Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Under Fire: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

AmberWhen the front desk at my building called to say that my mother was downstairs wanting to see me, I almost couldn't believe it. At first, I thought it was some crazy fan of mine who was pretending to be my mother just to get permission to get in there, but if that was the case, it was fine. I had bodyguards who could quickly get rid of the unwanted person, so I sent her up. And when I answered the door, there she was dressed suspiciously with that cap and hospital mask, blushing his face like she was a fugitive from the police. "Mom…?" I asked, really surprised to see her there. She took off her cap and mask and threw herself into me in a tight hug. “It's me, my princess. I'm so happy to see you finally...” she said, all excited. Her hug was the same as when she hugged me when I was a child. She loved to wrap me in her arms and protect me from everything and everyone. At that moment, even though I was in a different position than her, I couldn't help it, and my arms went up t

NancyI almost couldn't believe the extent of the betrayal my own daughter put me through. One moment I was remembering the times she and I played with dolls, and the next, I saw her hard look as she closed the door and locked me inside her closet. It was there that I realized that everything was lost. Jake was right this whole time, but I insisted on being foolish. How did I let this happen..? Tears fell into my eyes as I was bent over the floor holding the door, my limbs trembling as if I were cold, despair washing over me as I realized that I had simply screwed up. All the plans that Jake and I exchanged, everything we came up with so that I could get rid of the Mortons, so I could have my happiness once and for all, have all gone down the drain now because of the decision I made. What a wrong decision. Why did I have to ignore the many signs that my daughter always gave me over the years? All those red flags that she gave through her behavior, but I decided to sweep everything

NancyThe heat was oppressive, turning the terrace of Amber's building into a suffocating cauldron. My eyes widened when the closet door opened, and there he was—the devil himself. Bruce Morton. The macabre smile on his face, looking at me like I was a mouse trapped in a trap, made me shudder. “Finally, Nancy. I can finally dominate you,” he said, with a smile that gave me chills. I gasped fearfully, moving away from him and going deeper into the closet until I felt my back hit the wall. There was no way out for me; Bruce Morton was in front of me, standing there in the doorway, with his bodyguards on either side of him. . “She’s completely out of control, Daddy. Please take her home and take care of her,” my own daughter said those words looking at me with pity. “Don't worry, my dear, I'll know how to take care of your mother,” her father said, entering the closet, still smiling victoriously. “What do you think you're doing, Bruce? Do you think you're going to make me go with yo

Glory MortonI was sitting at the dinner table, trying to pretend everything was normal, but my heart was sinking. The Mortons' dining room was always a spectacle of opulence: crystal chandeliers shone above us, casting sparkling reflections on the long, polished mahogany table. The aroma of roasted meat with fresh herbs and caramelized vegetables should be comforting, but today it only served to increase my discomfort. I looked around the table, trying to find any signs of concern on the others' faces. Everyone knew that Bruce had dragged Nancy back home and locked her in the underground room. My husband, Charles, was sitting at the head, enjoying his red wine, oblivious to the situation. It was as if he didn't care that his daughter-in-law was being held prisoner. Peter, Bruce and Nancy's ten-year-old son broke the silence. "Dad, when can I see Mom? I miss her."Bruce wiped his mouth with the linen napkin, his expression as unfazed as ever. "In the right time, Peter. Now she's rec

AmberThe day dawned gray, reflecting exactly how I felt inside. The news about Kris and my father's note echoed in my mind like an endless nightmare. I couldn't find the strength to get out of bed, much less to meet my friends. My life, once perfect and immaculate, was crumbling before my eyes. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, tossing and turning in bed, wracked with guilt. As the sun began to illuminate the room, a feeling of hopelessness came over me. The guilt of having handed my mother into the hands of a man as monstrous as my father was consuming me. Still lying down, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of the mansion in Denver. My intention was to talk to my mother, but I knew I needed to be subtle. The maid answered on the third ring. "Hello, Morton Manor," said the maid, her voice soft and subservient. "Pass it to my brother, now," I ordered without even greeting her. I wasn't in the mood for formalities or pleasantries. "Yes, Miss Amber, one moment