James
I checked my phone before groaning and running down the stairs. It was almost midnight and someone was ringing the bell and banging the door. I can hear one ring. There was no need for such a ruckus.
“Do you know what time this is?” I said, opening the door looking annoyed.
“Oh good,” he sighed. He looked a little frantic, “I’m Marko,”
“Yes?” I looked at him.
“Is Faith here? I have been trying to call her and we only thought to check -”
“What are you talking about?” I interjected.
“She is my sister and we haven’t heard from her for hours,”
“What?” I blinked, “Come in,” I said, opening the doo
Harper 9 hours ago The chocolates Conrad sent were a lot of help because Faith and I had finished the whole box before we went to ice cream. I had told Faith what I saw in my brother’s room and she had, pinky promised not to breathe a word and she was going to help me discreetly do research. I had left my brother alone and I knew he was going to come around. I was going to make him his favorite meal and apologize. I’m sure it will be a long way but I was going to apologize until I knew for sure he would forgive me. I will admit I was wrong and I shouldn’t have been nosy and a troublemaker. “Did you order something?” I looked at Faith who shook her head. “Maybe it’s Conrad back with more chocolate,” she grinned as the doorbell rang again. I pushed myself up and ope
Chapter 88 Nick This is good. Better than Jay following her. She was smart because of everything she said. She could tell from day one that she was being followed. If it wasn’t for her smartness and meddlesome I wouldn't have known about the bracelet. To think James has it all these years and didn’t know what it contains. I might have an alliance with my father but I wasn’t going to tell him about my discovery. His input was helpful but I was the boss and I still kept a close eye on him. He can move around the house but if he makes a slight move I wouldn’t hesitate to have him taken care of. “Come in,” I shouted in my office. “S-sir there is a boy here to see you,” I looked up at Dani. “Does this boy have a name
James We were at the station in Romans office waiting for him. Nigel was refusing to just hand me the bracelet so I can go and hand it over and get my sister back. I know it wasn't that simple. We have dealt with so many kidnappings before and it was never that simple but I was willing to make it easy. “What’s taking him so long?” “Relax,” I looked at Nigel who fell silent. He has been telling me to relax since two in the morning and now it is almost noon. We have been trying to do this alone as I was instructed in the envelope. No cops. Yeah right. I was a cop but guess this was an exception. “Will you stop doing that? You are making me nervous.” “We shouldn’t be in here,” I said, “Y
Harper “Faith!” I called. “Fay! FAY!” “Harper,” there was a whisper, “Harper… I can hear… I can’t see you. Harp… I’m -- I’m sc-scared,” “Breathe,” I spoke. “I can’t see… get this off… please… someone take it off,” she screamed. “Fay!” I took a breath. I tried to move the chair, “Keep talking, I come to you.” I don’t know how we got to be strained and blindfolded. We must have fallen asleep or drugged. I couldn't tell if it was day or night. Everything was pitch black. I could hear Faith wheezing. She was having an asthma attack. I needed to calm her down. “I’m almost there,” I said, “Keep talking,” I encouraged as I followed her voice and
Nick All I needed was for James to crack. I needed to put more pressure. I was angry and left the mansion, solving nothing. I thought filling my father on our progress would get him on board, but he was just cranky today. He seemed more interested in the food than in everything I told him. First it was James. Now it was her sister. What was it about that family and getting on my nerves? I placed my fork and knife on the table and looked at my father. This diner felt pointless.We were never the type of family bond over dinner. “Are you going to say something?” I asked. “What do you want me to say?” he looked at me before he went back to focusing on his plate. "It's not like you will listen to me."
Morgan I looked down at my phone and saw messages from Lara. She was with Nick. She was ranting about why I was calling Nick suddenly. I asked her where they were headed, but she didn’t reply. I bet I knew why Nick suddenly hung up on me. My bet she was enjoying the time she was having with Nick more than what her original intention was. I just hope she knows what she was doing considering she was right in the lion’s den. I clenched my fist furiously, remembering the reason I called Nick. He was trying to bankrupt all my personal businesses under my nose. The projects I had worked hard for on my own without the help of my father or the family name. I will not let that happen. He took advantage of the arrest. If it wasn’t for one person who had the shred of loyalty, I wouldn’t have known about this. He was doing this slyly, like the s
James I have been going around in circles. It has been almost a day since Harper and Faith were taken. I was going around trying to get help, but no one will help me. They wanted me to relax and wait. I couldn’t wait because she was the only family I had and I couldn’t lose my baby sister. I had been hard on her about the article she wanted to write. I should have understood and taken it easy on her. She was strong willed like me and she would do anything to make sure she executed her research beautifully. I couldn’t blame her for this. I just hope she was fine so I could tell her how proud I am of her for doing this. “James, did something happen?” Marko asked when he saw me in front of his doorstep. “Can I come in?” I felt uneasy standing in front of the entrance.
Nick I had Lara handled for now last night. I needed to figure out how to handle everything else that has been going on. It was all too much, but I refused to admit that to my father. He would rub it in my face or worse, call me weak. Memories of my childhood flashed in my head. A constant reminder of everything I had to endure through with my father. The demeaning words and the insults. The clawed in my head trying to scratch through to break me, but I refused. Breaking down would mean going somewhere dark. I didn't want to go back there. I squeezed the stress ball harder. The stupid the shrank in my hand. This was not even reaching the surface to being therapeutic for me. The only other thing would be to take the damn calming pills, but I didn't those. I don't want to be high and relaxed. I need to focus. Control and calm. I c