When Nora got conscious, she noticed that her hands were tied to the back of an iron chair in which she sat. She made an effort to struggle, but soon realised that it was useless. Nora raised her face to look at the place she was in. She couldn't make-out a thing since the room was dark-black. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and she closed them for a second. She has been caught! For the first time in Nora's life, she felt really afraid. Though she couldn't see a thing, she could tell a window in the room was open as a result of the breeze that caressed her skin. Nora felt tears trickle down her face. So this was how it felt to know you're close to your death? She felt some strange type of cold, and knew it wasn't from the breeze. The room smelt of sour ginger, but it was also oddly comforting—like a chicken locked up in an air-conditioned room right after being told that it was going to die ten minutes later. At least she wasn't dead yet, which was probably a good

Catherine walked to Nora's door, her feets hitting the ground in anger and impatience. “Nora!“ Nora could clearly hear her but she wasn't answering. She was writing some things she wanted to do if she ever got to live—despite Raven's plan for her. Darkie had drove her to somewhere not very far from her home with a black unlicensed vehicle. And it was almost 2a.m. when she got home. Catherine had been mad. She practically even had tears in her eyes as she opened the door for Nora to enter. Catherine screamed and constantly shook Nora while asking for an explanation of where and how she disappeared—but the strong-headed Nora never bothered to reply. Nora harshly pushed Catherine away from her, and walked over to her room after saying she “might” be in a good enough mood to explain later in the day. Then Catherine had called David, who immediately rushed over to the house with two bodyguards following after him since it was early morning. And even when David had also knocked on No

Alvin tapped his shoes on the floor as he waited. The only strange thing was that he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. He was inside a large hospital room with Nora who was lying unconsciously on the bed. Alvin was seated on one of the chairs close to the bed, and he was trying really hard not to breathe-in the antiseptic smell that hung in the air. He had arrived more than thirty-minutes ago, and single-handedly rushed to the owner of the private hospital and asked for a special and comfortable room to admit the green-eyed girl. The Hospital-CEO and the other doctors had been sceptical when they heard him. Alvin was practically talking and demonstrating like Nora was in a more difficult and life-taking situation than just passing-out. They had assured him that she'd be fine after they gave her a chance for air and loosen-up some parts of her tight clothing. But Alvin didn't listen; he insisted that they admit her until she wakes up. And now, her eyes were still closed w

Last chapter's continuation Nora was angry; so angry that she felt like beating the hell out of Alvin at that moment. So the reason he stopped her was because he wanted to say she forgot her bag? She suddenly pushed his hands off her and walked to the car with anger. “The doors are locked,” Alvin calmly stated. “I locked them with the key.“ He brought up the key for Nora to see, just for emphasis. “Then freaking open it!“ Alvin walked up to her. For some strange reasons, something in his head didn't want her to leave, even though that was probably the best thing to do. She couldn't work for him now, anyway. But maybe she could serve another purpose. “Are you going to open the door or not?“ Nora asked. “Or you want me to leave the bag for you?“ In her mind, she was wondering who she hated most between David and this guy. Alvin sighed. “You earlier said you won't let me slip away from your hold.“ “That was before your father came and said to my face that I'm foll

Last chapter's continuation… Nora's POV I woke up to the sounds of two people's laughter. Weird. Catherine never brought anyone to the house. I felt weak. There were so much pains on my legs and hands like I was beaten in my dreams. My head felt heavy, and I suddenly knew I developed a migraine. I slowly got up from where I laid on, and realised with a pang that I was still in the business suit. Why hadn't I… I heard voices coming from outside, and suddenly got a recollection of everything that happened. “That woman,” I muttered. “Catherine said she is my mother.“ I soon realised that I wasn't on my bed but on the big cushion in the sitting room. Jesus! Did I really go unconscious for the second time today? I stood up from the cushion entirely and went outside. My gaze fell upon the woman and Catherine seated across each other, laughing cheerfully while playing cards. I suddenly clenched my fists in anger. What was this woman doing here? And why does Catherine f