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Hollis*****The sterile, whitewashed walls of the hospital loomed as I made my way through the dimly lit corridor. The muted beeping of machines and the soft murmurs of nurses felt suffocating, each sound dragging me closer to a place I wasn’t ready to face. My steps faltered as I reached the door to Hailey’s room. I stood there for a moment, my hand trembling on the handle. I didn’t know if I could go inside.The night’s events had carved deep gouges into my soul. My uncle’s words haunted me like a ghost, each syllable echoing: You’re already broken.But I wasn’t alone. Not really.I opened the door, and the sight of her hit me like a tidal wave. Hailey sat propped up on the hospital bed, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders, her face pale but resolute. Bandages peeked from beneath her hospital gown—a stark reminder of the nightmare she had endured. Yet her eyes—those fierce, stormy eyes—locked onto mine with unshakable strength.“You look like hell,” she said softly, a faint

****Hailey****The hospital room was eerily silent after Hollis left, his absence creating a void that felt almost physical. I sat back down, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My chest throbbed, a cruel reminder of the gunshot wound that had put me here in the first place. But my mind was far from the pain—it was on my children.Summer and Max were out there, scared, alone, and depending on us. Hollis was determined to bring them back, and I had no doubt he would stop at nothing. But I couldn’t just sit here, idle and helpless. I reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed the one number I thought might help."Kevin?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to steady it."Hailey? What’s wrong? Are you okay?" Kevin’s familiar voice filled the silence, concern evident in every word."It’s the kids," I said, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "Summer and Max. They’re gone. Derick took them to the safe house, but now they’ve disappeared."Kevin was silent for

Hailey****The darkness inched closer, creeping like a shadow over my vision. My lungs burned for air as Louise’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into my neck with terrifying precision. I gasped, struggling against the crushing hold, my head spinning, but his cold voice echoed in my mind like a hammer striking steel."Let Hollis see what happens when someone messes with me," Louise whispered, his breath foul and mocking in my ear.My fingers clawed at his wrist, desperate to break free, but my strength was fading. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. A distant part of me heard the faint buzz of my phone in my pocket—Hollis’s message. "I’m coming, Hailey. Just hold on." But could I hold on?Just as the edges of my vision blurred completely, a deafening crash broke through the suffocating silence. The door exploded open with such force that the hinges flew off the frame. A blur of motion followed—a dark figure charging toward me.Louise’s grip loosened for just a moment, and I drew i

The hospital corridor was quiet, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Louise Lacroix shuffled into the visitor’s lounge, the stillness of the room a rare comfort. The polished wood of the cane in his hand gleamed faintly in the dim light, its tap against the tile a sharp counterpoint to the silence. He settled into the worn leather chair, his weary body sinking into it with a sigh. His reflection in the glass was a ghost of a man—pale, gaunt, a shadow of the power he once wielded. But his mind remained sharp, still a force to be reckoned with.As he stared out the window at the bustling city below, his thoughts turned inward, a familiar game of strategy playing out in his mind. The Lacroix empire—his legacy—was his greatest triumph. And like any great strategist, he viewed those around him not as family, but as pieces on a chessboard. Every move, every sacrifice, had been for this—power, control, dominance.The echoes of past decisions reverberated in his mind, each one etche

Hailey****The mansion seemed to close in with every step, its air thick with mildew and the musty scent of decay. The halls stretched out endlessly, oppressive in their silence. Hollis was tense, every movement sharp, his grip on my hand tight. The weight of his past hung over him, but we couldn't let it consume us now—not when we were so close.We rounded another corner, and the hallway ahead was swallowed by darkness. At the end, a door was cracked open, a thin line of light seeping through. Hollis’s gaze fixed on it, his unease palpable. He paused, a flicker of dread crossing his face, as if some unspoken warning pulled at him."Stay close," he murmured, voice low but urgent. He tightened his hold on me as he pushed the door open.The door groaned as it moved, the sound echoing through the empty halls. Inside, the room was cold and musty, an air of neglect hanging heavy. It had once been opulent, but now it was a shell of its former self. Faded portraits lined the walls, peeling w