LOGINROY’S POV.(continued)My phone buzzed against the counter again. I frowned, wondering who it could be. I picked up the phone and saw that it was Detective Charles. I took a deep breath before answering the call.“Roy! I just heard some news about Nayla being found. Is it true?” Charles asked, his voice loud with surprise.“Yes, it’s true,” I replied, unable to suppress the relief that washed over me. I thought he was call to tell me some bad news. I didn’t want any of that. “How? How did you fine her?” Detected Charles asked, his voice filled with amusement.“Honestly, I am still marveled at how I found her, It was really by accident. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her.”“That’s incredible,” he said, his tone softening. “I’m glad she’s safe. But I have to ask… the abductor—did they catch him?”I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, he’s already been arrested.”“Did Nayla tell you anything about what happened?” The urgency returned to his voice, and I could hear the
NAYLA’S POV.I sat at the dining table, glancing around as I tried to soak in the familiar surroundings. It felt strange, almost like I had forgotten what my own house looked like after everything that had happened.Roy was in the kitchen, busy making breakfast, and I could hear the clattering of pots and the delicious aroma that stirred my hunger. I was starving as hell, and with each passing second, the urgency to eat grew stronger. I tapped my fingers nervously on the table, feeling light-headed at the thought of passing out if I didn’t eat soon.Moments later, Roy appeared, emerging from the kitchen with a big glass cup of smoothie. He set it down in front of me, and relief washed over me. “Ah! Thank goodness,” I thought, a small smile breaking through my anxious face. “The food will be ready soon. Have this while you wait, okay?” he said, his voice warm. I nodded, reaching for the cup, my hands slightly trembling with impatience.He turned to head back to the kitchen but paused,
NAYLA’S POV.The nurse had just wrapped my leg in a bandage, her left hands moving confidently as she explained how to take the pain medication with a softness that eased my anxiety a bit….Thank God it wasn’t that bad, because I had already began to feel a bit relived. I watched her leave the room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving just me and Roy. A pang of hunger gnawed at my stomach, and I brought my gaze to him. “I really want to go home now. I haven’t eaten all day,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, but I noticed a frown forming on his face, his brow furrowing with concern. “Who was that guy? The man who tried to kill you? Was he the one who abducted you from your hotel?” Roy asked, his voice cold….. My eyes widened in surprise. How did he know that?“H... how did you know I was kidnapped from my hotel?” I stammered, my heart racing. Roy averted his gaze for a moment, tension radiating from him as he looked away, then met my eyes again.“Nayla, you do not know th
NAYLA’S POV.I finally gathered the courage to tell Roy about my pregnancy, though the words felt heavy on my tongue. I still had to tell him, even if I was scared of his reaction.Not just his reaction, but what the world had to say about it… siblings having a child together. No one is willing to care if we are related by blood or not. All they care about is the atrocious act… the fact that both siblings had sex.But I don’t see Roy that way. I had never seen him as a brother. He had always been the man of my dreams… the man I had always wanted to be with.“Roy, I’m pregnant…”For a moment, time froze. His eyes widened in shock, and I could see a mix of emotions wash over his face… confusion, disbelief… and then overwhelming joy.“W... wait, you’re…” He paused, as if gasping for air. “Pregnant?! You’re pregnant?” he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement.I nodded, covering my mouth with my palm as I tried to contain my own excitement. My legs didn’t hurt anymore… an
ROY’S POVEverything happened so fast…..him shooting at me, me shooting back at him. My heart raced as I watched him fall to the floor, his gun slipping from his hand. I didn’t act too fast because the last thing I wanted was for him to shoot at Nayla… Because I know he would have.“Roy!” Nayla called to me, her eyes wide with fear and surprise. I could see the trembling in her lips, and relief washed over me as I realized there was no gunshot wound on my body. Ah! Thank God...Thank God she wasn’t hurt, because gor a second, I thought the man’s bullet had hit her or something….Thank God she’s safe….safe with me again.I turned to the man I had just shot. He held his legs, screaming loudly in pain as blood gushed out from his thighs. The sound twisted my stomach, but my anger grew even more . How dare he keep Nayla hostage? For what reason?(Siren Wailing)Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the police arrived at the scene. Panic seized me, causing me to drop my gun, because I k
Marco walked toward me, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me dangerously. I felt my heart racing like a drum in my chest. Oh! God, he’ll kill me.Every instinct screamed at me to run, yet my legs felt glued to the ground, frozen in fear. Summoning every ounce of strength, I pushed myself up, even though my injured ankle protested painfully, sending sharp spikes of discomfort coursing through my body. But I didn’t care about the pain….escaping Marco was all that mattered. I turned and began to limp toward Roy, my vision blurring with fear as I saw his expression shift.His eyes widened in alarm as he paused in his tracks, a look of shock and fear crossing his face. He wasn't staring at me; he was looking behind me, and the sight of his existence sent a chill through my veins.I stole a glance back at Marco, and my stomach dropped. He had drawn a gun, pointing it directly at me, Anger radiating from his every pore. The rage in his eyes made it clear to me that he was willing to end me







