Abandoned Am Wilson Novels & Stories

“Mom, I will make sure to avenge you.” Amanda stood up, put on her shoes, and her gaze turned cold. She suddenly wanted to visit the Wilson family, to see the fate of Evelyn and Carol. She left without a second thought. After changing her clothes, she quietly stepped into her mother’s room. Seeing her sound asleep, she quietly sneaked out of the house. An hour and a half was enough to get there and back. At the Wilson family’s house, Caleb was busy calculating his assets. the Wilson family, once thriving, was now falling apart. Half of the servants had left, and the company was in severe debt, with nothing left but the office building.

When I arrived, all my belongings had been thrown outside the gate, scattered like trash. The maid came out looking apologetic. "Sir and Madam asked me to tell you: leave, and don't ever come back." I didn't argue. I quietly packed my things and walked away. That night, in the early hours, I boarded a flight. I was headed to a confidential research base under the national space agency. Just before shutting off my phone, I sent a message to everyone in my contact list: [This is Jason. I hereby sever all ties with the Wheeler family. From this day forward, we are strangers.]

The drive was silent, Jace said nothing, and his driver knew it wasn't right to say anything in the moment. At 7:55 p.m., the car pulled up just in front of the abandoned warehouse. "We are here, sir," the driver called out to Jace. Jace stepped out, shutting the door behind him, and turned to the driver. "Thank you, see you later," he said and nodded towards him. "Okay, Alpha," he replied, and with that, the vehicle pulled away, its taillights shining till it vanished into the dark. Jace turned and faced the large building. It was now or never, he had to do this, and he knew it. With one more nod, he walked towards the isolated entrance of the building, alone.

He waved, and the bodyguards dragged Yvette away. From then on, she disappeared from Amoria, and no one knew where she went. Zach, realizing the child was not his, coughed up blood and collapsed on the hospital bed, covering his face and crying. He had been deceived, almost cuckolded. It was a humiliation he could not bear. He locked himself away, refusing even to see Alex. Three months later, Brian brought me a gift box. “Mrs. Martin, Mr. Zach left this with me. He insisted I deliver it to you.”

He left quickly, driving through the quiet streets until he reached the outskirts of the city, where an abandoned building stood, hidden away from prying eyes. ABANDONED BUILDING... Aiden's car pulled into the dimly lit parking lot, and his men were already waiting for him outside. They straightened up when they saw their boss, greeting him respectfully before leading him inside the decrepit structure. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the halls as they walked, the air thick with tension.

Since I’m meeting him tomorrow, I’ll have to a*sign capable men on this so that Cory won’t be able to escape. “Aubree, where are you going?” Gina was worried when she realized Aubree was leaving without having her meal. Aubree continued her way out of the mansion without sparing her mother another glance. The next morning, Cory waited for Aubree to come with the money at the abandoned factory they had previously met at. When it was eleven, footsteps echoed in the factory. Hearing them, Cory stood up and peeked around the corner. Aubree was standing at the entrance by herself with a bank card in her hand, looking around for him. “Cory? Where are you? Come out here! I have to see you delete th

And I am the ghost. I go down. I don't slam the door. I don't even deserve that crash. Outside, the rain lashes me. A mocking drizzle, continuous, as if the sky too wanted to humiliate me one last time. I don't know where to go. I walk without knowing where. Barefoot. Clothes wet. I'm cold. I'm hungry. I'm afraid. And suddenly… I stop. I take the paper from my pocket. The card. His initial. His number.

With his remaining strength, Andrew got up slowly and approached Glenn who was still trying to stabilize himself. "Are you alright?" asked Andrew with his breath caught in his throat. "Do I look okay after being hit by an explosion?" Glenn growled as he plucked a splinter of wood from his shoulder, his face tightening with pain. "At least we're still alive." Andrew gave Glenn a small smile. "But they managed to erase almost all traces. No more vehicles, no more important documents." Glenn snorted, then glanced at the warehouse that was about to collapse. "You forgot, we still have this," Andrew said, handing Glenn the paper.