All Chapters of Secrets, Seduction, & Serenity: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chris’s POVFallon’s words were cold and cast a huge shadow over our once peaceful home. As the realization of the accusations settled in, a tense silence rested upon the compound, broken only by the distant wail of the police sirens.Hunter scoffed. “And what about him?” He nodded my way. “Chris is a Kingston, he’s one of us. If we are guilty, then that means that he is too!” Fallon turned her attention towards me, our eyes locking. My heart raced and adrenaline surged through me. I could literally feel the anxiety eating me up. “He’s innocent,” She replied, causing Hunter to laugh rudely. “The f*ck he is! Arrest him too!!” He was raging, but two policemen held him and started to take him towards the front gate. “This is unfair, arrest him too!!” His voice echoed as he was taken out of the compound, leaving me standing there with nervousness clawing at my heart. I was shaking but I tried my best to hide the fact. “Chris, call our lawyers,” My father said as he was taken away. “Th

Chris’s POVThe detectives exchanged a look, and then the dark-skinned guy nodded. “Yes, there will be a bail hearing. But until then, your family will remain in custody.”My father’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue further. We all knew that challenging the detectives at this point would only make matters worse. The curly-haired detective leaned forward, her expression serious. “We’ll be in touch regarding the bail hearing. For now, we have some more questions for you both.” Although Fallon had told me that I was safe and that a deal had been made for me, I was still nervous. I wanted to get out here, what if the detectives changed their minds about the deal? And so, the interrogation continued, each question feeling like another weight pressing down on me. I answered as best as I could, trying to keep my composure despite the turmoil churning within me. I followed the script that our family lawyer had told me. He sort of knew almost all the questions that they would ask, and t

Chris’s POVMeghan’s expression hardened, and she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t care about your family drama, Chris. I’m pregnant with your child, and I need to make arrangements for myself and the baby.”I ran my hand through my hair, frustration mounting. “Look, I understand that this is a difficult situation, but I need time to figure things out. I can’t just hand over a large sum of money to you and never have to see my child again. That would like like selling him or her to you.” And the very thought disgusted me. “This is not only your child, and I have made my decision. I need to leave with my boyfriend for Cyprus very soon,” She replied. “Like I said, if you can’t give me my money, then I would just have to ruin your life and marriage.” She shrugged, daringly smirking at me. And bingo, an idea popped into my head. It was not the brightest and most modest of ideas that I had but it would have to do. If she wanted to blackmail me, then I think I could do the sa

Linda’s POVI quickened my pace, trying to shake off the unease that gripped me. Glancing around, I didn’t see anyone who stood out, but the sensation persisted, gnawing at the edges of my mind like a persistent itch. Was I just being paranoid? I would understand because the past couple of weeks had been a rollercoaster. With a nervous glance over my shoulder, I hastened my steps, the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the empty corridor. The dim lighting added to the eerie atmosphere, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. As I approached the entrance to the parking lot, I fumbled for my keys, my heart pounding in my chest. Damn, I needed to stop doing this to myself. There was no one here. But I just could not help it. Just a few steps and I would be safe inside my car, away from whatever unseen presence was making my skin crawl. But before I could reach the door, a voice cut through the silence like a knife, freezing me in place. “Linda.” T

Linda’s POVKirby untied me and studied me for a few seconds before she walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me in the almost dark, cold, and smelly room. My heart thumped in my chest and I felt so queasy but maybe that was because of how badly the room was. I rubbed my hands and then my feet, feeling a bit better now that I was untied. But how in the world was I going to get out of this situation? I felt tired and wanted to sit down, but the only way to do that was by sitting on the floor which looked like there was puke spilled all over it. Or it would be the thin dirty mattress. I chose the mattress. I lowered myself onto the mattress, wincing as the musty odor filled my senses. I resisted the urge to vomit and tried to ignore the smell. The bed was uncomfortable and dirty, but at least it offered some semblance of relief from the hard, cold floor. As I sat there in the dim light, my mind raced with a million thoughts and fears. How long would Kirby keep me here?