SPIRITS NEVER PERISH

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• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   RECKONING

  The atmosphere in the mansion becomes dense, laden with an invisible threat. I sense it even from within my room, where I sit rigidly on the bed's edge, my hands clutching the sheets.Something feels off.As soon as Raymond stepped outside earlier, I felt a change in the atmosphere around him. Something shadowy.Then I listened to voices coming from downstairs. Severe. Shortened. Loaded with repressed fury.I move slowly toward the door, placing my ear against the chilly wood, trying to listen."...disobeyed me, Raymond."The voice is unknown, yet it carries a heaviness-power. The owner communicates with authority, resembling someone accustomed to being feared.An extended quiet ensues. Then Raymond's voice-the iciest I've ever heard."I answer to no one, Frank."I gasp for air. Frank.I'm not very familiar with the individuals in Raymond's world, but I've come across the name before.Frank poses a threat. Rather than perilous, he's a person that even the devil would hesitate to confr

• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   TORN LOYALTIES

  I had no intention of witnessing it.I didn't intend to listen to it.Yet destiny has a harsh manner of guiding me precisely to places I ought not to go.The night is still, save for the faint murmur of voices below. I exit my room solely to visit the restroom, nothing else. Yet as I walk into the corridor, an alternative noise comes to my ears.A bump.Then one more.And then-a muted scream.I stand still, my heart racing immediately. The noise originates from the distant end of the corridor, behind a partly open door that I haven't seen Raymond use before.I'm aware that it's wiser not to approach.I ought to spin around. Act as if I didn't hear a thing.However, my feet deceive me.Bit by bit, I advance, my breath held tight in my throat. The nearer I approach, the more distinct the sounds are.Groans. The nauseating sound of a fist hitting. A chair dragging across the ground.And then, his tone.Raymond.Minimal. Keen. Hazardous.I glance through the small gap, and what I observe

• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   UNVEILING THE TRUTH

  The home space is heavy with unexpressed emotions. Since Kelvin left, Raymond has changed. Silence. Unfocused. Temperamental.Initially, I attempt to overlook it, convincing myself it isn’t my concern. Yet as time goes by and he hardly pays attention to me, I begin to feel concerned. The usual fire in his eyes has vanished, replaced by an emotion I can't fully decipher, as it appears alarming—similar to pain.I remain in my room for the rest of the day, hoping he’ll get better by himself. But by nightfall, my patience is exhausted.I left my room, looking into the living room where he is seated, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers crossed, looking at the ground. He’s deep in contemplation—so weird that it looks as though he's now in another world.I step forward carefully. "Are you okay?"His head rises a bit, his eyes connecting with mine for seconds before he turns away. "I'll be fine."That cold response disturbs me.That's not usual of him.Raymond is consistently confident a

• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   HIS HAPPINESS SOURCE

  The house breathes with an unsettling silence—the kind that suggests something is hidden just out of view. After days of feeling sick and exposed in the hospital, returning home should provide me comfort, yet it doesn’t. My body is present, yet my mind is confined in an unending loop of thoughts I cannot break free from.I am nestled in my room, legs folded under me on the couch, enjoying a cup of hot herbal tea. The warmth flows through my chest, yet it fails to soothe the tempest within me. A light and fresh aroma drifts up from downstairs; maybe Raymond must have instructed the cook to make my meal. Once more.This is what amazes me the most.For a minute, he is the merciless mafia boss dreaded by countless people, ordering his men to kill without a second thought. Next, he is the person who sat next to me in the hospital, holding my hand and using heartwarming words to help me chill.Who is this man?Who is Raymond Carter in my life?I massage my forehead, letting out a sigh. Perh

• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   HOMECOMING

  The following morning, I noticed the atmosphere seemed more refreshing than normal as I got up, the usual discomfort of lying on the bed like a piece of timber for an entire day overwhelmed me. Yet today, they don't seem stifling. Today, they no longer echo the reminder of my delicate condition. Today, I am heading back home. I extend my fingers, sensing the tightness in my limbs after being in this bed for weeks. My body is frail, yet my spirit feels more buoyant. It’s odd how the existence of a single individual can alter everything. A gentle rap on the door interrupts my reflections, and before I have a chance to reply, two nurses enter, smiling at me as if they hold a secret I'm unaware of. "We're going to miss you, Gracie," one of them says, her arms crossed over her chest. The other person eagerly nods. "And your enigmatic partner as well." I shut my eyes momentarily. "What did you say?" They share looks, laughing like schoolgirls. “Come on,” the initial nurse jokes. "Tha

• KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON   UNDENIABLE

  I awaken to the soft murmur of the hospital room, the sounds of machines beeping, and the distant voices outside my door. Sunlight pours through the window, creating a cozy brightness on the white sheets that envelop me. Today, my body feels more lightweight, not as feeble as it used to be, yet my mind remains a chaotic jumble of emotions I can't identify. Then I listen to them—the nurses. Their voices are low but brimming with excitement, and I don't have to work too hard to catch what they’re saying. “Oh my gosh, did you notice how he gazes at her?” "I promise, I've never encountered a man so fixated in my life." "Girl, obsessed doesn't even begin to describe it." "He's in love." I tense up, my heart missing a beat. I'm aware they're discussing Raymond. Who is there besides? Nobody else comes to see me. Nobody else remains with me each and every day. Their laughter gets increasingly louder, and all of a sudden, my door creaks ajar. Two nurses enter, their eyes nearly sparkl