MegraThe sound of the gunshot shatters the night. It’s loud—deafening. My heart seizes in my chest, and a scream claws at my throat, but I can’t let it out. I’m frozen, every nerve ending in my body on fire, my mind racing with images of Nathaniel hurt, bleeding, or worse—dead.I can’t breathe. My hands tremble violently, and my pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilts under me, and I have to grip the arm of the couch to keep myself from collapsing. I hear Mia’s soft breaths, still steady and peaceful, unaware that her whole world might be falling apart. That’s the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind.I force myself to move, stumbling towards the door. Every step feels like dragging my feet through thick mud, each one heavier than the last. My legs are weak, threatening to wobble beneath me, but I push on; I have to. I have to know the fate of the man I love. The fear, the dread, the horrifying thought that Nathaniel might be lying out there in
NathanielAs I sit in the dim light of the cabin, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and regret. The events of the last few days play on a loop in my mind, every detail sharp and vivid. I can’t stop thinking about how we ended up here in this endless nightmare. Why is this happening to us? What did we do to deserve this relentless torment?I replay every moment since I met Megra, every decision that brought us to this point. The memory of the first time I saw her is still clear—how her presence had pulled me in, even though I’d tried to keep my distance. I was drawn to her in ways I couldn’t understand then, and even less now. From the beginning, it was complicated, but we’d weathered so much together. The betrayals, the pain, the moments of raw vulnerability—they all led to this, to us being here, barely hanging on.My mind drifts to our daughter, Mia. She’s so small and fragile, and yet she’s at the centre of this storm. I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault—that if it we
MegraMy body is filled with passion, a true sentiment for my time away from Nathaniel. I respond to every touch with eagerness as I am swept into waves of passion. My troubles are buried as I sink my nails into his back as his kisses ravage my neck. How could I have gone for so long without him, without his touch? For a moment, we forget that we are not alone in the cabin, and we fill the rustic air with our moans, each louder than the next. A reminder that we belong to each other.I lie in bed, the sheets twisted around my body, my skin still glistening with sweat. My heart pounds in my chest, a steady reminder of the passion that just filled this room. I can feel the warmth of Nathaniel’s body beside me, his breathing still heavy, his hand resting on my bare back. The air is thick with the scent of us—of our love, our need for each other. My mind swirls with a thousand thoughts, but one feeling stands out among the rest: happiness. For the first time in what feels like an eternity,
MegraAs the city comes into view, something catches my eye—a car, black and sleek, parked by the side of the road. It’s nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s something about it that sends a shiver down my spine. The windows are tinted, the driver is hidden from view.Nathaniel notices it too, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as we pass. I see his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Did you see that?” he asks, his voice low and tense.I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah, I saw it.”We drive in silence for a few more miles, but the feeling of unease doesn’t go away. Maybe it's just nerves—us second-guessing our decision to fight for our lives back. I try to relax, but if anything, my anxiety grows stronger, like a knot tightening in my stomach. I keep glancing in the side mirror, half-expecting to see the car following us, but it’s not there. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched and that someone knows exactly where we
NathanielSleep doesn’t come easily these days. I toss and turn in bed, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts and worries. I can still picture Megra rushing to my side, diving head first into danger. How did she get so brave? I look over at her, her face soft in the moonlight, a brief moment of peace across her features. I don’t want to wake her; I don’t want to disturb what little rest she can find. I carefully slip out of bed, moving quietly so she won’t stir, and pad softly into the living room.The air is cool, with a slight breeze drifting in from the open window. I stare out into the darkness, my thoughts running wild. What do I have to do to keep my family safe? To protect Megra and Mia from the shadows that seem to follow us everywhere? I think about the strength in Megra’s eyes and the fierce determination she’s shown these past few days. She’s not afraid to fight for us, to fight for our love. She’s stronger than I ever imagined, and that fills me with a pride I can hardly desc
NathanielCaution is my only friend now. I move slowly and carefully, every step deliberate, as I walk through the darkened streets toward the docks. The weight of what lies ahead presses down on my shoulders, making my every breath feel heavy. My mind replays the events of the past two years—a vicious loop of mistakes, betrayals, and unexpected turns. I can't afford another misstep, not now. I know that this might be a trap, but I am desperate.Two years ago, everything seemed so clear. Megra and I had just signed the contract—a bizarre, desperate arrangement that would make her my wife. It was supposed to be a fresh start, a way to secure our future and stabilize the family. But then the intruder came. Megra was almost killed, her life hanging by a thread after that vicious attack. I remember her lying in a hospital bed, her face pale, her body bruised. That was the beginning of everything falling apart.And then Anna appeared, like a storm that swept through my life, leaving nothin
MegraThe hospital doors swing open with a rush of cold air, and I push my way through, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I can't breathe, can't think straight. All I know is that I need to see him. Nathaniel. I heard what happened—Archer was shot, but what if it wasn’t Archer they were after? What if Nathaniel was the target all along and Archer just got in the way? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t lose him. Not now, not ever.The smell of antiseptics and bleach fills my nose, making me gag. My shoes squeak against the polished floor as I race down the corridor, my eyes darting around, searching for him. Fear grips me tight, and anger simmers beneath the surface. How many times are we going to have to look over our shoulders? How many more times will we be forced to watch our backs, never knowing who might come after us next?And then I see him. Nathaniel is pacing up and down the ER corridor, his face pale, his eyes wide with fear. He looks like he’s been t
MegraI walk back inside the waiting room, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The bright lights overhead buzz like a swarm of angry bees, making my head throb. I slump into a chair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My mind is spinning, replaying the events of the last day over and over again. Nathaniel in handcuffs, Andrew’s accusations, the cold, unfeeling words of the police officer. Ending up in this situation was never on my cards. How did everything spiral out of control? I have to help Nathaniel. I have to help myself and poor innocent Mia. I have to prove his innocence, but I don’t even know where to start.I look around the room, my eyes settling on Becca and Anna as they saunter towards me. They’re wearing those smug, satisfied smiles that make my skin crawl. Becca leans in close to Anna, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe she should be the one going to jail,” she says, glancing at me with a smirk.I try to ignore them and try to foc