The car sped down the road, its headlights cutting through the night like blades. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the tight space, broken occasionally by the crackle of the walkie-talkie. Rory packed at the side of the road, gathering her thoughts. “This is The Riddler to Sleeping Beauty, do you copy?” Jordan’s voice came over the static. “The Riddler. I like ‘The Riddler’ but that’s already taken. What about ‘The Puzzler’? No that sounds terrible. What do you think, Sleeping Beauty?” Aurora hesitated, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles whitened. Her eyes narrowed in on her target. The task he gave her was to run over Nana Clarisse, who was buying something beside the road. He wanted her to kill her Nana? How could she? How would she? “Sleeping beauty? I asked you a question. Which name do you want me to use? I need an answer.” Rory would never take for granted his light and playful tone. He never joked around. Everything he said was
The table was the only thing dividing Oliver and Daniel. But what kept Daniel calm was a mystery to Oliver as the video on his laptop played. Daniel had aged badly. He had stubble, his eyes were heavy, and dark circles covered the beauty of his steel eyes, still, the sharpness in them swirled as he peered at the screen. What was playing was a blurry video of a woman in the car who had almost hit Nana Clarisse as she tried to escape. It was very fleeting and unclear but he got a glimpse of those blue eyes and he knew who it was. His Koala. “How is the old woman?” he asked monotonously. Life had been sucked out of him these past few weeks and to make matters worse Rory’s family had been attacking his company non-stop because they blamed Daniel for everything. Oliver understood that they had lost their daughter twice and this was a normal reaction but how did this solve the problem? Although both sides were working together to save Rory. That was the most important thing at this poi
[Trigger Warning: Mention and mild depiction of SA. I tried my best to shorten it.]***They said darkness enveloped you when you were dead. However, Rory felt the opposite. Darkness shrouded her because she was hopeless. Because no one was going to save her but herself. That's what she did. She played the part of a docile girl after the beatings Jordan had given her. She stopped saying, ‘Fuck You’ and curled herself into a ball and sobbed. Jordan crouched down beside her, as her shoulders shook. “Awww. Weren't you the one who wanted to pretend to be brave, Aurora? You know I like you like this. Weak, defenseless, and helpless.” He reached out and touched her hair, twirling them in his fingers but Rory kept shaking, tears streaming down her face.It felt like a thousand horses were stampeding on her body and that she was being thrown off a cliff, over and over again that the pain became a sound. It was a sound at this point, pushing her to the brink of insanity.Jordan smiled, a rea
“Right!” She yelled, jerking away from Jordan’s evil touch. “Really? Well, I’m sorry, love. Your guess is wrong!” Jordan informed her and she closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing.“Please don't kill them! Please!” She pleaded and Jordan clicked his tongue repeatedly. “Awww. But you should have guessed properly!” He brought out a gun and shot the woman on the right in the head. ‘Bam!’“No!” She shrieked. “No, no, no! You monster! You freak of nature! No wonder your parents die! They deserved to die than to see the monster that you've become! Yes! They deserve to die!”“What did you just say?” His head snapped to hers, looking her dead in the eyes, his gun pointed at her, daring her to speak.The gunshot echoed in her ears over and over again but she didn't care. He should get it over with. “I said that your parents deserved to die the way that they did! Who would want to have a deformed and debased being as their son? I most certainly would not even if my life depen
Rory’s gaze locked onto the tail lights flashing like taunts in the distance. The night was thick, the road weaving like a black ribbon through the desolate countryside. Nate gripped the wheel beside her, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in concentration, while Oliver sat in the backseat, his laptop balanced on his knees, fingers flying over the keys.“They’re gaining speed,” Rory muttered, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Can you keep up, Nate?”He gave her a quick, fierce nod. “I’m not letting him get away with Daniel.” His voice was tight with determination, as he pressed down harder on the gas. The engine roared in response, pushing the car forward as it veered dangerously around another sharp bend.Oliver’s face glowed from the laptop screen in the backseat. “I’m trying to hack into Jordan’s phone,” he said, his tone laced with urgency. “If I can disrupt his GPS or disable the car remotely, it’ll give us an advantage.”Rory threw a glance over her shoulder. “How long will that take?
Was it pain? She asked herself. No, it couldn’t be. She knew pain; she had felt it over and over again that it was like a sister to her more than her real sister ever was. Aurora had become accustomed to the pain and she had developed a certain numbness that made her feel like she had immunity to pain. So she was sure, it wasn’t pain. But whatever it was, it made her heart tingle. Maybe it was anger or maybe it was disappointment. It had to be a disappointment. After all these years, her father had no love for her. She always thought that he kept her in the house because deep down he had some fatherly feelings for her. Oh boy was she wrong? Feelings? What feelings could a man like her father even have for her?She couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t even hesitate to throw out of the house once his favorite daughter and wife lied to her.Her eyes watered, but she couldn’t, she wouldn’t shed a tear. They weren’t worth her tears. She never cried after years of the bullying and taunts of
Daniel, who had never been speechless or caught off guard, was in a state of shock. She was inexperienced, and her soft, pink lips moved brashly against his. He wanted to pull away—he could have pulled away—but for some reason, he was intoxicated by her smell, her lips, and by… her. Maybe. However, he was sure that if it had been anyone else, he would have long strangled them. Rory had never kissed anyone before, but she just couldn't let the men find her. If they did, God knows what they would do to her. She didn't know what she was doing, but she was glad the man didn't push her away. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her in, and took the lead. He was skilled, and Rory, a fast learner, caught on and followed the rhythm. It was just to let the men go away, so why didn't she pull away? The man had gone away when he saw two people passionately kissing. When Daniel was about to deepen the kiss, Rory suddenly pulled away. She gasped for air. They'd been kissing for quite a while
Chapter 3. Illegitimate. When he came downstairs, he saw that food was on the table and the smell was really good. He didn't eat breakfast so he thought the cook prepared it for Rory. But it was too early. She probably wouldn't wake up until ten, so why did they prepare it this early? On the dining table were different kinds of foods people ate for breakfast: Bacon and scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes and honey, waffles and whipped cream, orange juice and milk. The spread was nice. So much for one person? It also smelled really good. Then he saw Rory bringing out a bowl of what he recognized to be Tofu Scramble. The table also had jugs of orange juice, milk, and coffee. *** Her eyes closed naturally. She knew she was going to be hit for what she did. She was always beaten when she spoke out or got herself into matters that her stepmom always said didn't concern her. However, after a few seconds passed, she noticed that the slap never landed. She opened her eyes, still h
Rory’s gaze locked onto the tail lights flashing like taunts in the distance. The night was thick, the road weaving like a black ribbon through the desolate countryside. Nate gripped the wheel beside her, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in concentration, while Oliver sat in the backseat, his laptop balanced on his knees, fingers flying over the keys.“They’re gaining speed,” Rory muttered, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Can you keep up, Nate?”He gave her a quick, fierce nod. “I’m not letting him get away with Daniel.” His voice was tight with determination, as he pressed down harder on the gas. The engine roared in response, pushing the car forward as it veered dangerously around another sharp bend.Oliver’s face glowed from the laptop screen in the backseat. “I’m trying to hack into Jordan’s phone,” he said, his tone laced with urgency. “If I can disrupt his GPS or disable the car remotely, it’ll give us an advantage.”Rory threw a glance over her shoulder. “How long will that take?
“Right!” She yelled, jerking away from Jordan’s evil touch. “Really? Well, I’m sorry, love. Your guess is wrong!” Jordan informed her and she closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing.“Please don't kill them! Please!” She pleaded and Jordan clicked his tongue repeatedly. “Awww. But you should have guessed properly!” He brought out a gun and shot the woman on the right in the head. ‘Bam!’“No!” She shrieked. “No, no, no! You monster! You freak of nature! No wonder your parents die! They deserved to die than to see the monster that you've become! Yes! They deserve to die!”“What did you just say?” His head snapped to hers, looking her dead in the eyes, his gun pointed at her, daring her to speak.The gunshot echoed in her ears over and over again but she didn't care. He should get it over with. “I said that your parents deserved to die the way that they did! Who would want to have a deformed and debased being as their son? I most certainly would not even if my life depen
[Trigger Warning: Mention and mild depiction of SA. I tried my best to shorten it.]***They said darkness enveloped you when you were dead. However, Rory felt the opposite. Darkness shrouded her because she was hopeless. Because no one was going to save her but herself. That's what she did. She played the part of a docile girl after the beatings Jordan had given her. She stopped saying, ‘Fuck You’ and curled herself into a ball and sobbed. Jordan crouched down beside her, as her shoulders shook. “Awww. Weren't you the one who wanted to pretend to be brave, Aurora? You know I like you like this. Weak, defenseless, and helpless.” He reached out and touched her hair, twirling them in his fingers but Rory kept shaking, tears streaming down her face.It felt like a thousand horses were stampeding on her body and that she was being thrown off a cliff, over and over again that the pain became a sound. It was a sound at this point, pushing her to the brink of insanity.Jordan smiled, a rea
The table was the only thing dividing Oliver and Daniel. But what kept Daniel calm was a mystery to Oliver as the video on his laptop played. Daniel had aged badly. He had stubble, his eyes were heavy, and dark circles covered the beauty of his steel eyes, still, the sharpness in them swirled as he peered at the screen. What was playing was a blurry video of a woman in the car who had almost hit Nana Clarisse as she tried to escape. It was very fleeting and unclear but he got a glimpse of those blue eyes and he knew who it was. His Koala. “How is the old woman?” he asked monotonously. Life had been sucked out of him these past few weeks and to make matters worse Rory’s family had been attacking his company non-stop because they blamed Daniel for everything. Oliver understood that they had lost their daughter twice and this was a normal reaction but how did this solve the problem? Although both sides were working together to save Rory. That was the most important thing at this poi
The car sped down the road, its headlights cutting through the night like blades. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the tight space, broken occasionally by the crackle of the walkie-talkie. Rory packed at the side of the road, gathering her thoughts. “This is The Riddler to Sleeping Beauty, do you copy?” Jordan’s voice came over the static. “The Riddler. I like ‘The Riddler’ but that’s already taken. What about ‘The Puzzler’? No that sounds terrible. What do you think, Sleeping Beauty?” Aurora hesitated, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles whitened. Her eyes narrowed in on her target. The task he gave her was to run over Nana Clarisse, who was buying something beside the road. He wanted her to kill her Nana? How could she? How would she? “Sleeping beauty? I asked you a question. Which name do you want me to use? I need an answer.” Rory would never take for granted his light and playful tone. He never joked around. Everything he said was
Aurora awoke with a pounding headache, her temples throbbing in rhythm with her heartbeat. A low groan escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open, but she instantly regretted the movement. The world around her was dim, blurred. She could feel the rough wood pressing against her back, the cold bite of tightly knotted ropes digging into her wrists and ankles. Panic gripped her, sharp and immediate. She was tied to a chair. As her senses slowly returned, fragments of memory surged forward in jagged flashes. The sound of a gunshot echoed in her mind. Zoe... Butler Zoe was shot. Her heart clenched, bile rising in her throat. The old man, who had cared for her like a father, had died. For her. Because of her. A tear slipped down her cheek, unbidden and burning. She quickly blinked it away. She couldn't break now. Zoe's sacrifice couldn't be in vain. She had to get out. Her eyes swept her surroundings light barely illuminated the large, grey expanse. It was barren and cold. The place l
Daniel stepped into the dimly lit house, expecting the usual stillness, but instead, a strange scent filled the air—coppery, metallic. His pulse quickened as he scanned the room, his eyes freezing at a horrifying sight. Butler Zoe, his loyal companion, sat slumped against the couch, blood staining his white shirt, the fabric darkened around a bullet wound in his chest. “Zoe!” Daniel’s voice broke as he rushed forward, falling to his knees. His hands hovered over the wound, shaking, unsure where to press, where to help. Zoe’s breath was shallow, each inhale a desperate grasp for life. “Mr. Daniel…” Zoe’s voice was faint, almost swallowed by the gurgling sound in his throat. He tried to lift his head, but the effort seemed monumental. “Where’s Rory?” Daniel’s voice was frantic now, his hands pressing harder against Zoe’s wound, trying to stop the relentless flow of blood. “Where’s my wife, Zoe? What happened? Tell me!” Zoe’s eyes fluttered, struggling to focus. His lips parted, but t
Aurora sat at the long, polished oak table, the clink of silverware on china filling the air. The dining room was imposing with its towering walls lined with ancestral portraits that seemed to watch her every move. Her family—the family she had only just found out about—sat across from her, each holding a strange, silent tension. It was as though she were a foreign object, placed delicately on the surface of their world, and no one was quite sure what to do with her. Her mother, Anita, sat at the head of the table, her face a carefully constructed mask of poise, though Aurora could see the warmth of curiosity beneath. Her eyes darted occasionally to Aurora, as though she couldn't quite believe her daughter was real. Her father, Romero, gripped his wine glass a little too tightly. Emiliano sat across from her, Santiago beside her, and Diego, another brother she just found out that she had sat beside Santi. Then there was Antonio. Her twin brother was seated directly across from her.
Daniel was behind his desk, Oliver seated in front of the desk and Rory at his side. “First, we have to put all the clues we've had so far for the past three years,” Daniel said. “Three years? Didn't everything start this year?” Rory furrowed brows. “I’ve been receiving threatening messages from an unknown number after Blaire’s banquet. The first one was sent to Malcolm: ‘Sleeping beauty has pricked her finger.’” “And you didn't think to tell me? That my kidnapping was not by the Devanes?” Rory’s voice hardened. She wondered what other things he was hiding. Their hug at the hospital didn't mean their relationship was fixed. She wasn't sure if their relationship could ever be mended. “Let’s not stray off-topic for now. We know that the person involved likes riddles but is more straightforward when speaking to Daniel which means he has a personal vendetta against Daniel. Targeting Daniel is the goal since he attacked his mother first.” “The person also loves anagrams and is