Karen의 작품

The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm

The drive to the hotel was quiet, aside from Mrs. Rodríguez occasionally glancing at me as if making sure I was still holding it together. Hailey, on the other hand, stayed silent, her arms crossed as she stared out the window.When we finally pulled up to the Marbella Suites, I felt an odd sense of relief. It wasn’t as massive or extravagant as the one Theo kept me in, but it was nice—warm, inviting, and, most importantly, free of him.The lobby smelled of lavender, and the soft lighting made everything feel calmer, safer.For now.I knew this peace wouldn’t last long.Mrs. Rodríguez led me through the lobby and up to her suite on the fifth floor. It was a cozy two-bedroom with large windows that overlooked the city. Nothing like Theo’s cold penthouse, where everything felt like a cage.She gestured toward one of the rooms. "You can sleep here, mija. Make yourself comfortable."I nodded, stepping inside. The room was simple but comfortable—a queen-sized bed, a small dresser, and warm

A dull ache pulsed in my skull as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, like I was swimming through molasses. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound that registered.I was still in the hospital.A tired sigh drew my attention. My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights overhead. A middle-aged doctor stood beside my bed, his arms crossed over his chest, a clipboard in hand. His expression was neutral, but there was something relieved in the way he exhaled."Finally stable," he muttered, glancing at the monitor.I swallowed, my throat still raw. "How long?" My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper."Seven hours," he replied. "Your vitals were erratic for a while, but you're stable now. No need to keep you here any longer."I blinked, struggling to sit up. Every muscle in my body protested, sore and stiff from everything that had happened. The doctor scrib

The man's grip was unforgiving as he dragged me down the hallway. My bare feet stumbled over the cold floor, my breath ragged, my mind still spinning from what had just happened. The old woman-she was gone. Shot without hesitation.I wanted to scream, to fight, but my body felt numb.We reached Theo's suite. The door loomed in front of me like a gateway to hell.The man yanked it open and shoved me inside."Slam it," Theo's voice was cold, commanding.The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, sealing my fate.I barely had time to turn before Theo twisted the lock with a deliberate click.Now, it was just the two of us.The silence was suffocating.Blood trailed down the side of Theo's face where the vase had hit him, dripping onto his black shirt. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes-his dark, furious eyes-held nothing but wrath.Before I could move, he lunged.His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me forward.I barely had time to gasp before he slammed my head against the vanit

A loud noise startled me awake. The heavy door to the suite slammed shut, the force of it making the walls tremble. My eyes flew open, my heart racing as I sat up in bed. Theo stood near the entrance, his jaw tight, his expression furious. His dark eyes burned with barely restrained anger, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.I swallowed hard, trying to push away the grogginess from my sleep. He looked like he had just come from a warzone—his black shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his tense forearms. His entire body was coiled with rage, and I could feel the storm brewing in the air around him.Theo didn’t notice me at first. He paced back and forth near the door, his hands running through his hair in frustration. His breathing was heavy, his body tense like he was trying to stop himself from exploding.Then, through gritted teeth, he muttered, "Maldito idiota, Diego. Siempre metiéndose donde no debe."I didn’t understand every word, but I

I stood there, the envelope clutched tightly in my hands, my mind racing. The words on the paper echoed in my head, "I am watching your every move, Sofia, my love." I couldn’t stop thinking about the first message I received on my phone, then the one on Theo's mom’s birthday. And now, this—another note. Who could be sending them? Why?The headache that had been pounding at my temples grew worse, and I felt a wave of nausea rising. I tried to shake off the dizziness, but it only made everything more overwhelming.I couldn’t deal with this right now. Not with everything else going on. My father needed me, and I couldn’t even think about the possibility of Theo’s torture, the cruel games he played. I had no room in my mind for that right now. I just needed to focus on getting through this trip to Mexico.I swallowed hard, trying to push away the panic that was creeping up. But it was hard. The thought of who could be sending these messages—someone who was always watching, always waiting—