All Chapters of Knots & Tie : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Honey. Lorenzo’s men approached us and raised him from me. They hauled him into a black sedan, tires screeching as they sped off. Others chased after Carlo. Lorenzo was immediately taken to the hospital and attended to upon arrival. His men waited with me outside the OR. I paced around the narrow hallway, both shocked and worried that Lorenzo had saved me. Just a night before, he had threatened to kill me so why did he save me? Why? The question spun in my head until the world tilted. My knees buckled, and the cold tiles rushed up to meet me. I collapsed by the OR doors, darkness swallowing me whole.The moment I woke, I found myself in a ward, wearing a blue hospital gown and lying in a bed. I sat up, looking around in confusion. How long had I passed out and why? I must have fainted because of all the anxiety and pressure I was under. I brushed aside the bedsheet and got down from the bed. Something stung my wrist, tugging tightly. I looked down at it, surprised to see an IV fluid

Honey. I got into my car and drove to my workplace. In the afternoon, I went to pick Leo from school and met his teacher sitting by a desk, checking some notes. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, looking around the almost empty classroom. “Where is Leo?” The teacher dropped her book, looking confused. “His father came to pick him not quite long.” His father? The whole room closed up on me and my heart sprinted. I dragged air into my lungs, trying to calm myself down. I must have misheard what the teacher had said. “I need to see my son. Where is he?” I asked again, my voice sharp. The teacher stood up, her face almost mirroring mine. Confused and bothered. “I don’t understand…” she pointed at the exit of the classroom. “A man came earlier and told me he was Leo’s father. He said–“ My face hardened. “How can you let a stranger take him without seeking my consent?” The teacher froze, her face pale. “I… I thought he was his father.” “No, he is not!” She touched her chest, looking

Honey. Lorenzo’s brow furrowed, confusion masking his face. “Your son?” He questioned. “You have a son?”My face hardened. “Don’t act like you didn’t find out about it. I know you kidnapped him, where is he?”Instead of answering me, he nodded his head, looking like he was finally understanding what was happening. “So that's why you left. You went with that bastard and had a child for him. And now what? Your son got missing and now you think I kidnapped him?”I moved close to him, my hands clenched. “Isn’t that what you did?” “I have no business with your bastard child,” he said, his voice tightening with emotions. “If you are that desperate to find him then go meet his father.”“That’s why I came to you. So where is he?”He smirked wickedly. “Do you think I’m just going to tell you that easily? That bastard you call your child should have never existed,” he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me close to him before grunting. “You are mine, Honey. Always meant to be mine. And if you thi

Lorenzo. I went straight to my room and picked up Honey’s phone. I sat down at the edge of my bed and found my way to unlock it. While searching through her phone, I stumbled upon a picture of a young cute boy, but what caught my attention was how he was almost identical to me. It was like I was staring at a younger version of myself. Was he the son Honey was talking about? The boy looked like it was around five years old. That was how long Honey had left LA. I sat up on the bed, studying the features of the boy. He was darker in complexion, but he had striking gray eyes like mine. Was Honey saying the truth? Was Leo indeed my son?Honey and I hadn’t had sex after Michael took her away and I had seen her for months while she was with Michael and there hadn’t been any signs that she was pregnant so how was it possible that I was the father of her son? It was hard to believe. Especially since I knew she was sexually intimate with Michael. Adding everything up, this child should be fo

Lorenzo.The next day, Mark was found and brought to the mansion. The moment I was told that he had been caught, I left what I was doing and went to meet him in the basement where he had been tied up. He tensed up when he saw me, looking around in confusion. “What is going on?” He asked, fear glinting in his eyes. “Why am I tied up?”I raised my brow up, giving him a malicious look. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know why you are tied up?” He recoiled into the chair, casting his gaze down before saying. “I don’t understand what is happening here. I haven’t done anything wrong so why am I tied up like this?” He questioned, trying to act offended. I smirked, nodding my head. “It seems you want me to take things the hard way,” I said and shrugged. “Just so you know, that will be my pleasure, but given our history, I will give you one last chance. Tell me everything you know and I will forgive you just this once for what you have done.”Mark bit his lips, his eyes contemplating