บททั้งหมดของ RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

“Whatever the case, Gia, we will win. You slayed that monster before, sis. I am sure that even now, you will. We will.” Grace says.Right!Did I?No!Because if I did, we would not be here worried sick of the beckoning doom. Things would be peaceful. So, as long as that monster is breathing and roaming freely, I cannot count what I did to Ejay as a win. I was robbed of that win.“But at the expense of what, Grace? I do not want to imagine what Deep is going through in the hands of that monster. And all this is because of me. If something happens to Deep, I will never forgive myself.” My heart is breaking into a thousand pieces at the mere notion of Deep being with that monster. I hope with everything that I hold dearest that I am wrong about this. Everything else can be true. I can handle that. But not this.“Your problem is blaming yourself for problems in the whole world. You did not take Deep to that monster. If this is true, then it is not your fault at all. It is that monster’s t

“Actually, he is not in jail.” Grace and I snap at Deep’s father. He is not in jail. How did… “My son told me the whole story. Sorry, Gia. What is getting me confused right now is how a dead mother is supposedly holding my son captive. What sense does that make?"“Dead? That man is dead and not in jail." His wife snaps. “How come I do not know this?” She adds, glaring at her husband with questioning glances.“Nobody was supposed to know. I only pushed my son into a corner to tell me the truth.” Mr. Azzua explained to his wife and gave her a look that said, ‘Do not ask for more’.“So, if the man is dead, then who has my son because I don’t believe even in the ghosts of Mombasa, which are believed to be real? Explain yourself, Gia! Nothing is making sense here.” Deep’s mother speaks.“We have suspicions that Ejay is alive! He is the only one who can do all these things that are happening to us.” Grace speaks on my behalf, shocking the hell out of them.“Okay. I think we need to start th

"I didn't know this would happen!" I plead yet again, tears streaming down my face. "I tried to keep him safe."Sure you did.” The sarcasm in that “Your past caught up with you, and my son paid the price! He is paying the price for you." Mrs. Azzua's voice cracks with anguish. "You should be the one missing, not my son! You should be the one going through what Deep is going through, Gia."I hunch my face down, nursing the beardown of the weight of Mrs. Azzua's words crushing my spirit. Will she ever understand me or forgive me? In a way, I understand where she is coming from as a mother. I can understand her fears, worries, pressure to find her son, and the frustrations of not knowing where he is and how he is doing. I can understand all that. But can’t she understand that I would have never wanted this cursed monster to come back to life? I mean, come on! Why would I have wanted this? "I understand your worries, and I accept the blame. If I knew this is how things would turn out, bel

“Din’t you try asking Ejay why he hated Deep so much? Maybe this could have been resolved sooner. Maybe things would not have gotten to this.” Deep’s mother speaks again, scouring her tears.“I did. Not just once. But he refused to tell me. All he kept saying was that he was better than Deep. The last thing he told me that day before I shot him in the desert was that he would take that secret to the grave. That he would never give me the pleasure of knowing why.” I explain, remembering his words so clearly. And now I understand why he said it with a sinister smirk. He knew how deep this tangle was.Deep's parents exchange a glance, a mixture of shock and regret in their eyes.“Deep did not know that he had a half-sibling?” I asked out of the blue.Mr. Azzua emits a bitter, deep sigh. And he speaks with a deep voice tinged with remorse and shame. "No. He doesn’t. We thought it was best to keep that part of my past away from Deep. There was no point in telling him because I thought I ha

Finally, as the beautiful full moon cast its silvery glow over the city with Gia lying wide awake beside my sister, who was fast asleep, her room was steeped in shadows. An air of anticipation lingered, fueled by the distant sounds of music drifting through her window. It was the night of the much-anticipated music gala, an event she'd longed to attend, intertwined with the allure of the Wild Waters, an enigmatic place rumored to hold mystical allure after dark.Gia glanced at the clock—midnight, the bewitching hour when adventure beckoned. For safety, she could not have sneaked out any earlier in order to not alert her sister. With a racing heart, she slid out of bed, careful not to disturb her slumbering surroundings. She tiptoed across the room, her movements purposeful yet surreptitious, slipping into an elegant ensemble she'd tucked away, waiting for this clandestine moment. Music always turned her wild, and now the Wild Waters groove was awakening all her wild senses with the sl