My grip on the steering tightened as I sped down the road. I had only one destination in mind as the radio blared 90’s music. Young Ones’ Orphanage. The place where it all started. Where I grew up, got adopted, and where my children were currently stuck. The thought sent shivers down my spine. If all laces — of all dungeons, Lovie sent my kids to a battleground. “… sources are currently confirming the situation, but from reports, it is clear that the building has caught fire.” I raised an eyebrow at the radio and was about to change it when they continued. “This is the fourth outbreak at Young Ones Orphanage in—“ My foot hit the brakes and the car pulled to a halt. For a second, not even my heartbeat could be heard. There was… there was a fire? At the orphanage? Where do my babies live? No, no, no! I started the car again, this time, my hands shook and my breaths came out in heavy puffs. My vision as I accelerated. I had to get th
"Julia!" Atlas yelled, running down the stairs. He reached for me but Lovie's voice broke through. "Atlas? Atlas, I'm in pain!" His gaze shifted to her for a moment and I laughed, soft laughter bouncing off the walls as pain racked through my bones. "I—" Atlas began but I slapped his hand away, pushing it into hers. "Trash belongs to Trash." I spat, looking away. "Atlas!" Lovie cried and he stilled for a moment before moving to lift her. "I think we should call off the wedding, Lovie. She..." His eyes lingered on me, before moving to her. "You are hurt—" "No, no! I am perfectly fine! This is what she wants, Atlas. She wants to take you away from me, back then and now," She escaped his arms and marched over to me. "I have always loved you, Julia, but you!" "I will always hate you, Lovie," I said and she froze. I stood, wobbling on my feet. "I promise." She stumbled and took Atlas' wrist, dragging him along. I walked up the stairs, my eyes searching for the dr
As I regained consciousness, Lovie’s laughter echoed through the room. I blinked my way back to reality, my eyes tracing the grin on her lips as she leaned against the wall. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” she tsked, chuckling as she circled me. I tried to move but froze as I realized my hands were bound behind my back. Lovie crouched in front of me. “There is no point fighting the ropes, you failed. You’re a failure, Julia. Back then, and now.” She leaned over and turned on a tap. Wait what? It was then I glanced around, realizing I was lying in the bathtub, my hands and legs bound. I tried to speak but it came out muffled. My eyes widened as the tub filled up with water until I was almost drowning. Lovie walked, her wedding gown trailing after her as she closed the bathroom door. “You should have died three years ago.” Her words felt like a stab in the chest. “But you escaped and worse?” she gestured at me, “You ended up in Atlas, bed. Such good luck, as if I’d allow you to tak
I pulled up in front of the Volkan Mansion and froze, recalling the day I entered this golden cage. I was so stupid. I thought I could change him. Heck, I thought time would change him. Neither happened and failed both ways. But above all, I failed myself. I forgot I wasn’t a rehab center and no broken glass can look the same. I opened the door and brushed past the guards before they could speak. I clutched the gun in my grasp and continued into the mansion, my eyes tracing the beautiful decorations and lilies around. The grand living room had never looked so vibrant. It felt like I was stepping into a different world as the maids hurried, meeting the beck and call, of the woman upstairs. “Don’t I look gorgeous, Mommy?!” Lovie’s voice echoed through the mansion and I smiled. “Yes, of course, you do,” Mother responded as I walked up the stairs, their voice getting louder the closer I got. My grip on the gun tightened as I stopped in front of the door. “I go
The only sign of life in the grand bedroom was the sound of my fingers clicking the ground as I replayed memory after memory, all the missing links coming through. The room was a blurry mess from where I sat, broken on the ground. Everything made sense in the most twisted way possible. My stomach twisted and I struggled to breathe as soft whimpers escaped my lips. Tears blurred my vision and I wrapped my arm around myself. Soft laughter escaped my lips, echoing through the room. I thought I had the upper hand because I knew Lovie only chased after Atlas for his money. I found out the night I was kidnapped. I overheard her speaking to their mother, gloating about how their lives would change. I shut my eyes as tears rolled down my cheek. Despite knowing the truth, I agreed to the condition of the Volkan family. I agreed to marry the younger son, so my dearest sister could have her happy life. I never knew I was signing my death sentence or rather, a life worse than
“It was girl,” Atlas murmured, his grip on the steering tightening as he sped down the road. I didn’t speak. “I mean the baby,” His eyes met mine through the driver’s mirror. “Raina, baby.” I averted my gaze, holding my breath as I drowned in the silence. “Where are you taking me?” “Home.” Our eyes locked. “You don’t even know where my home is, Atlas.” I retorted and watched as his grip on the steering tightened, there was a flicker in his blue eyes before he sighed. The silence reigned for a while, maybe a few minutes and hours, I watched as the streets blurred together, with no destination in mind even though he was driving. I parted my lips to ask for a location but the car pulled to a halt. Atlas’ forehead creased, his knuckles had turned white, small puffs of air escaped his lips and for a second, it seemed like he was fighting every fiber of his being to stay calm. “If you want me to get out, I–” “Why?” His voice cracked and I stilled. “Why did you