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Her father's word__”she might not make it through the night” kept haunting her. Tears streamed down her face, Alex's hesitation __” I‘d__” burning like acid on her skin. Everything seemed to be going wrong at the same time. It was all so overwhelming.“Lauren! Open the damn door, now!” Alex growled at the other side of the door, banging it crazily.“You can't lock yourself inside there forever, let me in.”Lauren quickly grabbed her phone off the door before she went ahead to open the door. Alex quickly wheeled in, grabbing her hand before she could escape again.“What's wrong? Tell me,” he says softly, his eyes holding a deep concern. Lauren wanted to believe that the look in his eyes was honest and he truly cared about her. But his actions that night had left a deep doubt in her mind. Alex was not the kind of man to care for someone so quickly. His acts was all just a pretense, nothing more.But what was the need? She was already leaving, why does he need to pretend?“My mum…she's
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Lauren's sob filled the hospital room that was once a tomb of silence. She knelt beside her mother's bed, her hands holding her mother's cold ones. This hands that had once stroked her hair softly, wiped her tears as she sang beautiful melodies in her ears, until Lauren could fall asleep..The white sheets were now pulled back a smidge revealing a still pale face that once glowed with a lively colour. She was too peaceful, too peaceful that Lauren wanted to bawl her eyes out and weep on the cold tiles, till someone opened the door and told her it was all a prank.But no one was jumping into the room and laughing anytime soon, because unlike her shitty life, this one where her mother was no longer moving was the realest and most painful experience.But she didn't want to be in this part. “I'm sorry mum. I'm so sorry,” she sobbed into her mother's hand. “I should have been here sooner. I was a bad child even to your last breath.”“I was not hardworking enough to raise your surgery mone
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The hospital waiting room was a blur of blinding whites and hushed voices, the fluorescent lights humming above Lauren’s head. She sat still, her hands clenched in her lap, and eyes sore from her constant crying and sleepless night. Her clothes now rumpled from the two days that she had continuously worn it—clung to her like a second skin and her mother’s still, pale face haunted her every thought. Dr. Patel’s previous words from the other night before echoed relentlessly, haunting her every minute: tampered medication. Someone had stolen her mother's life from her, and the weight of that truth pressed heavily against her chest, sharp and unyielding.She glanced at the wall clock mounted on the wall—8:05 a.m. Dr. Patel had promised to update her on the toxicology test result, and every second shevwaited for him, she felt the overwhelming sense of betrayal from her mother's memory. Her legs continued to bounce, her nails digging painfully into her skin. She needed answers instantly,
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Lauren stood at the passage of Alex’s house, her travel bag slung over her shoulder, the weight of her grief heavier than the load itself. The modern glass-and-steel facade loomed before her, cold and unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the warmth of her mother’s small apartment. Her chest ached so painfully she urged to clutch them in her hand, her eyes still raw from tears that wouldn’t stop. The threatening text from the unknown number burned in her mind—Stop, or you’ll end up like your mother—but it was her mother’s still face that haunted her the most. Who would want to hurt a woman like that? She wanted to believe it was all a dream, but everyday, it hot more realer than the last Coming here, to Alex’s, felt like surrender, but she had no choice.The door opened quietly before she could knock, and Alex was there, his wheelchair framed in the doorway, his face unreadable, as usual. “You made it,” he said, his voice softer than she had expected.“Don’t make a mountain out of it,” s
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Lauren suddenly sat up on the couch, her body stiff, her heart raw from last night. Alex’s kiss clung to her like a scratch she couldn’t itch—fierce, desperate, and far too real. She’d unraveled in his arms, seeking anything to lessen the pain that followed her since her mother's death, only to pull back with a shaky, ‘This doesn’t change a thing.’Now, guilt continued to gnaw at her. She’d married him for money, a cold deal to pay for her mother’s surgery. Love wasn’t in the contract, it was never in the contract. So why did her chest tighten so much at the thought of him?The house felt empty. Alex and her were the only people staying there. She hadn't seen or heard from Dan, Alex's right hand man, since her mother's death. Alex didn't even seem affected by his absence.Her phone sat on the coffee table, its silence heavy. The threatening text, “ Stop, or you’ll end up like your useless mother,” burned at the back of her mind. She hadn’t told Alex. He was her husband on paper, not h
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“You’re staring,” Alex said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the morning quiet of the dining room. He sat at the head of the shiny table, his wheelchair positioned like a throne, his dark eyes flicking up from his tablet to meet the blue's of Lauren.She froze, her coffee mug halfway to her lips, heat creeping up her cheeks. A small smile threatened to stretch on her lips. “I’m not staring,” she said, too quickly, setting the mug down with a clink. “I’m just… thinking, you know.”“About?” His tone was cold, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips, the kind that made her heart stutter. It was the same smirk he’d worn last night, when he’d admitted he wanted to try love—for her. She wanted to giggle at the mere thought of it.Lauren shifted in her chair, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. “Us,” she admitted, her voice softer. “What we said last night. Making this work. It’s… a lot to take in.”His smirk faded, his gaze sharpening, assessing her like a deal he wasn’t sure
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Lauren stumbled into the empty hallway, the office door slamming shut behind her, the childhood photo and note gripped between her fingers. “If you leave now, you’re breaking more than a contract—you’re breaking me”—cut deeper than she’d expected, his cold edge laced with something raw, but the note’s accusation drowned it out. Her tears spilled, her breath jagged, as she pressed against the wall, whispering, “What am I supposed to do now? Believe him, or run?” The photo, her eight-year-old self in a pink designer camp t-shirt, stared back, and a memory roared to life, fierce and unrelenting.Flashback****Rain lashed the woods, the summer camp a distant murmur beneath the howl of a flash flood. An eight-year-old girl, scrawny and drenched, slogged through mud, her borrowed t-shirt—Melissa’s, bright pink with the cam’s logo—plastered to her skin. She’d taken it after Melissa sneered at her faded clothes, unaware it would mark her as her evil sister“Hey!” she yelled, her voice swallo
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Lauren's car rattled through the industrial district, the dashboard clock ticking toward twelve midnight. Her hands continued to shake on the wheel, the USB drive and her childhood camp photo stuffed in her jacket, haunted her thoughts every second.That text “Warehouse, midnight. Proof he did it. Come alone” burned in her brain like acid, her mom’s frail hospital smile haunting her. Alex’s voice, sharp and desperate, rang out: “It’s a trap.” Melissa’s sneer countered: “Him or the truth.” She’d stormed out, choosing answers over both. She had to find out what was going on.She needed to clear Alex's name…secretly.The warehouse squatted under a buzzing floodlight, steel walls scarred with rust. She parked a block away, heart slamming against her ribcage. Her phone had no signal. She crept to the door, half-open, dim light leaking out. “I’m here,” she called, voice tight, but the fear lingered. “Show me the proof.”A rough laugh answered. “Right on time, Lauren.” A man stepped forwar
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The screen lit up—a grainy feed, Lauren tied to a chair, face swollen, blood crusting her lip. A masked figure stood behind her, voice distorted. “Alex, you want her back? Pay up. Everything—accounts, deals. Or I promise you'll never see her again. Not even her dead body.”Lauren’s eyes, defiant but scared, met the camera. “Alex, don’t,” she rasped, before a fist struck her jaw, silencing her. The video cut to black.Alex’s hands shook, rage boiling. “They’re torturing her,” he said, voice breaking. “Find them, Carter. I’ll give them anything, but I want their heads. I want my Lauren back.”“We’re tracing the upload,” Carter said, already dialing. “It’s encrypted, but we’ll crack it.”Alex stared at the blank screen, Lauren’s battered face burned into him. He’d failed her, let her doubt him, let her run. But he loved her, more than the contract, more than his pride. “I’m coming, Lauren,” he whispered, voice fierce. “Hold on.”His phone buzzed again—an unknown number. A new video loade
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Lauren stood at the passage of Alex’s house, her travel bag slung over her shoulder, the weight of her grief heavier than the load itself. The modern glass-and-steel facade loomed before her, cold and unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the warmth of her mother’s small apartment. Her chest ached so painfully she urged to clutch them in her hand, her eyes still raw from tears that wouldn’t stop. The threatening text from the unknown number burned in her mind—Stop, or you’ll end up like your mother—but it was her mother’s still face that haunted her the most. Who would want to hurt a woman like that? She wanted to believe it was all a dream, but everyday, it hot more realer than the last Coming here, to Alex’s, felt like surrender, but she had no choice.The door opened quietly before she could knock, and Alex was there, his wheelchair framed in the doorway, his face unreadable, as usual. “You made it,” he said, his voice softer than she had expected.“Don’t make a mountain out of it,” s
