DavisMy phone's persistent ring pierced through the atmosphere, interrupting the hug Marie. Irritated, I picked up the call, a curt "Who is this?" escaping my lips."It's me, Josie. I really need to speak to you. Can we meet up?" Josie's urgent voice pleaded from the other end, and for a moment, I hesitated. Thoughts of Annabel clouded my mind, but I steeled myself against the potential storm of emotions."If it's about Anna, I don't want to hear any explanation," I asserted, my tone firm, attempting to shield myself from potential heartache.I was ready to hang up but then she quickly said, "Please, just listen to me. I have proof, and I tell you, that person is not Anna," Josie's words cut through the uncertainty, freezing me in place."Really?" I asked, pushing Marie's hand away that was touching my face. "Really Davis. Please let's meet up. I will show you everything" "Okay," I replied after a moment, my voice colder than intended. "Where do you want us to meet?"Josie relayed
AnnaHe was a psychopath. That's the only conclusion I could draw from the way he acts. Leaning on the table, cleaning his gun, all while I felt weak and disorientedThe room felt tight, I don't know what date or time it was. It felt like weeks though. I haven't seen the sun in a while, the only decency he had given me was to be able to use the bathroom but I was followed by one of his workers. A lady. There was no escape route though, just a right cubicle. The lady was strong muscular and always had a baton. I felt weak whenever I was with her. Weak and useless. My throat was parched, and my tongue felt dry. I muttered, "Thirsty. I am thirsty."Alex gave me a look then he mockingly laughed, his amusement evident, and he replied, "Sorry, darling, I can't hear you."I took deep breaths, gathering my strength. "I said I am thirsty."He looked at me with a twisted grin, saying, "Okay... so? You do know I won't give you anything until you accept my deal.""Why?" I croaked, my voice
AnnaCool shadows wash over my sweaty skin, disguising me as I moved through the corners of the abandoned warehouse courtyard. The night sky was beautiful, stars danced and twinkled. I could have loved to enjoy something like this, happily lie under the stars and let the night air cleanse my tired body and overworked muscles. But unfortunately that was not it. I needed to escape. I do not know how much time I had left before Hades would notice that I was taking too long in the bathroom or when an alarm would sound. I scanned my surroundings of any sign of Alex or his guards. There was none. I sighed in relief before moving through the darkness again. Frogs sing in the distance as my feet crunch the sand. I had no idea where I was or where I was going, so I just followed the lamplights that illuminated the pathway ahead. The ominous shadows seemed to play tricks on my senses, making every rustle of leaves or distant creak an unsettling echo.As I cautiously advanced, the distant h
31DavisInside the car, windows opened as Anna felt claustrophobic. She rested her head on the head rest and I watched her sleep. My hands were shaking as I picked up the blanket to cover her. She had lost some weight. I felt bad that I was not able to find her on time. That she had to find me before I found her. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Anna was here, and she was safe now. As I pulled out of the barn's vicinity, I decided to make a call to Cameron, my trusted detective."Cameron," I said as he picked up, "I need information on an Alex, the one involved with Annabel's kidnapping. I don't have much to go on, but she mentioned the name. There is no surname so just find any Alex related to us or our business."Cameron sighed on the other end, "Alex is a common name, but give me a moment. I'll see what I can find."While waiting for Cameron to gather information, I glanced at Anna, her face serene in sleep. I felt a mix of relief and frustration, grappling with
AnnaI stood under the warm water of the shower, allowing it to cleanse not only the physical dirt but also the emotional residue from what I had gone through. The water cascaded over my skin, creating a temporary place where I could release my pent-up emotions. I let myself cry, the tears merging with the running water, as if I could wash away the fear and helplessness I had felt. In the solitude of the bathroom, I faced the truth – Davis was on his way to confront Alex. That was the way he looked like, as of he was going to grab Alex by the throat and strangle him to death. I don't think he knew I know that he was in the mafia just yet because of the way he acted y telling me nothing. I wonder if I should tell him I know. My heart ached with gratitude and concern for him. The image of him leaving, his face determined and masked with a stoic expression, lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the worry, but I had to believe he would handle it. He always did. Like this marriag
Anna“The last person on the list of our top 5 best students is …?” Professor John drawled, creating the expected suspense amongst the students. I looked around and saw the smart students that haven’t been called fold their fists in silent prayer. And some juniors eagerly waiting as they stared at the professor like he was going to disappear. Calling the top 5 students is one of the most awaited parts of the convocation ceremony at West Coast University. Every student wished they were on the list. The top 5 students are given awards of outstanding excellence and the juniors would cheer them as they walked to the podium. Being on the top 5 list was the goal and motivation of every student during the final exam season.I never really cared about being on the list, not that I didn’t take my studies seriously but being on that list wasn’t thrilling to me, I’ve always pictured my mom sitting across the hall and waving at me while I wave my certificate to her but that was never going to hap
Davis“Forget it, Mom… I won't marry anyone” I said with finality“ you have to Davis” she screamed back“Marrying that girl will not only help you, it would also gain you her father’s pathetic company,” my mom said“There you said it Mom, pathetic… that’s what you called it” I almost yelled out“It’s pathetic right now but will make out big once you creatively build it up” my mom screamed again“No Mom, our company is big enough and doing well, we don’t need that craft crumbling excuse of a company,” I said calmly hoping she would see reasons with me“Davis this isn’t about the company, you need to marry that girl,” she said calmly like she was saying something that would make New York ten times richer“And that’s the main issue here Mom” I was really getting really frustrated with this marriage shit“ am not gonna marry some girl I don’t know because you want me to” She immediately got up from her seat and stood in front of me pointing her finger at my face.“You will Davis and that
AnnaI was boiling in anger as I stared at the man in front of me, My very own father who was ready to sell me off or should I say sold me off to marriage for the sake of the same company he wrecked with his reckless gambling habit. He was seating so calmly sipping a cup of coffee, with no remorse, guilt, or even sympathy for me because of what he’s done.I walked around the cough he was seated and stood right in front of him.“Dad, I have a boyfriend and you know it. So hh…how did you … why did you go ahead to sign me off to a man I didn’t even know.” He just focuses on his coffee without giving me an answer.“Listen, Dad, I don’t care about whatever deal it is you signed’ am not gonna marry anybody aside from Henry”He stood up immediately after I mentioned Henry.“I told you to stop seeing that boy,” he said pointing his finger at me“I won’t stop Dad” I stated “Henry is my boyfriend and I love him” I can feel his anger building up and somehow I felt like annoying him the more.“
AnnaI stood under the warm water of the shower, allowing it to cleanse not only the physical dirt but also the emotional residue from what I had gone through. The water cascaded over my skin, creating a temporary place where I could release my pent-up emotions. I let myself cry, the tears merging with the running water, as if I could wash away the fear and helplessness I had felt. In the solitude of the bathroom, I faced the truth – Davis was on his way to confront Alex. That was the way he looked like, as of he was going to grab Alex by the throat and strangle him to death. I don't think he knew I know that he was in the mafia just yet because of the way he acted y telling me nothing. I wonder if I should tell him I know. My heart ached with gratitude and concern for him. The image of him leaving, his face determined and masked with a stoic expression, lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the worry, but I had to believe he would handle it. He always did. Like this marriag
31DavisInside the car, windows opened as Anna felt claustrophobic. She rested her head on the head rest and I watched her sleep. My hands were shaking as I picked up the blanket to cover her. She had lost some weight. I felt bad that I was not able to find her on time. That she had to find me before I found her. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Anna was here, and she was safe now. As I pulled out of the barn's vicinity, I decided to make a call to Cameron, my trusted detective."Cameron," I said as he picked up, "I need information on an Alex, the one involved with Annabel's kidnapping. I don't have much to go on, but she mentioned the name. There is no surname so just find any Alex related to us or our business."Cameron sighed on the other end, "Alex is a common name, but give me a moment. I'll see what I can find."While waiting for Cameron to gather information, I glanced at Anna, her face serene in sleep. I felt a mix of relief and frustration, grappling with
AnnaCool shadows wash over my sweaty skin, disguising me as I moved through the corners of the abandoned warehouse courtyard. The night sky was beautiful, stars danced and twinkled. I could have loved to enjoy something like this, happily lie under the stars and let the night air cleanse my tired body and overworked muscles. But unfortunately that was not it. I needed to escape. I do not know how much time I had left before Hades would notice that I was taking too long in the bathroom or when an alarm would sound. I scanned my surroundings of any sign of Alex or his guards. There was none. I sighed in relief before moving through the darkness again. Frogs sing in the distance as my feet crunch the sand. I had no idea where I was or where I was going, so I just followed the lamplights that illuminated the pathway ahead. The ominous shadows seemed to play tricks on my senses, making every rustle of leaves or distant creak an unsettling echo.As I cautiously advanced, the distant h
AnnaHe was a psychopath. That's the only conclusion I could draw from the way he acts. Leaning on the table, cleaning his gun, all while I felt weak and disorientedThe room felt tight, I don't know what date or time it was. It felt like weeks though. I haven't seen the sun in a while, the only decency he had given me was to be able to use the bathroom but I was followed by one of his workers. A lady. There was no escape route though, just a right cubicle. The lady was strong muscular and always had a baton. I felt weak whenever I was with her. Weak and useless. My throat was parched, and my tongue felt dry. I muttered, "Thirsty. I am thirsty."Alex gave me a look then he mockingly laughed, his amusement evident, and he replied, "Sorry, darling, I can't hear you."I took deep breaths, gathering my strength. "I said I am thirsty."He looked at me with a twisted grin, saying, "Okay... so? You do know I won't give you anything until you accept my deal.""Why?" I croaked, my voice
DavisMy phone's persistent ring pierced through the atmosphere, interrupting the hug Marie. Irritated, I picked up the call, a curt "Who is this?" escaping my lips."It's me, Josie. I really need to speak to you. Can we meet up?" Josie's urgent voice pleaded from the other end, and for a moment, I hesitated. Thoughts of Annabel clouded my mind, but I steeled myself against the potential storm of emotions."If it's about Anna, I don't want to hear any explanation," I asserted, my tone firm, attempting to shield myself from potential heartache.I was ready to hang up but then she quickly said, "Please, just listen to me. I have proof, and I tell you, that person is not Anna," Josie's words cut through the uncertainty, freezing me in place."Really?" I asked, pushing Marie's hand away that was touching my face. "Really Davis. Please let's meet up. I will show you everything" "Okay," I replied after a moment, my voice colder than intended. "Where do you want us to meet?"Josie relayed
DavisI sat in my office, the bright daylight filtering through the windows, casting shadows across the room. My feet tapped incessantly on the floor as impatience gnawed at me. Anna had promised she'd come home last night, and I needed to clear the air between us. There were things that needed to be said, questions that begged for answers.And maybe tell her to stop involving herself in whatever she was doing and know why at least she had to involve herself in what she was doing. I glanced at my phone, frustration building as I tried calling her again, only to be met with the automated message that she wasn't reachable. Annoyance pulsed through me. Why say you're coming home and then disappear? Why leave me in this state of worry?Just as irritation crept in, my phone rang. I seized it, hoping to see Anna's name, but disappointment settled in when I saw it was Liam calling. I groaned and answered, "What is it?"Liam's voice carried a tone of urgency. "Have you seen what's trendin
AnnaHe didn't pick up. My best guess was he didn't want to talk to me. Which I understand.I looked down at my phone, I had left him 15 missed calls just to explain myself. But nothing.I was in a hotel room. Too scared to face Davis. To face those judgmental eyes before I could even explain.I didn't know why I cared about what he thought of me. I mean, I shouldn't, right? Still, I can't get over the fact that he might hate me more.To him, I was just a girl trying to save her mother's company, but he didn't know my secret or my other job. Now he does, and I have to face his tune.No one knows of my secret. Nor even my dad or my best friend. Just me. Now I am frightened to know the way Davis woikd act knowing that this was who I was. My phone buzzed, breaking the silence in the room. It was Davis calling. I hesitated before answering, unsure of what awaited me on the other end."Annabel, where are you?" His voice carried indifference. "I... I needed some space," I muttered, avoidi
AnnaI sat on my bed, my feet tapping anxiously on the floor. I found myself biting my fingers excessively, a nervous habit that betrayed the turmoil within. My father remained unconscious, his fate hanging in the balance, and the weight of the impending decision loomed over me.The fact that Davis had left without a word, perhaps without even seeing me, added another layer of complexity to the already tumultuous day. His absence resonated in the silence that enveloped the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of the secrets I carried.The call I awaited would connect me to the clandestine world I had immersed myself in – a world of shadows and dangerous transactions. As I glanced at the clock, each passing moment heightened the tension, the unknowns of the impending mission casting a shadow over my already troubled marriage.In the solitude of my room, I grappled with the conflicting emotions – the sense of duty to my father and the clandestine life I led, against
24AnnaI rushed through the white hallways of the hospital, the sterile environment a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions churning within me. My hands fidgeted nervously, the rhythmic sound of my footsteps echoing my anxiety."What has he done again?" I murmured to myself, the weight of past missteps haunting the present. I couldn't shake the fear that my father had delved into another bout of reckless behavior. I hoped against hope that it wasn't another borrowing spree to fuel a gambling addiction. I couldn't handle another debt from my father's end, especially not now.As I neared the reception desk, the tension in the air grew palpable. The nurse behind the counter looked up, her expression a mix of sympathy and formality."Mrs. Howard?" she inquired, confirming my identity.I nodded, my voice tight. "Yes. How is my father? What happened?"She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "He's in critical condition. The police are here. They would like to speak with you."Dre