Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 26: risk it all . Being a maid was a generational thing in the Winston family. Her grandmother had been one, her mother had been one, and now she was one as well. Her father, who had been a driver for the rich families they served had drilled it into her head that despite the fact that every single person had been servants, she’d be the one to break out and let the Winston family finally experience other professions. Willow wasn’t too sure about that. If that was true, she wouldn’t be stuck serving family after family. She served a different family, one with a coldhearted head of house, whose shouts shook the entire foundation of the house and made all the other wait staff tremble in fear. Master Jonathan, they called him, and Wheein was utterly terrified of him. But there was one other person in the house that she didn’t mind, and it was Master Jonathan’s poor wife. Miss Arabella, though the title was nothing but show, as the woma
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 27: anything for her . Gael stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His mouth was dry as he looked at the other man, who glared at him, holding the phone at a distance while his other arm tightened around Willow’s throat, lifting her. The teenager gasped, thrashing and kicking and Gael realized that she was trying to claw her way out of the other’s tight hold. “Ahem.” Jonathan murmured, angling the camera so he couldn’t see Willow’s anymore, clearing his throat to get Gael’s attention. “Jonathan,” Gael murmured, low, hoping that his voice hid his tremble. “This issue is between you and me. Just us. Leave her alone. She’s an innocent kid. She has nothing to do with this.” He said lowly, urgently, hearing the way Willow’s gasps seemed to be further and further apart as the other’s hand tightened on her windpipe. “Is she?” Jonathan seethed, looking positively evil as he glared at the camera. “Then why the fuck did I
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 28: help . His shoes pinched his ankles. They were one of the nicer pairs, the ones he rarely wore out aside from award shows, and they were just as uncomfortable as any of the functions he actually attended. Given that there was a light sheen of sweat and he looked like he was about to puke up a kidney, it was safe to say that he was very uncomfortable right now, aside from his shoes being ill-fitting. “Breathe, Gael, hm?.” His wonderful makeup artist peeked up at him from underneath her straight bangs, harriedly patting a sponge against his face. Jana had been rather happy that she would be able to stretch her fingers and finally make him look nice for the public, but given that he was sweating all her hard work away, he wasn’t so sure that she felt the same way. “I’m trying,” He grumbled, but it lacked the heat, and instead came out breathy, too nervous. There was a reason that he didn’t do interviews–aside from just hating th
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 29: awry . Gael slid off the chair, onto his knees, and bowed, tears fully streaming down his face at this point. He could hear Irene’s slight gasp, the cameras whirring as they focused and centered on him. “To Willow’s family– you raised a strong, smart girl, and I’m so sorry her life was ended so quickly. She was doing something good for me, for us, and she lost her life, and I will be forever in your debt. To her family, to Willow, I’m so sorry.” He said, aware that his tears had yet to abate. He pulled himself back up to his kneeling position, eyes focused intently on the lens of the camera, moisture slipping down his features. “I ask for your help. I ask that you help me find Jonathan Baldwin and hold him accountable for the murder of an innocent teenage girl, and for the abduction and abuse of the love of my life.” He said, his voice surprisingly steady. He knew the photo he had given the director would have been put up, Jona
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 30: faraway . At first, it was like a warmth. A gentle warmth that caressed the nape of her neck, traveling up to her head. But as the temperature around her neck grew, so did her awareness–and the warmth was nothing more than her brain trying to convince her that there was no pain. She groaned as she was jostled, head hanging over something, and she swore she heard a little ‘shh’. She couldn’t open her eyes just yet, headache fierce and mouth dry–but whatever cloudy, submerged state she was in, it seemed to be dissipating from her. She almost longed for it for a moment, given that the pain that she was experiencing was quite uncomfortable, but she hadn’t had this much lucidity in such a long time. She could hear now, not feeling like she was dunked underwater. The crunch of gravel under someone’s shoes, the quiet breathing. There was a chirp, and suddenly, Arabella was being shifted away from someone’s arms, into a container. Th
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 31: two sides of life . The police receive intelligence that a person of interest is en route to their location, and tensions rise at the checkpoint. As the suspected vehicle approaches, officers prepare for a potential encounter. With a stern hand signal, an officer instructs the driver to pull over. The driver complies, slowly coming to a halt on the side of the road.The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as the officers cautiously approach the vehicle. They exchange quick, hushed words about the situation. The suspect is believed to be armed and dangerous, and the police are on high alert.With the driver's window rolled down, the officer at the driver's side cautiously asks for identification. As the driver reaches for their documents, there's a sudden, unexpected twist. In a split second, the driver seizes the opportunity and bolts from the vehicle, leaving the door ajar. The officers are taken by surprise but quickly
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 32: an end to a tormentor . Inside Gael's sprawling, luxurious home, the atmosphere was thick with anxiety. The walls adorned with awards and accolades seemed to pale in comparison to the dread that hung in the air. Gael, the charismatic superstar, sat on a plush sofa, his face etched with concern that seemed almost out of place in his glamorous surroundings. Beside him stood Louis, his steadfast manager and friend, his usually cheerful demeanor overshadowed by the weight of the news they had just received.News of the accident had spread like wildfire, leaving Gael and Louis in a state of shock. They had been trying to contact Faye since they heard about the accident, but the unanswered calls only deepened their unease. The television in the background played reports of the collision, and the pictures of the accident scene sent shivers down their spines. Faye's house lay along the route she should have taken that fateful evenin
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 33: all over? . In the dimly lit and hushed confines of the police station, the superintendent, a seasoned officer known for his relentless pursuit of justice, was locked in a deep conversation with the chief of police. Their faces bore the weight of the challenge before them, a formidable obstacle in the form of Jonathan Baldwin, a man shielded by money and power. Their duty was clear, but the path to apprehending Jonathan seemed obscured by his influential connections.The superintendent leaned forward, his voice a low and determined rumble. "We need a breakthrough, something that can pierce through the veil of wealth protecting Jonathan."As they deliberated on strategies and potential leads, the room was suddenly disrupted by the entrance of a police officer, who bore an expression of urgency. The superintendent and the chief of police turned their attention toward the newcomer, their curiosity piqued.The officer spoke with a