All Chapters of A Love Worth Healing : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DADDY DEARESTSavannah staggered out of the restrooms looking horror-stricken. She stumbled along the stairs and tried her best to regain balance. Her legs would not cooperate, and the next thing she felt was a sharp pain through her back.Was she badly injured? She saw a masked man in all black approach her as she lay on the cold floor, helpless. “You can’t escape me, my dear.”This must have been a dream. She desperately wished it was. Only she felt it when he put his hands over her mouth once she screamed. It was all real. Had anyone heard her?She tried to scream again, but the mysterious man’s large, gloved hands muffled her cries for help. The pain was becoming unbearable by the second.There was a sharp, stabbing sensation from her lower back to her legs. Her eyes teared up, blurring her vision. All she heard was the sound of footsteps approaching, before all she saw was darkness.She woke up in a white room, from the walls to the sheets, it felt strange yet familiar. She knew

HAVE EACH OTHER“What was that about?” Savannah asked Mr. Andrew immediately after she heard his mother’s footsteps fade. They were under the covers together, facing each other.“She knows about us now.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, Savannah. She’ll have to live with that.” Savannah could not look him in the eye.“I love you, too. There’s just so much working against us being…” He held up his index finger to her pink lips.“Shush, my love, we have each other. It’s us against everything else.” They whispered to each other’s ears till sunrise.“Wake up, angel.” It was Mr. Andrew in a fresh change of pajamas. She could tell he had just showered, thanks to his wet brown hair that she wanted to brush off his face.He was already kissing her before she even fully opened her eyes. She was showered with kisses all over her face and neck. “Okay, okay, I’m awake now.”She was pushing him off of her, giggling uncontrollably. He was getting comfortable on top of her and did not anticipate

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDEMr. Andrew was sorting out the files on his smooth, spacious mahogany desk, leisurely turning in his office chair. He was more revived than ever before.He did not notice when he started humming to himself. A contented man with everything finally looking up for him.If he ever lost the will to live, Savannah would reignite it in him. She gave him a new reason to fight for his life.He momentarily stared at the framed picture of them dancing hanging on the wall. She looked majestic in his arms as he guided her through the dance floor. What a sight they were when they were together.She was safe now. He promised himself, knowing it was a consolation. There was no telling when Mr. Grant would strike again. There was no way he was going to give up the fight for his daughter.An abrupt call rudely disrupted his reverie. It was a close informant of his; he was not expecting any intel, so the call came as a surprise to him.“The Death Angel Abel is back in tow

WHERE IS SHE? There was an eerie feeling of confusion inside the motel room. Mr. Grant was there alongside Abel. The commotion in the parking lot had caught their attention. “Boys, go check out what the noise is about.” Abel delivered his orders with such injunction that it was admirable. He carried his pride around intact, giving no room for his authority to be questioned. His dressing hinted at his status; the designs had no imprint, they just screamed money. His strong cologne filled the room before he arrived and lingered long after his departure. Mr. Grant felt menial beside him; he was a nobody here. No one knew his name, and no one cared to. The men wasted no time striding out of the room properly armed. The news of his daughter’s successful capture had shocked him. He was ominous as to whether everything would work out with that billionaire in the picture. He was now closer to his daughter than he had been for the months he was there. He wondered if she understood w

WAY WORSEZayn walked into the Sheriff’s office with an air of importance. He was there to represent Billionaire Javyn Andrew and to gather more information about the supposed witness.Seated at the other end of the desk in the rather crammed room was a disheveled man who seemed drained of life. The specks of dirt on his clothes hinted at a lack of proper grooming, or rather the lack of means for proper grooming. Having Zayn sit opposite him showed the stark difference between the men.“I believe you, sir, are here to represent Mr. Andrew.” He was looking at Zayn, who nodded in agreement.He scanned the room, moving uncomfortably, feeling out of place in the cluttered office.“This young man here is Scott and claims to have some information on where Miss Grant is.”For the first time since he arrived, he looked the man in the eye. Scott had felt invisible to him up until that moment.“A man claiming to be a prominent politician from Kenya found me and asked me to carry out a job for