest smirk I knew she could make, and her gaze was sharp and fa
" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth
I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
Oh, shit. My heart pounded like a war drum. Before I could react, Cynthia yanked me down with her, making me slide off the chair in one sharp movement. My back slammed against the cold wood of the desk, breath hitching as we pressed ourselves against it.The air felt thick, suffocating. I turned my head so slowly, and the moment I saw Jaxon, a cold knot tightened in my stomach.He stood at the doorway, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. My heart pounded, my breath hitchng in my throat. He hadn’t seen us. Not yet. But every second dragged, stretching unbearably, like a rope pulled too tight, ready to break.If he took even a few steps closer… if he pulled out the chair and sat, then—We were screwed.Exposed.Doomed.The thick desk barely shielded us and there wasn’t enough space to crawl underneath, so we pressed our backs against it, gripping each other’s hands so tightly that my knuckles ached.Every second felt like an eternity, the silence stretching, heavy and
“Are you crazy?” I hissed, staring at Cynthia like she had completely lost her mind.She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A little. But do you have a better idea?”I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. She had a point. A terrible, reckless, probably-going-to-get-us-killed point.I swallowed hard, glancing toward the massive wooden door that led to Jaxon’s closet. Of all the things I had imagined myself doing today, breaking into the wardrobe of that ridiculously good-looking man was not one of them.“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, even as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door.“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, not slowing down. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”I dug my heels into the plush carpet, yanking my arm free. “Wait!”She spun around, exasperated. “What now?”I threw my hands up. “I’m naked, Cynthia! What if someone—what if Jaxon sees me like this?”Her eyes flicked over me, amusement flickering across her face. “Techni
"Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.Cynthia let out a frustrated groan, smacking her forehead like she was dealing with the dumbest person alive."Are you serious right now? Don’t you understand sarcasm?" Her arched eyebrow was practically screaming, Are you actually this clueless?I folded my arms, trying to keep my cool. "Well, excuse me for trying to make sense of this mess!"Cynthia inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she was one second away from completely losing it. "Think, ma’am. How do we clean this up?"I stared at the blood in front of us, my mind racing. Cynthia kept tapping her foot impatiently, and the pressure was suffocating.I gulped, racking my brain. THINK! THINK! THINK.After what felt like an eternity, my gaze landed on the sink. A wild, reckless idea sparked in my mind. It was insane but it was the only shot we had.My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I turned to Cynthia, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."She c
I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth
My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.Oh God… oh God…The sudden sound of footsteps made me freeze. They were slow, creepy, and heavy, growing closer with each step.I shut my eyes tight, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt like something was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.I’ve been caught… oh God, I’ve been caught. I’m going to jail. My son… Who will save my Liam?My throat tightened as panic filled me, cold and heavy. Every second felt slower, and my heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears.Then, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of me.A shadow loomed over me, and my heart froze. I felt the presence before I saw it.I braced for the worst.But instead of the cold grip of the cops, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Hey, babes. Let’s clean this mess up."My eyes flew open.Cynthia.Cynthia.My eyes widened in shock. Cynthia stood in front of me, her lips curved into the faintest smirk I knew she could make, and her gaze was sharp and fa
I had to finish this—once and for all. My heart pounded like a war drum as I prowled toward him, my hands clenched into tight fists. I had come too far, crossed too many lines. And now… now, I realized I had done too much.A tight knot formed in my chest, making it hard to breathe. My hands were sweaty. How the hell was I going to get out of this?Then suddenly, Damien’s phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.The sharp vibration shattered the silence, making my whole body tense. Panic gripped me—the kind you feel when you've been caught red-handed. And, of course, I’d done worse. Much worse.I let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand over my face before forcing myself to glance at the screen. The moment I saw the name flashing, I froze. It was that devil, Sophia. My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the call, pressing the phone to my ear. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. The thought of changing my voice crossed my mind, and I steeled myself to do it so Sophia would
I didn’t feel the laptop slip from my fingers. I didn’t feel any pity or remorse as I raised it again and again. All I felt was anger—hot, burning, consuming anger.Damien’s screams filled the room, but I barely heard them. His face, smeared with blood, blurred before my eyes. My own ragged breaths were so loud, so heavy, that I could barely hear his weak, broken, pathetic pleas.“Mylaaaaa… stop… stop! You’re hurting me…”“HURTING YOU?!" I spat, slamming the laptop against his forehead again. "You wanted me to kiss your cock, huh? You sick, vile bastard!" My voice shook with anger, and my hands trembled, but I didn’t stop.His body jerked with every strike, his hands weakly trying to protect himself as blood trickled down his temple, seeping into his hair and staining the floor beneath him. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.“You think you can do whatever you want and walk away untouched?” I hissed, pressing the edge of the laptop against his skull, watching his eyes widen in sheer terro
I felt the walls closing in as my legs gave out. I collapsed helplessly onto the cold floor and forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working. My chest tightened; my Liam was in danger. Deep, deep danger. I wondered what he must be going through. He had probably cried his eyes out And I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to hold him tight in my arms, to protect him, to wipe away his tears. Was my baby crying? Was he calling for me, his mama?My baby. My beautiful boy.“Liam…”I wanted to hold him so tight that he’d feel safe again. But I was stuck here, helpless. The thought of my baby, crying in fear with no one to hold him, broke me into a million pieces.Damien smirked, folding his arms as he watched me struggle with my emotions."Oops, you’re looking ragged already," he mused, tilting his head. "Baby girl, time isn’t on your side—you should know that."I stood up, forcefully wiping my tears away.“You just have seven hours left to save your son's life, Myla.” He leaned in, his voice