I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I had made my choice, leaving behind
But what if Amy's call wasn't a manipulation? What if she was genuinely in distress?
My mind raced with worst-case scenarios. The waterfront, Amy's words echoing in my head: "If you don't come within 15 minutes, you won't see my face again."
I glanced at my watch, anxiety gripping my heart. Time was running out.
The cab screeched to a halt at a red light. I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Hurry," I urged the driver.
The driver nodded, accelerating as the light turned green.
We weaved through traffic, every second counting.
Finally, the waterfront came into view.
My heart sank.
What would I find?
Was I already too late?
The cab pulled up to the waterfront.
I leapt out, racing toward the spot where Amy said she'd be.
"Amy!" I called out, scanning the area fr
Kyle accompanied me to the room and once inside, I headed straight to the bathroom to dry off, the warm towel a welcome comfort against my chilled skin.As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but think about Kyle's behavior.If he truly pitied me, wouldn't he just let me go? Or was he trying to be kind so I'd stay? The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth, I had no intention of staying here any longer than I had to.After drying myself off, I opened the bathroom door, expecting the room to be empty. But to my surprise, Kyle was still there.He stood there and we looked at each other for what felt like forever. Then I sat down at the vanity, ready to dry my hair. I reached for the hair dryer, but before I could grab it, Kyle swooped in and took it from me."Well, let me help you," he said with a small smile and I was taken aback.Help me blow-dry my hair?I took the dryer back from him
The ride back home was silence, a heavy stillness that filled the car. I didn't wanna ask him anything, didn't wanna pry into the thoughts that seemed to be consuming him. Whatever he was up to, I just hoped it wouldn't affect him or anyone.When we got to the mansion, I unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to look at him, but he was already looking at me."Thanks for today," I said, trying to break the silence, but he only smiled. It was a small smile , the kind that hinted at unspoken words."I'm sorry, but I won't be escorting you inside," he said and I nodded"No need, it's okay," I saidAs I was about to unlock the car door so I could get out, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his hand around mine and before I could react, he pulled me into a hug. It was a sudden, unexpected movement, and I felt a rush of surprise and confusion.I tried to break off from the hug, but he only tightened his hold, his arms wrapping around me lik
As his lips touched mine, anger burst inside me. I pushed him hard, my hands flat against his chest."What's wrong with you?" I snappedHe stumbled back, looking surprised himself then ran his fingers through his hair and headed upstairs.I felt gross, like he had left a bad taste on my lips. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.DK stood there, his face blank. I couldn't read him. Was he shocked or just watching? I didn't know."Can we still go?" I askedHe glanced up the stairs where Kyle had stormed off, then back at me. His expression was hard to read, but his nod was clear.———-I sat beside DK in the car, the silence between us thick. He stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the road, but his expression was far-off. Like he was a million miles away. I looked at him, trying to get a read on what was going on in his head, but nothing."So, where are we going?" I asked, brea
On sighting me, Lucas rushed towards me, his worried expression was unmistakable."Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning my body as if searching for any signs of harm. I took a step back, and he quickly composed himself. "Err, sorry about that," he muttered, his voice trailing off."I was just..." he paused, seeming to struggle for words. "Well, I'm glad you're okay," he said finally, his gaze drifting towards the police station before returning to me."What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone casual, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about him. I studied his face, trying to pinpoint what was bothering me, but he just looked concerned. Still, my instincts told me to be cautious.I was convinced Lucas knew something about the Prescott family, and now his presence at the police station only added to my suspicions. The silence between us grew awkward, and despite my efforts to break it, the words wouldn't come.
I went downstairs with the documents in my hand, but I didn't see Kyle anywhere. I checked his room and knocked on the door, but there was no response.I then went to the pool area, but he wasn't there either. I was getting frustrated and was about to head back upstairs when I saw him sitting on the couch.I walked towards him, my anger and frustration building up with each step. I threw the document at him, the papers fluttering through the air. "What is this nonsense?" I yelled, my voice echoing through the room.He looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine. "The price for you to pay," he replied,I was taken aback by his response. I looked at the document and my eyes widened in shock."This is...this is absurd," I said, my voice rising. "A fine of $1 million???"He leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "Actually, I could've extended it to 5 because that's actually little," he said, his word
As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a nurse's steady hands adjusting the drip, her fingers moving with a practiced ease that belied the complexity of the task.I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my mind, and my gaze drifted around the room. That's when I saw her…..Freya, standing a few feet awayI rubbed my eyes, wondering if the pain medication was playing tricks on me.What was Freya doing here? I must be dreaming.But as I winced in pain, Freya's voice cut through the fog, "Ma'am!" she yelled, rushing towards me with a look of concern on her face.I tried to process how she had ended up here, but my mind was a jumble of fragmented memories … Lucas and Kyle fighting, fists flying, and then...and then I remembered the searing pain and the feeling of something spreading down my abdomen.Freya's face was inches from mine, her eyes scanning my face with both worry and relief&n