The police captain just wanted to leave the room and let them handle the matter themselves. “Santi, thank goodness you are here!” Antonio leaped off his feet when he saw his elder brother. Daniel, on the other hand, walked over to meet Rory, completely ignoring Santiago’s piercing gaze. “Papi,” she called out sweetly and Daniel rubbed her head. “Did anyone hurt you? Are you alright?” “No one hurt her sir. Both of them filed a complaint against each other.” The police captain explained the situation so he wouldn’t be blamed. “What crimes did my wife commit?” His chilling stare landed on both Antonio and Santiago but both men weren’t intimidated by him. “Your wife?” Santiago scoffed, “No wonder you have her on such a tight leash.” “Mind your words!” Rory said, agitated and it made Santiago even more furious. He had been watching her from a distance for the past two years because she didn’t want to see him for some reason, but looking at Daniel it started to make a little more se
Daniel wasn’t surprised by the threat that was sent to him. He had been receiving these kinds of threats for the past three years, so he wrinkled his brows, and anxiety etched on his face. The men who tried to kidnap Rory at Blaire’s banquet weren’t hired by the Devanes like everyone thought but by someone else. Daniel abducted the men, tied them to a chair, and locked them in a basement planning on torturing them for laying their hands on his koala but by the time he got there, the men’s throats were slit and on the wall, written in blood were these words: MAI MINGCOM ROF OUY. Daniel quickly figured out that it was an anagram for: I AM COMING FOR YOU. The men didn’t disable the cameras because the twisted person wanted Daniel to catch them and alert him of his presence. No matter how Daniel tried he couldn’t find out who it was. The person became like a shadow, lurking behind him but never to be seen. He was the person’s target and what better way than to hurt Daniel if not by hurt
Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye and the treatment was made available first to critically sick patients when they saw that the patients were showing signs of stable recovery over two weeks they started administering it to other patients in hospitals. Rory even celebrated with Daniel’s family and all her friends flew in from wherever they were to be with her even Anna. This was a scientific breakthrough and the whole world was there to celebrate this feat. Dr Harvey even had a party and invited the big names of the Medical industry there. Rory invited all of her friends but not the Marcezes. For some reason, she didn’t feel happy with their absence as her eyes scanned the crowd dressed in exquisite outfits for today, but when her eyes landed on Daniel and her newfound family, the thought subsided a little as she stepped in front of the podium to make a speech. “I would like to say thank you to everyone who made it here tonight. It is nothing short of an honor to stand before yo
Rory sat at the grand dining table, staring blankly at the untouched meal before her. The silver cutlery gleamed under the chandelier's light, casting reflections on the polished surface, but the sight only deepened the knot in her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day, not since the arrest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry, guilt, and the unbearable ache of helplessness. Daniel sat across from her, silently observing, his concerned gaze tracing the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her shoulders."Rory," he began gently, his voice cutting through the heavy silence, placing his hand on top of hers, "you need to eat something. Please."Rory's hand trembled as she reached for her fork, but the moment she touched it, she snapped. "How can you expect me to eat when they're in prison, Daniel?" Her voice cracked, laced with frustration and desperation. "Nate, and Dr. Harvey—they're locked up like criminals, and we don't even know if they've been fed, or if the food is even sa
A nurse waded through the hospital lobby, bypassing other doctors and medical staff rushing to get to patients. She dawned a white nurse’s outfit, her tied into a neat bun with only the bun visible as the rest of her head was covered with a nurse’s hat. Her squeaky white sneakers sounded on the white tiled floor as she held a stainless tray with cotton wool, scissors, and disinfectant. Only a pair of blue eyes could be seen through her brown-framed glasses because she wore a white face mask. Her eyes flitted like she was trying to find something. A Ward perhaps because she was looking at the ward signs the most. Her steps were cautious, blending in with the other nurses. “Nurse!” A doctor yelled from behind and she gasped lightly but kept walking quickening her steps. “Nurse!” The voice came again, louder and her pace picked up. However, a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around forcefully making her almost fall. “Didn’t you hear me?” the doctor eyed her and she cleared
Slightly curly hair that reached her shoulders, swaying with her purple cris-cross gown with the skirt in an a-line shape but with multiple pleats, and her white heels clicked on the cemented ground of the police station. Auburn eyes pierced back at the curious gazes of the officers there as she made her way to the cell her client was in, an officer leading the way.“My suspicion was correct. The serum was tempered in the hospital.” She heard a light voice that was thicker than most girls’ voices say as she arrived at the cell.“How did you find out?” Nate, behind the bars, gripping two of them as he spoke to Rory. His hair was disheveled, but his charm and handsomeness still shone even in the dimly lit, shabby, and stony cell. His voice was slightly hoarse, dark circles underneath his obsidian eyes.“I went to the hospital…”“You went to the hospital? Are you mad!? What if someone had seen you? Not someone what about the reporters? You would have implicated yourself!” He admonished h
All of Rory’s favorite foods were spread on the table but she had no appetite. When Daniel begged her to at least eat the chili, she puked after taking two spoons, so he didn’t force her anymore.“Dani, who’s Emma Moore?” Heaviness and tiredness seeped into her words. The bags made her eyes appear swollen. His body stiffened at her question. “Emma is Evelyn’s sister… my ex-girlfriend.” Rory snapped her head to him and a thousand emotions swirled in her eyes. “What happened back then?”“Rory it’s not important. She is only here for Nate’s case.”“Did you know she and Nate were a couple?” “I did.”“That’s all? You aren’t going to explain it to me? I am your wife, Daniel, in case you’ve forgotten.” She was trying to keep her voice even. “I know you are my wife but what happened all those years ago isn’t important.” He held her hand on the table. “Trust me on this.” He soothed her but she removed her hand from his and stood up abruptly, making the chair screech. “Where are you going?
It was good that Daniel’s study was wide enough to contain the people sitting in there currently. Daniel sat behind his desk, Tyler and Siao sitting together, Lizzy and George also together, Asher sat beside Rory who was as far away from Daniel as she could get and Emma leaned against the wall. She was also invited seeing that she was the lawyer on the case.Silent and tense the room was as everyone was preoccupied with their thoughts, waiting. “What did you eat this morning, Asher?” Rory asked quietly. Her face was pale and scrunched up in mild disgust. She didn’t like the smell emitting from Asher one bit and was trying to hold it in.“I haven’t eaten anything today,” Asher replied and eyed Rory. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” “I’m fine,” she swatted Asher’s hand that reached out to touch her forehead. “I think this meeting is a waste of time,” Emma spoke up, edgily.“And when was your opinion on this matter ever important?” Daniel riposted, glaring at her. She almost shrun
I have no words to express the immense happiness and joy I feel over this book. I was very young when I started this book two years ago and I made quite a lot of errors😂. I didn't upload for a while and so many mistakes that I wanted to give up on this book but my editor gave me the best advice that has helped me so much in my writing career: Always keep writing. To all the votes, comments, and readers, I just want to say thank you for joining me on this story. Rory and Daniel’s story will forever have a place in my heart as one of my best works. But this is not the end of their story! You can see them in future sequels of all the characters in this book. No character is being left out but this is their story so any plot points not explored in this book will be explored in their books. I am also done with the sequel of this book, “My Professor and I, on another app. If you want to check it out, it's on the other app that ends with Novel and starts with Web. Thank you for staying
The sun kissed the horizon as golden waves lapped softly against the shore. Rory’s laughter filled the air, a sound Daniel had feared he might never hear again. She ran ahead of him, her hair whipping in the salty breeze, her bare feet sinking into the cool sand.“Come on, slowpoke!” she called out, grinning over her shoulder.Daniel jogged to catch up, a small smile tugging at his lips. The past year had been a blur of pain, healing, and rediscovery. Therapy had helped Rory process the loss of their unborn child, and while the ache would never fully vanish, she had learned to carry it with grace. Daniel had his own scars, some visible, others etched deep within, but seeing Rory’s light return had made his burdens lighter.“Slowpoke?” he teased, catching her around the waist and spinning her. Her laughter bubbled out, bright and free. “I’m the one who kept up with you in therapy runs, remember?”“Barely,” she quipped, playfully swatting his arm as he set her down.They walked along th
The hospital room was a hollow shell of life, filled with the mechanical hum of the ventilator and the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Rory sat by Daniel’s bedside, her fingers gently wrapped around his cold, unmoving hand. The once vibrant man she loved was now a pale reflection of himself, his face gaunt, his body thinner than she remembered. His smile, the light in his ocean-blue eyes, the warmth of his laughter—all of it had vanished into the sterile silence of this room.Rory’s cheeks were streaked with tears, her throat raw from months of pleading. She spoke to him as though her words could reach him, as though somewhere in the depths of his unconsciousness, he could hear her and find his way back.“Daniel,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “do you remember that summer we spent by the lake? You swore you’d teach me to fish, but I ended up tangling the line so badly we had to cut it. You laughed so hard you couldn’t even be mad at me.”Her fingers tightened around his, as
The ambulance lights flickered like a warning, their red glow staining the night. Rory knelt beside Daniel, her trembling hands pressing against the gushing wounds. Blood soaked through her clothes, hot and unrelenting, as though time itself had opened its veins to bleed alongside him. His face was pale, his lips cracked, yet his eyes-oh, those eyes--still found hers, still held her like an anchor in the storm. "Stay with me, Dani," she whispered, her voice a broken hymn. But her words fell like ash, scattered by the wind. His smile was faint, weaker than the last exhale of a dying candle. "You will always... make me stay." And then his eyes fluttered closed. She screamed. A sound ripped from the marrow of her bones, a raw and primal anguish that silenced the world around her. Nate flinched at the sound, his breath hitching as he stumbled back. Rory crouched over Daniel's body, her hands now shaking too violently to apply pressure to the wounds. She was crumbling before him,
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