Emma's fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly, her back arching with every thrusts from Lucas, her lips emitting a pleasured gasp. She quivered at the touch of his skin against hers, his grip both firm and tender as he directed their movements."Please don't stop," she pleaded, her voice barely audible as Lucas's hand found her hip, urging her on, urging her to take his entire length deep inside her.He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. " God! it feels so good being inside you. You are driving me crazy with the way you tighten around me" he murmured, his words sending a shiver of anticipation through her body as she tighten around him again, earning a groan from Lucas.She responded with a throaty moan, surrendering herself completely to him. "God you feel so big. Faster!," she whispered, her hips meeting his as the sound of their bodies meeting eachother echoed all over the room.Lucas felt the tension building within him, his body moving in perfect sync with hers as

"Emma, you have to understand this, Ethan Maddox is dangerous, i have known him way before you and i can tell he's just putting a mask on infront of you, very soon, the mask will be off and you will see the real devil that he is. If he found out what you're doing, he could kill you without a second thought," Lucas held onto her hand, his eyes pleading with her to comprehend the seriousness of the situation. " I can't afford to lose you Emma" "If that is what must be, then let it be," she declared with determination, turning away to settle into the comfort of her bed, drawing the covers up to her chest. "I chose not to confide in you because I did not want to burden you, Lucas. I did not wish to keep you in the dark.""What was the caller's demand?" Lucas asked, his voice strained as he dismissed her earlier statement."He insisted that he could assist me, but only after I provided incriminating information about you," she responded, hearing Lucas take a sharp breath."And what was yo

The sight of the firearm clutched in the man's hand sent shivers down Emma's spine."I had no idea you were bringing your friend," the man's words were laced with a threatening undertone as he stretched out the gun."Marco? What the hell, man?" Lucas's confusion quickly morphed into fear as the barrel of Marco's gun was aimed at him. Everything they had shared for the past six years, every memory of their friendship, was now clouded by this dangerous stranger.Emma's voice trembled as she pointed at Tina, who looked just as shocked as Lucas. "He's the one who called last night. He called her too."Lucas shook his head, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before him. "No, that can't be true. I know Marco."Emma's frustration boiled over. "It's the same Italian accent, Lucas! And he's not even denying it!"Marco's sly smile sent chills down Lucas' spine. "Your girlfriend is telling the truth, Lucas. You never mentioned she would be here today. That's not how friends treat each o

"We have spoken to Mr. Damien's wife," the officer continued, her tone unwavering but not accusatory. "She mentioned that Mr. Damien had discussed a situation with you, specifically the death of Sheryl Jones."Emma almost let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the real truth had not been revealed yet. But a question lingered in her mind. Why did Mr. Damien's wife lie to the authorities? Or was it Mr. Damien who had lied to his wife? She needed to find out. But first, she had to leave without getting herself into any trouble."That was not a situation," Emma blurted out, her voice shaking slightly. "Just two classmates reminiscing about what happened to Sheryl. The police never found the culprit. You never cared."The officer's expression softened, sensing Emma's frustration and bitterness. "We did our utmost, Emma. But now, we require your assistance. The passing of Sheryl, followed by your old time friend and classmate's, and now her own sister being shot – it all seemed to be conne

Emma's unsettled stomach heaved as she sprinted towards the bathroom. The ghastly scene of Sheryl Jones' gruesome murder that had just played out before her eyes was seared into her psyche like an inescapable nightmare. She found herself bent over the closet, vomiting until her throat burned and her chest heaved with exhaustion. Collapsing onto the tiled floor, she clenched her eyes shut, yet the disturbing image refused to dissipate.After what felt like an interminable amount of time, Emma dragged herself back to the room, her hands trembling as she closed the video. A wave of sympathy washed over her as she realized that Tina must have seen this too. How could anyone bear to witness such terror? How could one bear to watch a video of their own sister being brutally slaughtered?As she sat there, her heart still pounding, Emma's thoughts raced just as quickly as her pulse. How had Tina gotten her hands on this video? And what could have compelled Sheryl to capture such a chilling m