FAZER LOGINCHAPTER 8
___________ALYSSA'S POV__________
"You bleed all the way here right after you collapsed. Thank goodness Marcus was able to have brought you in right in time."
Marcus!
Does he know?
Does the whole school know now?
I felt tiers blur my vision. Looking at my mom, she staired back at me with disappointment.
So that was what she meant.
They all know now.
"Am sorry. I wasn't thinking straight but knew i couldn't keep it. I have a whole lot at stake." Tiers ran down my eyes as my voice cracked.
"Hmmm. Funny how you youngsters don't think that before getting involved in such activities. Sweet pleasure to open and spread your legs but surely afraid of the out come." A hint of mockery couldn't go unnoticed.
"Am sorry miss Claudia. But I don't think you have the right to talk to my daughter in that tone and manner. Because I don't assume you know her better well than I do." My Mom protested unable to bare it.
Nurse Claudia rolled her eyes with a silent hiss before giving me the injection.
"Any more tricks of trying to get rid of that baby and trust me, you won't be standing complete or might not be standing at all." She informed.
Then advice we go to the hospital for a full medical check up cause she was sure something might be wrong. According to her, the bleed wasn't just a mutual one and she was only able to stop it temporarily.
My Mom was outraged but I pleaded with her to let me go back to school and sure enough, we would settle the rest at home. After much consideration, she agreed and left.
I went back to school only to meet students gathered in the hallway, staring up at one of the walls.
As I passed, whispers and gossips followed. I decided getting in the middle to see what was going on only to have my jaw dropped at the sight Infront of me.
A big picture of me that night at the club with those men trying to force their way with me. But the actual truth was the exact opposite from this angle.
It looks like I was In with them. As if I enjoyed every single thing they did to me.
The scenes came flooding back my memory and I couldn't help but quiver at the out most thought.
Who could have done this?
"W-How-"
Words refused to form in my mouth as only the droplets of tiers rolled down my eyes. All eyes and attention were on me now as they took no time to begin with there gossips and whispers.
"Oh my goodness Alyssa! What have you done?" It was Ruby.
She approached with a gasp which looked rather fake in shock.
"I took you there. Didn't know you would just slut your way around. No wonder I couldn't find you. And now?you are pregnant, I heard."
More whispers erupts.
Wait a minute.
"Ruby. Was it you? You took pictures of me and there I was, thinking they had gotten to you." My voice shaked.
"Don't you dare blame me for your shameful acts." She snort.
Now I understand. I get it all.
There Is no true friend anywhere.
"Alyssa!"
Amelia called out as she ran through the hallway and headed towards me.
"Alyssa, are you alright?"
She asked. I paid no attention and couldn't help but runaway from their mist.
From the eyes of everyone. Ignoring their gossips and Amelia's calls.
I locked myself inside the girls bathroom. Slumbed to the ground and cried out my eyes.
Is this really a life to live?
Putting my hands in my pocket, I brought out a knife with black edge and a lighter. Lighting up, I roamed the fire round the blade of the knife.
I had always done this since I was little, Whenever I felt outraged and couldn't control myself anymore which often happens when my dad mistreats my mom and I. Whenever I find him forcing his way with her, multiple times of rape. Just never thought it would happen to me.
Neither of them ever knew. I would secretly hid behind a corner and try getting myself hurt in one way or another. Either by bleeding or burnts, neitherless, it helps subdue me.
I tried to stop on knowing it was wrong. I swear I did, at least for a while. Not until now.
I staired at the now hot knife and raised up my shirt. If this baby truely wants to be apart of me, then I guess we should both feel the pain.
Slowly, I placed the steaming hot knife and inhaled sharply when the burn hit my stomach, and I pressed on harder.
Not being able to wait till closing hours, I went home.
To my full surprise, the whole house was a mess. A lot of broken and shattered pieces all over.
What happened here?
Was my mom alright?
Panic subdued me.
"Mom!"
I called out as I slowly made my steps further. The whole place was silent, Only the noises from outside slightly echoed.
I checked the rooms but she wasn't in any.
"Mom are you home?"
I yelled while checking other places I assumed she could be but she wasn't.
And just when I was about passing by the kitchen, I noticed something making me step forward.
To my full shock, I found my Mom lying on the floor with her eyes halfway closed. Blood bleed from her wrist to the ground and a knife found beside also stained with blood.
She slit her wrist?
No! No. That can't be possible.
"Mom!"
My lungs screamed out as I crawled beside her not minding been stained by the blood while I tried shaking her up. She didn't bug.
This must be a prank.
"Mommy! Mom!! Mom! please open your eyes. Look-Look at me. Am here. Your daughter is here. Right, you wanted to talk. Scold me, shout at me and even beat me if you want. I'd made a terrible mistake which I shouldn't have and am so so sorry for that. I deeply am sorry. So please just open your eyes for heaven's sake. For my sake. Please wake up mom!" I had cried and pleaded in tiers but all to no avail.
This can't be happening.
**Chapter 66**Alyssa stood in Rylan's penthouse, staring at the city below. The same view she'd seen that night. The night everything changed.Victor was in custody. Samantha was safe, staying with Amelia under protective watch. The evidence had been handed over—her mother's coerced suicide note, the confession recording, everything.She should have felt relief.Instead, she felt hollow."You should eat something," Rylan said from behind her. He'd been hovering for days, protective and intense, like he was afraid she'd disappear if he looked away."I'm fine.""You're not."She wasn't. But not for the reasons he thought.That night—three nights ago, before the confrontation with Victor—had been a mistake. A beautiful, desperate, burning mistake. She'd been terrified, and he'd been there, and when his hands found her in the dark, she'd let herself forget.Forget that this couldn't happen.
**chapter 65**"Absolutely not."Rylan's voice was flat, final. He closed the laptop and turned to face her fully."It's the only way," Alyssa insisted. "He wants me. He's always wanted me—to control, to punish, to break. If I go to him, offer to come back, to 'make things right'—""He'll kill you.""Not immediately." She was thinking fast now, the plan crystallizing. "He's too smart for that. He'll want to savor it. Make me suffer first. And that gives us time.""Time for what? For him to lock you in a room and throw away the key?" Rylan's jaw was tight. "You saw what he did to Samantha, and she's six years old. What do you think he'll do to you?""I think he'll gloat." Alyssa's voice was steady. "I think he'll drag me into that study, pour himself a drink, and tell me exactly how he's going to destroy me. Because that's who he is. He needs me to know I lost."Rylan stared at her. "And while he's monologuing li
**Chapter 64*"They made it to the car, Samantha clinging to her neck, sobbing. Rylan drove like a demon, blood seeping through his shirt from a graze on his shoulder."You're hurt—""I'm fine." His jaw was tight. "Are you?"Alyssa looked down at Samantha, checking her for injuries. Nothing. Just fear."We're okay," she whispered, kissing her daughter's hair. "We're okay, baby."But Rylan's expression in the rearview mirror said otherwise."He'll come after you again," he said quietly. "You know that.""I know.""And next time, I might not be there."Alyssa met his eyes in the mirror. "Then don't leave."Silence. Heavy. Charged."You don't know what you're asking," Rylan said."Yes, I do." Her voice was steady. "I'm asking you to help me end this. For good."Rylan's hands tightened on the wheel. Then, slowly, he nodded."Alright. But we do this my wa
**Chapter 63**The text came at 9:47 PM.Samantha's gone.Alyssa's phone slipped from her hand, clattering against the marble bar. Around her, the charity gala continued—champagne, laughter, designer gowns—but the noise turned to static."What's wrong?"She looked up. Rylan Cortez stood beside her, dark eyes sharp, already reading her panic. They'd met an hour ago. Spoken twice. He was a donor, wealthy, controlled—the kind of man she'd learned to avoid."My daughter." Her voice cracked. "She's missing."His expression changed instantly. "Where was she?""With a friend. I just—" She fumbled for her phone, redialing Amelia. No answer. "She's six. She was supposed to be safe—"Rylan's hand closed around her wrist, firm but not rough. "Come with me. Now."She should've questioned it. Should've called the police. But something in his voice—command, certainty, danger—made her follow.They we
CHAPTER 62The rain tapped lightly against the hotel window, casting silver streaks across the glass. The suite was larger than Alyssa expected, but the moment her eyes landed on the single king-sized bed, her heart skipped a beat.“You must be joking,” she muttered, dropping her purse on the nearby chair.Rylan walked in behind her, casually removing his blazer. “What?”“There’s only one bed.” she said, spinning toward him with a raised brow.He shrugged. “It’s a five-star hotel, not a dorm. You didn’t expect bunk beds, did you?”“I expected separate rooms.” she hissed.“They overbooked,” he said coolly. “The assistant tried to fix it, but everything’s full for the conference. It’s one night, Alyssa. I don’t bite.”She glared at him, folding her arms. “I’ll take the couch.”“It folds out, but it’s hell on the back. Suit yourself.”He began unbuttoning his cuffs, his movements slow, deliberate.
CHAPTER 61 The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the park. Samantha’s laughter rang out, pure and carefree, as she ran after a bright orange butterfly. Her little feet pattered over the soft grass, the pink fabric of her dress fluttering behind her like wings. Her curls bounced with each step, and her wide grey eyes sparkled with delight.Amelia sat on a weathered wooden bench under the old oak tree, her phone in hand but her attention only half on the screen. She glanced up every so often to watch Samantha play, feeling a gentle smile lift her lips. The fresh air was crisp with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, and children’s laughter mixed with the distant hum of conversation.Suddenly, Amelia’s smile faltered. She looked up properly—Samantha was nowhere in sight.Her heart stopped for a second, a cold knot twisting in her stomach.“Samantha?” Her voice trembled as she called







