LOGIN“What seems to be the issue?” Detective Charles asked. His brow furrowed in concern.Roy took a breath, clearly trying to stay composed. “Nayla was abducted from the hotel room. A man disguised as the room service took her; threatening her with a gun,” he said, his voice a bit shaky as he spoke. “We’ve seen the footage from the CCTV camera..we’ve also seen his face and he was recognized by the security staff but they currently cannot locate him.”Charles nodded, placing his hand against his jaw as he considered what Roy had just told him. “Did you check the room as well? The room she had stayed in?”“I tried,” Roy replied, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “But my high school friend owns the hotel. He let us watch the footage instead.”A frown creased Charles’s brow as he shook his head in dissatisfaction. “You need to check the room. Either your friend has a hand in this, or one of the staff does…even the security staff who was able to recognize the abductor. We need to
NAYLA’S POV.I sat on the edge of the bed, anxiety thrumming through me like a live wire. Marco had just called a doctor……Doctor Drew. My heart raced at the thought of being examined. What if I was truly pregnant? What would then be my fate?Marco wasn’t willing to let me leave, and worst, what if he goes ahead to claim my child? Fuvk! No! I can’t let that happen….I shouldn’t even be thinking like this.“Good day, Doctor Drew. It’s lovely to see you again,” Marco said, standing up and offering a polite handshake. His smile looked genuine, but I could sense the tension in his body as he stole glances in my direction. “Hello, Marco. And you must be Nayla,” the doctor said, turning his attention to me. He carried an air of professionalism, but there was something else….an unspoken understanding that flickered in his eyes as he regarded me. Marco cleared his throat, pulling my gaze back to him. “Nayla’s been feeling nauseous and throwing up. I just want to know if she might be……uhmmm….p
MNAYLA’S POV“How can I help you first? How can I kill these murderfuckers that want you and your brother dead?… I only need your permission for this one last kill,” Marco said, staring deep into my eyes, his jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides.“But you want us dead too, right? You were the person who was paid to have me and my brother killed? Which means you know who wants us dead, right?” I said, and he hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before nodding.“Yes, I know who wants you dead… but I don’t know if she could be harmed because she has a child and is pregnant with her second child as we speak,” Marco explained, his expression turning serious, brow furrowed in thought. But nothing about what he had just said made sense at all.“Are you trying to tell me the person who wants me dead is a pregnant woman?” I asked, feeling the air leave my lungs, my heart racing as I processed his words. I was even more shocked when he nodded in response to my question
ROY’S POV.I watched closely at the screen in front of us as it displayed what had happened that day……the day Nayla had checked in at the hotel.I saw Nayla walk into her room, accompanied by a room server who helped her wheel her belongings inside.For the next few minutes, nothing happened; she didn’t step out of her room, just a few guests walked by.“Fast forward until you see any movement from her door,” Collin said. I stared at him, about to question why he wanted to fast forward. I needed every detail, every movement. No matter how long it took.But the only problem was that I was getting impatient, and I could tell Collin was too, with the way he furrowed his brow and the tightness in his jaw as his eyes were intensely fixed on the screen.The security staff fast-forwarded the footage, just like he was instructed.“Stop!” I said, raising my right hand to halt him.In the footage, we could see a man who appeared to be a room service wheeling her food to her room. He glanced aro
MNAYLA’S POV“Marco…” My voice finally broke the silence, but I was unsure how to continue. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be evil for evil. You can choose a different path…Killing would only worsen the situation of the world, and who knows, you could probably make life harder gor a young boy who desperately needs help from the world,”“Killing is wrong…expecially from a man life you who had spent his life building a lagacy….most children who would be in that situation where everything was taken from them woukd have given up and maybe died from the heart ache. But no, you chose to be strong, and now you have become whi that boy vould never have imagined you would be. That would be the greatest gift you vould give to you little self, that is more than enough for you,” Tears filled my eyes, and I sniffed in my tears, wiping them away quickly. “I know what it’s like to lose everything. I was only eight when my life changed totally…..I di
NAYLA’S POVWhile I lay on my bed, wondering how I was going to get out of there without being caught again, I watched the door gently open, revealing Marco.He turned to close the door behind him, and I quickly adjusted my dress, trying to hide the mess I had made.“Nayla,” he said, walking slowly toward me.“You know one thing? You’re wrong… you are so wrong about me. I know I might seem scary and cruel. I know I might have betrayed your trust. But I want you to know I didn’t choose this path for myself. Killing was a form of therapy for me. A way I learned to survive.”His voice dropped, and sadness laced his words. A chill ran down my spine. What was he going to say next?Marco sat down next to me while I shifted because I still did not feel comfortable being so close to him.His gaze falling to the floor as he began to speak. “I grew up in Italy, in a neighborhood where nothing came easy. I didn’t have a silver spoon. My mother, who was a single mother, abandoned by my father, wo







