LOGINCara flipped the page of the magazine leisurely, almost like she had all the time in the world. She nodded every once in a while when she noticed a dress or shoe or bag she liked. It was a fashion magazine. She had been saving it for the day when she didn't have anything to do. She felt like there was no better time than this. She sat in the kitchen with a glass of juice in her hand that she sipped from every now and then. Romeo on the other hand was seated in the living room, casually scrolling through his phone. Jessica was losing her mind. "What is wrong with the both of them?! Huh? Forget Cara, Isn't he the one in charge now? Why is he just sitting here when we should be ready to do our plan?" Andrew casted her a glance and shrugged his shoulders. No one said a word to her. She didn't know who to turn to when all of them kept turning her away. "My friend is dying! My son might die too! And no one is going to do anything about it?" She demanded angrily. "How is it any of o
Cara immediately wished she hadn't put the phone on speaker. But there was no going back now. She felt tears burning behind her eyes. “And the child?” “The child is alive and awake, receiving constant care from nurses. But the cut runs deep, it's sure to leave a scar.”“How deep?” Cara's voice trembled now. “A gash along her little arm. All the freaking way. Thankfully, she didn't lose too much blood. It was like the motherfucker meant to cut her open– sorry for swearing.” “You don't have to be.” Cara tried to remain calm. “Thank you for the report, call me if anything else happens.” “Unfortunately, ma'am, I can't.” He suddenly said. Everyone stared at the phone. “What do you mean you can't?” Cara asked him. “After speaking with Mr Armani this morning, he told me to send updates directly to him only from now on, no exceptions.” Cara's eyes widened. “What?” “Yes ma'am.” He responded calmly. “No! You have to report to me! I chose you for this job by myself. I entrusted this t
Cara laid in bed, tossing and turning, she couldn't find the courage to let her eyes close for a single second. She kept staring at Alice's crib, watching the little girl sleep so peacefully in there. What would she do if it were her that was kidnapped? Would she act any differently from Jessica? For one, she knew she'd be hostile too. Sharp tongued and snapping at anyone who refused to let her go and find her child. She'd especially hold a grudge against anyone who said they should go to sleep and find the child tomorrow. But it wasn't her. It wasn't her friend. Things were different. But how different? It was still a human after all. She only felt bad for the poor child separated from his mother, all alone with a scary stranger who had probably attacked Rockie in his presence. Tears built up in her eyes and she didn't know why. They trailed down the side of her face and all she could do was let them. She didn't know why she was crying. Or maybe she did. Her emotions were su
Jessica stared at Cara wordlessly. She knew she always took her for granted, but she didn't know why she was so surprised to hear those words from her. Maybe because when they were best friends, Cara had always taken it all in without a word. But then, Cara wanted to maintain her friendship at all cost, now? Now it was different. She no longer had to protect anything so she didn't fear to say all her mind once and for all. Abigail stepped between the two ladies and put her hands to create a gap between them. “Okay,” she said. “Everyone is tense, it's only normal in a situation like this. But venting at each other will only get us moving backwards. “And I'm not saying this because I give a fuck about Jessica, I'm saying this because I am worried for the little boy in captive, and worried that everything happening is giving my best friend a migraine and giving her PTSD. I just want everything to end and everybody can be on their way. For real this time.” Jessica took a step back,
Cara was helped to her feet with the help of her husband and her best friend. Romeo offered her a glass of water which she cautiously sipped from. But it didn't make her feel any better. It failed to fill the dread inside of her. Jessica pushed through all of them. “Cara,” she crouched down to her knees in front of Cara who was now seated on the sofa. Cara flinched as Jessica's warm hands wrapped around hers. She suddenly felt so overwhelmed, being the one that had to pass such information to Jessica. Even though they were no longer best friends or even friends, she still hated seeing her breakdown. “Cara…” Jessica said her name more softly now, her brown eyes already gleaming with tears. “Tell me what happened. Every single detail. Give it to me, don't hold anything out. I know this is about my son so don't even think about lying to me.” Cara immediately removed her hand from Jessica's and wrapped it around hers instead. She was the one who would be needing comforting. “Jessi
Cara made dinner with the help of Camilla and Abigail. Since they were around, they all decided to stay for dinner before going home to pack for the one week vacation. Camilla was going to spend the night though, her husband would help her pack everything she needed. They all sat around the table, sharing small talks while eating. Jessica was silent, except for moments she kept cutting their conversation to ask Cara, “has your agent called?” Every single time she asked, Cara would give the same response. “Not yet.”Jessica barely ate, she was anxiously waiting for her son. She had missed Jeremy so much and was so anxious to see her son. After dinner, Cara was getting worried herself. But she didn't want Jessica to notice it. Not to mention, it wasn't exactly next door she had sent them too, they had gone all the way out of town, it would take a while to get there. She kept checking her phone as she cleared the table. In the living room, she watched her favorite show on their l
“Did you hear? The hitman, your friend's ex boyfriend right? He's been sentenced to twenty years in prison.” Romeo said to Cara. He waited for a response but didn't get any. When he stared closely at her, he realised that she was there but her mind was elsewhere. He placed a hand on hers as he ca
As she had all of their attention in the grasp of her hand, she took out her phone and played a recording. Murmurs immediately filled the hall at what they heard. It was none other than Sarah Knowles, begging Jessica not to let her secret be known that Chris was not the son of his father and that
Micheal was silent for quite some time, the words played around in his mind and refused to stop. Meanwhile Jessica stood there, satisfied, watching all the emotions play out on his face. Just what she wanted to see. She hit him playfully on the arm, "what are you thinking about so seriously?" She
Cara stared at her phone, beyond confused. Who could ever do such a thing to her? Why would someone write something so disturbingly annoying about her? What even made her more disheartened more was that it all sounded so true. Whoever wrote it fixed the pieces where they were not built for but mad







