ELOISEI opened one eye a crack but the shaft of piercing light forced me to shut it again. My headache was a low throb, and the pain in my jaw more pronounced.“Mrs. Kate?” a soft female voice said.That name again. Oh, God, why did it seem wrong? My eyelids fluttered open and I winced against the blaze of light, then realized the light has been turned down low, the blinds drawn, the room is now semidark.“Do you know where you are?”I nodded. seeing the ECG and the pungent smell I'm perceiving the IV and all. I couldn't be in a full body spa section receiving a body massage. My mouth tasted terrible, my skin itched from lying in bed and my hair felt stringy, my scalp gritty. Slowly, the blur that was the nurse’s face came into focus.“This is The Hospital, and I’m Jessica” The name tag on her pale blue jacket verified the information with an RN tacked on. Tall and blonde with crystal blue eyes, she offered a smile of straight white teeth. “Glad to have you with us.”I swa
LUCIANO“A hell of a homecoming, isn’t it?” Alex said to someone I just met for the first time but it seems they've known each other for long. Re guy looked rough with tattoos. . “Eloise in the hospital, another woman dead, a trucker burned and dead and her family business in trouble.”He offered him a smile that was somewhere between tenderness and crafty calculation. “Whatever the reason, it’s good to have you back, Nicholas.”I took a sip of his drink. The smoky Scotch slid down his throat as easily as water, an acquired taste he’d been told, but one he seemed to have been born with."Who is here?" I asked. I hated the fact that without asking my permission, Alex had invited a fourth party yeah together with Laura to my hotel room. Of all the buildings we are own. Why would my suite be our secret operation room or was it hideout? His answer was that because no one would suspect that and when they find out. They'd ask the same question I just did.." He's a colleague, a buddy
ELOISEFor the next few hours, a nurse had bustled into my room, given me a quick sponge bath, and straightened the sheets. I'd just breezed out the door when my family arrived in mass. Smiles, hugs, kisses that seemed strained were rained upon me by strangers. All strangers. I forced a grin that I didn’t feel and tried like crazy to remember these people, only to fail. Only their voices had seemed less foreign to me, their faces sparked no memory whatsoever.“It’s so good to see you awake and have you back with us,” my mother-in-law said, dabbing at her eyes with the corner of a handkerchief.She's A petite woman with grey-shaded hair and small even teeth, she wore high heels that matched her purse, a gray wool suit, pearl-colored silk blouse and a print scarf in tones of red and gold.“Thanks.” I stuttered. Carolina cleared her throat. “That big old house has been empty without you.”My heart melted and I smiled. Three adorable children of almost same age stood staring
LUCIANOST. AUGUSTINE HOSPITAL –11:47 PMThe night smelled like damp asphalt and cigarettes. A light drizzle coated the streets, the neon glow from the hospital sign flickering in the reflection of the pavement. Nicholas parked the van two blocks away, just outside the hospital’s blind spot—an alley between an old pharmacy and a construction site. It was a quiet night, except for the occasional honk of a passing cab. Inside the van, I checked my watch. 11:47 PM"Alright," I muttered, glancing around at the crew. "We go in, get her, and get out. No noise, no mess." Nicholas smirked. "You say that like Laura could ever get in and out without a mess." Laura rolled her eyes. "That’s because you have the subtlety of a goddamn sledgehammer." Alex ignored them both, adjusting the earpiece we’d synced to our comms. "Security shift change is in thirteen minutes. That’s our best shot. After that, the next patrol comes through, and it’s a shitshow." I nodded. "Positions?" "Laura
ELOISE "Of course you want to go home," Damon said, his voice gentle but firm. "But it’s impossible." "Why?" I asked, my throat dry. "I think he wants to run a couple of routine tests. Your vital signs, that sort of thing. No big deal," he replied with a reassuring smile. "A big enough deal to keep me in here," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over. "You just woke up, honey," he reminded me, placing a hand on my arm. His touch was meant to soothe, but it only made me feel more trapped. "But I want to go home," I repeated, my voice sharper this time. "Now." A tense silence filled the room. Damon shifted uncomfortably, exchanging a glance with Carolina. She had been fussing over a Christmas cactus but now busied herself with a vase of flowers, plucking out the wilted roses and dropping them into a nearby wastebasket. Her hands trembled slightly, but she avoided my gaze. "Listen, dear," Carolina stepped closer to the bed, her expression hardening. A few moments ago, her
DAMON My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I almost ignored it. I’d just gotten back from a late meeting, and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. The city skyline stretched beyond my window, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows across my bedroom. Then I saw the caller ID. St. Augustine Hospital. Every trace of fatigue vanished. A cold, sharp feeling cut through my chest as I grabbed the phone. "Yeah?" My voice came out rough. "Mr. Huxley?" A woman’s voice sounded..it was too hesitant, too cautious. Something was wrong. I sat up, my fingers tightening around the phone. "What is it?" There was a pause. Then— "I… I don’t know how to say this, sir, but… Mrs Kate is gone." The room tilted. I swung my legs over the bed, already reaching for my keys. "What do you mean, gone?" "We went to check on her a little after eleven. The bed was empty. The IV line was pulled out. She’s—she’s not here, sir. Someone took her." The words barely
LUCIANO“The memory loss is severe,” the doctor explains, his voice calm but firm. “Eloise is experiencing post-traumatic amnesia. It’s common in cases like this, and while some memories may return, there’s no guarantee of full recovery.” His words sit heavy in my chest. I glance toward the bedroom bed, where Eloise sits, staring at her reflection in a mirror. The bruises and stitches stand out against her pale skin. With her free hand—the one not attached to the IV—she reaches up, fingers brushing over the shaved patch on her head. She swallows hard, her jaw tightening as she traces the row of stitches, her expression unreadable. “Oh, God,” she whispers, blinking rapidly. Her spine straightens, a feigned strength settling over her. “I . . . I don’t think I’d even pass as the Bride of Frankenstein . . . you know what they say, always a bridesmaid, never a . . .” Her voice falters. She tries to smile, but it’s shaky, failing before it even fully forms. Watching her like this—so
LUCIANOI narrowed my eyes at Laura. Something wasn’t right. My gut twisted, warning me that whatever she wasn’t saying was something I wasn’t going to like. “Laura,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “Where are the kids?” She opened her mouth, then hesitated. A cold sensation ran down my spine. “I—I left them at the house,” she finally said, but the way she shifted on her feet gave her away. “Alone?” My voice was dangerously low now. “No! Of course not! They’re with the maids.” A sharp knock at the door cut through the thick tension in the room. I turned to glare at whoever was interrupting, but before I could say a word, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out and froze when I saw the caller ID. Damon.My grip tightened around the device. The entire room went dead silent as if everyone had seen the name pop up on my screen. I didn’t answer. My jaw clenched as I swiped to accept the call and pressed the phone to my ear. “Luciano,” Damon’s voice came thr
DAMIEN POVWe moved quickly, staying low, and taking cover behind the nearest warehouse. My heart thudded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Every muscle was coiled with anticipation. Eva was close. I could feel it. And I was going to make sure Marcus didn’t get away with what he had done.I signaled to Marco to take the left side, while I led the team to the right, the area where Marcus’s phone had been traced to. The building was run-down, the kind of place where people went to disappear. But this wouldn’t be where Marcus disappeared. This was where his story would end.I couldn’t let him hurt Eva.As we closed the distance, I signaled to my men to stay alert. I was just a few feet from the entrance when I heard a noise. It was a slight scuffle followed by a faint whimper. It was enough to make my blood run cold. Eva.I moved forward, silently, my hand on the grip of my gun, eyes scanning for any sign of Marcus. There was no room for error. We couldn’t risk a standoff. We had t
DAMIEN"No,’ Chairman Huxley said. ‘We found out late tonight. A call came through, and the man on the phone threatened to kill Eva if the FBI or the cops are brought in.I need your help,’ he said, appealing to me ‘I have to get my daughter back safely.I clenched my fist. Marcus just doesn't know the boundaries that are not meant to be crossed. How dare he kidnap my wife in my absence. He didn't even try to be anonymous. He fucking told her father he was Marcus. Which means he has so much guts and no fear. "Well, ‘this is unusual. Of course, I understand the situation, and if you wish to pay him in that fashion, I can arrange it. However, I never recommend paying kidnappers and, believe me, I’ve had my share of threats.’‘What would you do?’ Chairman Huxley asked."I wouldn’t call in the FBI, they’re useless,’ I said. ‘I have my own people who use the latest technology. When he phones again, we can put that into action."He’s calling tomorrow at 10 a.m.""Where?""L.A.," Chairma
Eva.Finally I got it. This was no joke.When I’d started to struggle with the short man, he’d run out of the room, slamming the door in my face and locking it so I couldn’t get out.Shit! I thought, looking around. I really am a captive.There were no windows, a stone floor, a big old heavy door, a rickety cot with a stained mattress in the corner, an old blanket and a bucket.I'm screwed.How had this happened?I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to summon all the strength I could. Don’t panic, A little voice whispered in my head. Stay calm. You will get out of this.The short man with the pop eyes had tried to force some pills into my mouth. I’d kicked him in the balls and the pills had scattered on the ground. If I’d been quicker, I might have reached the door before him, but he was fast for such an unfit-looking man. Strong and smelly, too. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.Kidnapped. It seemed like a plot from a movie. No wonder I felt so sick, they’d obviously used somethi
A year later.Brenda's pov"From the moment we met, I liked you. I think about you all the time and I even dreamt about you at night. I know this might seem sudden but I don't think I can wait any longer"I smiled. Watching Micheal from across the table in the fancy exquisite restaurant. He knelt on one knee and brought a ring box out of his jacket pocket, the velvet catching the soft candlelight between us. My breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate diamond solitaire, shimmering like a secret under the stars."Will you marry me?" he asked, with a low earnest voice , his eyes locked on mine like I was the only person in his world.For a heartbeat, the whole restaurant seemed to fade away the clink of glasses, the low hum of conversation, even the soft classical music floating through the air. All I could see was him, his trembling hand, and the hope in his eyes.Tears welled up before I could stop them. Not because I was surprised—but because I had waited so long to hear
Eva I woke up two weeks later “Eva, come home right now.”The urgency in my father’s voice froze me in place. I dropped my phone and rushed out, not even bothering to change out of Damien's pajamas. Yes his own because they are bigger and thicker and the weather is just damn too cold. Within seconds, I was behind the wheel of my Land Rover, tearing down the road, my heart pounding with worry.This wasn’t like Chairman Huxley. My father never called like that—never sounded that rattled. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, each worse than the last. Was he sick again? Had something happened? I imagined him on the bed whimpering about how he loves me and that I should take care of myself. Oh God! I dreaded that thought. I must agree that the worst part of having parents is watching them grow old I parked haphazardly in front of the house, not caring that the tires weren’t straight or that I’d blocked part of the driveway. Kicking the door open, I ran up the stairs, two s
EvaThis isn’t what I was expecting at all. Ever since I got back, I’ve been starving myself. Not on purpose, okay, maybe a little out of pride. I've texted Damien for his address so I can easily order something to eat but he won't reply and I wasn't going to call him Gosh I literally haven’t eaten a single thing today and I slept off only to wake up by past 11pm. my stomach is punishing me for my negligence. The growling is so loud it could probably summon the dead. I tried to sleep, I really did, but the hunger pangs were too painful to ignore.It was too late to order anything. No restaurants will be open for delivery. So I was left with the one option I always end up taking a midnight snack.I tiptoed to the kitchen like a thief, praying not to wake anyone. The first time I tried this at home, Chairman Huxley nearly turned my head into a pancake with a frying pan. He thought I was a burglar. I still don’t understand why he chose a frying pan of all things. What if
Eva’s POV“What am I doing? Seriously?” I asked, trying not to let the irritation in my voice rise too much. His cold tone had sparked an ache I couldn’t quite describe. I only wanted to celebrate with him, to share in his moment and maybe, just for a second, pretend there was something real between us.But apparently, even pretending was asking too much.The audience hadn’t picked up on the tension between us yet. We were both still smiling like a picture-perfect couple. All fake. All for show.“You should stop acting up, Eva,” Damien muttered under his breath, though his smile remained intact, perfectly sculpted for the cameras that wouldn’t stop clicking. "Or else I will do this" He pulled me closer, his arm tightening around my waist as if this moment actually meant something. His lips cut mine I was so flustered by the sudden kiss . What was he doing. This is going overboard To the watching world, we were the romantic headline of the week: Office Romance Goals—The Alexa
Eva's POV"Get up."The deep voice cut through my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I saw Damien standing in front of me. My surroundings felt unfamiliar—this wasn’t the plush hotel suite we’d stayed in the night before."Where…?" I began to ask, startled and confused. I felt embarrassed to be so disoriented.“We’re back in the States. Now get up. The car is already waiting,” Damien said, his tone sharp and devoid of warmth.Back in the States? My mind raced. I didn’t remember boarding a plane, let alone arriving here. The last thing I recalled was collapsing into bed, exhausted from the gala night. We were supposed to stay for two weeks, not just one. So why the sudden change?I covered my face with my hands, trying to wake up fully—and to hide the panic rising inside me. Something didn’t feel right.“Come on! I have things to do,” Damien snapped, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the exit. I stumbled down the stairs, still groggy and struggling to keep up with his long strides.W
Eva’s POVThe suite was quiet . The kind of silence that presses against your ears, heavy and watchful. I stared at the three dresses laid out on the bed, each more extravagant than the last. velvet. Midnight blue silk. Gold sequins.All picked by Damien not me. Apparently, even my wardrobe was part of the arrangement.I chose the midnight blue one. It was elegant but simple, the kind of gown that didn’t scream for attention, but still turned heads. As I stepped into the walk-in closet and zipped it up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.My makeup was flawless. My hair swept into soft waves. I looked… expensive. But I didn’t feel that way.Not when my heart was still sore from this morning. Not when I still heard Damien’s voice in my head like a cruel echo. “After the divorce, I doubt I’ll even remember your face.”I grabbed the silver heels from the box on the wardrobe and slipped them on just as the door creaked open.Damien stepped in.He wore a black tux, with a dark bo