All Chapters of STUCK: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He rose early. Despite that he hadnt found sleep all night, he felt eager to finish the job today.At this point, he became desperate to move out of Paris as soon as he could, dearly missing the warmth of Italy. Even when he had spent most part of his life outside his home, he sought the sense of stability, as foreign as the desire was to him, he couldnt deny the perks of it. With his own little family on the wake, he felt the need to stay in one place, with them, with her.He had already placed calls, declaring their return back home tomorrow. It was just a matter of this day that he had to wrap things up.Just this dayHe told himself, tightening his fists in anticipation. He headed to the shower, letting his spooned wife be herself on the bed. Standing under the cold stream of shower he let the non existent sleep wash off. His mind couldn't but digress to the naïve confession she had made last night, her soft hand that had caressed him through his turmoil but as his mind strived

The locality wasn't used to an expensive Porsche driving through their narrow roads, but it didn't attract much attention when it parked in front of the equally lavish watch shop.Much to the teenage owner's surprise a woman walked out of the driving seat. He had never seen a woman drive a car so expensive. As much as it made his jaw drop, his brows raised in leeriness. Everything about her screamed suspicion, her lose dirty white dress, her barefoot legs, and hardly tied hairs, nothing seemed to match the luxurious car she just drove in to his shop.It made him wonder whether she was her who he was supposed to wait for.She walked in confidently, looking around the shop like every other customer.Without a premise she came closer, leaning on the glass counter, glancing around the displayed branded watches."Can I help you with something?" the owner's french accent oozed, hesitant in his sentence."Yes, I want..umm a fancy watch for my children" her beaming voice was surprising."So a

The key clicked inside the lock, struggling to fit just perfectly in the pattern. After seconds of struggling in the dark, she heard the almost inaudible click before the lock swiftly turned open.Her furniture evanescently lit up with the thundering lightening outside, Gothically underlining the petrifying aura. She tried not to be affected by the storm outside. Even when the electricity was gone like on a typical rainy night, she didn't need a ray of light to know exactly what was where in her apartment. Slinging her purse on the sofa, she walked inside her room, flinching terribly when another thunder roared just outside her window on the twelfth floor.Taking a deep breathe she entered the washroom not closing the door on her empty bedroom, turning on the hot shower. Her clothes had sticked on her skin like a glue, her hair drenched. Despite her attempts to shield herself with the umbrella, Mumbai rains hadn't cared for anything. She shivered as a gush of cold wind entered through

"I don't see any reason why she'd go back to India""And I think it's obvious"For the past three months Enzo had worked hard beside don, going beyond the duties as a personal assistant to meet his needs. There was one thing clear to Enzo, Donavan did not rest. It was a medical condition perhaps, but Mr. Frantino never paid heed. He was only thankful that he received more time to finish his work.His exponential growth in the past three years was unexplainable. Although he did not openly agreed in any of the interviews, but she had made all the difference. Without her, he felt the intense urge to fill the void, to complete the gap with success, money, and more importantly so, blood. He did not let himself think, the previlege of time to think wasnt awarded for it always, always brought her back. People thought of him as a successful businessman, a focused individual with sincere objectives. Hardly anyone, and quite literally no one realised that he was all but an absconder, a pathetic

She felt her breathe stuck, somewhere down her throat that could not escape, just like the air that was forced to stay outside her system. Her hands scraped his wrists, trying their utmost to pull his hand away, but to no avail his hold only became stronger, his wrath only stormier. She saw the black spots before she felt the unconsciousness engulfing her senses. She deciphered his vengeful eyes that penetrated hers, thriving off of her futile struggles that met his exceptional force, strangling her. His nails dug deeper in her skin, sure to leave a mark if her body was ever managed to be found. His large hand was effortlessly bigger than the girth of her neck, underpinning there was no point to struggle at all.Her hold on his wrist loosened, her eyes softly closed, the struggling noises in her throat fainted and with that his hold slackened, only slightly, but as she realised, it was enough, enough to catch him off guard. It hadn't been even a second before he felt the excruciatin