LOGINChapter 2
Hannah opened her bleary eyes and discovered she was in a dark room with her hands tied above her head. She noticed she was lying on a soft material, a bed to be precise. The room was so dark that she could barely see a thing.
The only thing she could feel was pain all over her, her body hurting like hell. She knew she passed out but she didn't know how long she's passed out.
Memories of everything that happened came rushing into her head like a flash. How two hefty men had dragged her inside the car and placed a handkerchief in her nose and she had lost consciousness.
That was the last thing she remembered and now she finds herself in a dark room on a bed with her hands tied.
“Oh my goodness! I have been kidnapped” she thought as fear rang through her veins. She wondered who must have kidnapped her, the thought of her kidnappers killing her made a shiver run down her spine.
She began to wonder who must have kidnapped her. She had no enemy, she's never offended anyone. The only enemies she had now were her husband, her best friend, and mother in law. Probably one of them must have kidnapped her to kill her and get rid of her forever.
No, I can't let them kill me. I can't lose my job, marriage, and roof over my head in one day and still lose my life, I need to get out of here, she thought as she struggled to loosen the rope used to tie her hands.
Just then she heard noises coming from outside the room she was in and suddenly the door to the room burst open and someone walked in and closed the door.
“Who’s there?” Hannah yelled in fear. She had seen someone enter the room and lock the door. She became scared. Suddenly she felt someone climb onto the bed and got on top of her.
It wasn’t anyone, it was a male figure.
“Let go of me” she yelled as she tried pushing the figure that was on top of her but he was just very strong.
He groaned softly and kissed her on her lips passionately. He kissed her breast and suddenly he started ripping her clothes off while Hannah kept crying and begging for him to let her go but he paid a deaf ear to her cries.
“Stay still!!” he muttered those two words. It didn’t sound like a request, it was a command. He ripped off her panties and suddenly put his dick inside of her and started plunging on her roughly and fiercely.
Hannah cried out in pain. She kept screaming in tears and just then the male figure who was on top of her, plunging her fiercely, placed his hands on her mouth, preventing her from yelling, thrusting in and out of her roughly with full force.
Hannah, who was already becoming weak, closed her eyes and suddenly lost consciousness.
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The crowd could be seen gathered in a particular area in the street of Atlanta staring at a female figure who was lying unconscious on the ground with her clothes torn and half naked.
“Oh my goodness!! Isn’t that the wife of Jeff Mickelson”
“What happened to her?”
“Oh my goodness!! Look at the blood all over her”
“I think she was raped”
“Do you think she’s dead!”
A lot of people talking and taking pictures. The noises from the surrounding woke her up. The sound of cameras clicking.
Hannah opened her bleary eyes and then she could see the crowd surrounding her. She felt so weak, she felt her entire body was so heavy that she could barely move them.
Her vision wasn’t clear so she couldn’t see clearly but she could hear cameras shuffling.
She groaned softly and just then she heard someone scream.
“No, she’s alive! Someone should take her to the hospital” a voice screamed at once and suddenly she could hear the voices in the surroundings begin to die down.
“Make way, make way, stop taking pictures” she heard different voices, and just then she saw a woman staring at her.
Her vision was blurred, she couldn’t see who it was but she could tell it was a beautiful woman with long lush hair.
“Stay with me Hannah” the woman muttered those words and suddenly Hannah closed her eyes and lost consciousness.
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Jeff could be seen pacing to and fro in the sitting room, while her mother sat staring at him.
“You should stop pacing to and fro, she's gone and never going to come back,” Rosa said and Jeff shot her a deadly glare.
“It's all your fault. I divorced her, I never asked you to throw her out of the house, you know she has nowhere else to go” Jeff yelled at her mother who flinched.
“You should better stop shouting at me. When she came, she accused me that I was the one who told you to divorce her and she tried hitting me, so I had the guards throw her out” Rosa lied and Jeff stared at her without saying a word. He knew her mom was lying, Hannah would never do such a thing.
“Besides, I never liked the girl. I'm glad she's gone. Now you can go and marry Rhoda, I like her more” Rosa said.
Rosa hated Hannah so much because she was from a poor background and had no family. She never wanted her son to marry her in the past but he was blinded by love and married her. every bad thing that has happened in Hannah’s life, Rosa has always been the one behind it.
She was the one who had killed Hannah’s children immediately after they were born and during the last pregnancy, she poisoned her, unknowingly to Jeff and Hannah. She was the reason Hannah had lost her womb and the baby and now she will never be able to conceive.
She had wanted to get rid of Hannah in the past and finally, she did. Jeff had only agreed to divorce Hannah because she was now barren. He badly needed an heir and Hannah wasn’t going to give him one and her best friend was pregnant for him.
Just then Jeff heard his phone ring. It was a call from his PA.
“Sir, check the internet, there's something you would want to see,” His PA said and ended the call. Jeff quickly went to the Internet and there he saw a video of Hannah lying on the ground, her clothes torn and she was half naked there was a caption under the video that she was raped.
“Holy moly!!” Jeff turned to his mom looking furious. He threw the phone at her to watch the video which she did.
“This is all your fault, if anything happens to Hannah, I would hold you responsible” Jeff yelled and quickly text his PA, to make sure those pictures ate out of the internet. He cannot afford to ruin his reputation.
“Oh wow! My fault! It's all yours, I never asked you to divorce her, nor cheat on her with her best friend, you did it yourself and you asked her boss to fire her. How is it my fault? I only made it easier for you and Rhoda by getting rid of her, you should be thanking me” Rosa yelled and threw the phone back at Jeff.
“I had plans on how to get rid of her without hurting her but you just ruined everything “ Jeff yelled
“A plan not to hurt her? You are a confused being Jeff. that would be impossible. Whatever you were planning to do, it would have hurt her. Besides she got what she deserve. I wish she would just die!!!” Rosa said and Jeff moved towards his mom and held her by her throat.
“One more word about her, and I’ll forget you are my mother”
TBC
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” Hannah’s voice rang through the boardroom, cool, steady, and razor-sharp. “I believe I’m just in time.”The room froze.All heads turned. A sharp silence fell like a guillotine.Linda’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Her breath caught in her throat, her mind short-circuiting in real time. She hadn’t seen Hannah Colby in weeks, rumors said she was still in Las Vegas. Others whispered she’d gone off the grid after Brandon’s disappearance. In fact she wasn't expecting her to come back.But here she was, standing at the door like she’d never left, like she owned the very air they were breathing.“What the hell is she doing here?” Linda thought, heart racing, eyes narrowing. “She should be halfway across the country. How did she know about this meeting? Has Brandon been found? Does she know something I don’t?”Isabella shifted uncomfortably in her seat, swallowing hard. Her eyes avoided Hannah’s, but the tension in her body gave her away
The flight from Las Vegas to Atlanta lasted just four hours, though for Hannah it felt like an eternity.Once they landed, the two doctors who had accompanied Jessica wasted no time. They transported her directly to the Colby Co. Family Hospital, ensuring she would receive the best care possible.Hannah followed them, her heart pounding with guilt and fear. She stood outside the glass partition of Jessica’s ward, watching as the doctors fitted her with a fresh oxygen mask, attaching wires and monitors that beeped softly in the background.Tears slipped down Hannah’s cheeks before she quickly wiped them away, not wanting anyone to see her weakness. This is my fault… she thought bitterly. If she hadn’t pushed for that escape, Jessica wouldn’t be lying here in a coma. She pressed her palm against the glass, whispering in her heart, Please wake up, Jessica. Please…The doctor finally emerged, his expression weary but professional. He walked over to Hannah and lowered his voice.“You can g
Hannah sat at the small table in their temporary safe house, staring at the message on her phone. The ominous words burned into her mind:“He’s alive. For now.”Her heart pounded, her grip tightening around the device. She re-read the message over and over, searching for hidden meaning, a clue or anything that could give her hope. Brandon was alive. That much was certain. But the “for now” sent chills down her spine.Across from her, Lucas and Teresa were deep in conversation. Lucas leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his jaw clenched. He was tense, ready to explode. Teresa, in contrast, looked calm as ever, but Hannah could tell she was calculating, plotting their next move.“This isn’t random,” Teresa finally said, exhaling smoke from her cigarette. “Someone wants us to know he’s alive, but only just. They’re playing with us.”Lucas pushed off the counter. “Then let’s stop playing games. We track the number, find out who sent the message, and go after them.”Teresa shook her h
Hannah sat at the edge of the bed, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. Her mind was in turmoil. The weight of everything, Brandon’s disappearance, Jessica’s coma, Linda’s relentless scheming, was pressing down on her like a suffocating force.She had barely slept in days. The dark circles beneath her eyes were deep, a clear sign of exhaustion, but she couldn’t afford rest. Not when there was so much at stake.A soft knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. Lucas stepped in, his expression serious.“You need to make a decision, Hannah,” he said, his voice firm but understanding. “The company is falling apart. Investors are pulling out. The board is leaning toward voting you out. Linda is taking full advantage of this.”Hannah rubbed her temples. “And what would you have me do, Lucas? Walk away from my missing husband to fight corporate battles with your mother?”Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not what I’m saying. But Colby Co. is Brandon’s legac
Lucas had left the room to make some calls, leaving Hannah and Teresa alone in the dimly lit space. The air between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, with grief and frustration too heavy to voice.Teresa watched Hannah closely. She looked hollow—her eyes distant, her shoulders sagging under a weight no one could carry for her.“You okay?” Teresa finally asked.Hannah blinked and turned her head, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah.”Teresa hummed in response, clearly unconvinced. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced ease. Smoke curled in the air between them.“Do you smoke?” she asked, offering one toward Hannah.Hannah shook her head. “No. I never have.”Teresa chuckled, taking a long drag before exhaling. “Figures.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the silence of two women who understood each other—different, yet bound by shared pain.“My mother-in-law used to hate me too,” Teresa murmured suddenly, he
Teresa sat in the back of a dimly lit bar, the scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey thick in the air. The place was quiet, the kind of underground haunt where no one asked questions, where secrets were currency, and where a person could disappear if they weren’t careful.She checked the time on her phone. Her contact was late.Across the table, Hannah fidgeted with the glass of water in front of her, her expression distant, lost in thoughts she wasn’t ready to speak out loud. Lucas sat beside her, his gaze locked on the entrance, his tension palpable.When the door finally creaked open, Teresa’s eyes narrowed as a tall, wiry man entered, his leather jacket scuffed and his face shadowed with stubble. He scanned the room before spotting her and sauntering over.“You’re late, Marco,” Teresa said, her voice edged with impatience.The man—Marco Ruiz—grinned as he slid into the seat across from her. “Good to see you too, Provenzano. You know how it is—hard to stay alive in this busines







