Yara. " Dad?" I called out, my voice smooth, without a hint of hesitation in it. I didn't need anyone to spell it for me to know. I could already tell he was my father. And what was more astonishing? I hadn't known that Billy Tate, that world-renowned icon, was Jasmine's husband. She had al
Yara. Thick darkness loomed heavily around me, and my heart tremored with fear as I strained my eyes, trying to look around, to search for light, albeit, just some flicker, but there was nothing. Fear clung to my gut like a second layer, and I found it hard to breathe, like a heavy weight was
Third Person. " So, twenty years ago, Molly was the one who tried killing Isara. No, she wanted to burn her alive, but someone happened to save her. " Long after the video ended, Asa, Yara's elder brother asked, pure horror written on his face. " And the chances are, the one who saved Isara ba
Third Person. " Or, he or she could be an enemy of the Tates." A cold glint crossed Molly's eyes as she deduced. And yeah, that also made sense. " If they were an enemy, they would have killed the girl instead, why leave her alive and risk the chance of being discovered, later?" One of the men
Third Person. Inside the VIP hospital room, the members of the Tates family were fuming in rage as they watched the video. And when those two wretched men confessed to having locked Yara, twenty years ago, in the burning house, Billy Tate almost vomited blood as he slammed his fists on the coffee
Third Person "The Hurts. I was sent by the Hurts. " He blurted out, too scared, too in pain to maintain the tough-guy act and Jasmine sneered, before wiping her gun clean with dry wipes nearby, her expression grim, disgust coating her features. " Take him to the basement. Squeeze every little