Desperate Measures Novels & Stories

She replied and walked up the stairs, as soon as she was out of sight, Henry chuckled and sat on the couch. “Someone is loving up.” He joked and Draven ignored him as he took a seat next to him. He brought out the gun in his jacket and placed it on the table. “You like Xalia.” Henry said but Draven ignored him. “The last part of the transportation wasn't successful, we lost Marco and a lot of money.” “Yeah.” Henry replied. “We need to come up with a new transportation plan or we will keep losing all we have but till then, we have to lay low in that part.”

I convey, desperate for a way out of this precarious situation. Emily, keenly aware of my attempt to link my mother, urgently voices her concern: “He's linking his mother; what should we do?” Karl, the orchestrator of this sinister plan, responds with a cold determination, “Stop him quickly.” The blinding pain in my head intensifies, and my desperate screams fill the air. It's as if each wave of pain pushes me closer to the edge of unconsciousness.

As Spencer had said, everyone who did wrong should face the consequences. The Chapmans had gone bankrupt. Melanie's parents threw themselves off a building, while Melanie ended up on the streets. But that wasn't enough. I tapped on a familiar number and sent a message. [Did you like the wedding gift I sent you?] After sending it, I pulled out the SIM card, cut it in half, and flushed it down the toilet. Two days later, someone knocked on the door of my office. It was Spencer. In the month since I'd last seen him, he had become a shadow of himself.

“So what’s the plan?” He asks. “You have to send someone there and have to get her out of there by any means, only she can be the proof of what they are doing under the name of running a strip club.” I say contemplating with my inner self thinking of all the ways this could go wrong. “What if she doesn’t want to come? Are you sure they held her captive there?” He gnaws at his bottom lip. This is something he does when he is thinking really hard about something. “She looked miserable I know she wants out of there. If she is alive I know she would want to come out of there.” I say and slowly hold his hand in mine and give it a light squeeze to reassure him.

His eyes searched for mine with desperation, as if he were trying to reach me through the other side of a pane of glass. “No… no…” I kept repeating, not even sure what I was refusing. A nurse rushed in, followed by a doctor. My breathing was a frantic, uncontrolled gasp; the monitor began to beep louder. “She’s having an acute crisis,” the doctor said, firm but compassionate. “We need to help her body come down.” Dad held my hands, but I couldn’t stop trembling. “What does that mean?” he asked, voice breaking. “A mild sedative,” the doctor explained. “It’s not to erase anything—it’s to let her nervous system rest. She’s hypervigilant. Her body still believes she’s in danger.”

If the first plan failed, I’d make another. If that failed, I’d make ten more. Alice might think she was winning—but she didn’t understand how desperate I was. How far I was willing to go. Vincent was slipping away. And I would burn everything down before I let that happen.

the last fragile bit of my sanity simply snapped. Something inside me broke, and I no longer cared about the consequences. What did consequences matter when I'd already lost everything that mattered? When the future I'd planned, the life I'd envisioned, had been ripped away by some nobody who didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as Ronan? My father had always said that desperate times called for desperate measures. I'd never truly understood what he meant until this moment, standing in my bedroom with a creature of nightmare offering me everything I wanted on a silver platter.

It was papa “ my dear daughter, I know I have been acting weird lately I am so sorry for that. All I can say is I love you so so so much. I have lost so much in my life and only you have been the light of my darkness and because I love you to the moon and sun I gotta leave you. It looks like my past sins have caught up with me. and the world that I have been protecting you with is wide open again and I can't let my old world know that you exist because they will try to destroy you. You are such a mature and amazing woman, I am sure you can take care of yourself. I have left details of some bank accounts here for you and the deed of two houses in your name. Tale very good care of yourself for

Although it seemed like she had moved on, deep down, she feared times like this when people would look at her with judgemental eyes. “Aham...” the man cleared his throat and extended his hand, “I’m Davis, a manager from Glamor Entertainment.” Although, Meera’s reputation was not one to be proud of, Davis believed that the company could put the PR department to use and turn the tables, after all, Meera was a walking truck of money!

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.