Pacar Marah Dan Tidak Menghubungi Novels & Stories

The image of Luca that I had in my head crumbled further. Sarah immediately called Marco back, and put the phone on speaker. The call was anything but pleasant “What the fuck, Sarah? Where the fuck are you? I called you thirty fucking times, you didn’t pick up. I went to Raiden’s school to pick him up, and they said you picked him up earlier. So, where the fuck are you with him?” “I wa-”

After splashing water on my face, I walked over to the dresser and noticed Maggie wasn’t here yet. Yes, we were going to share the bed tonight. This was still a new place, and I wanted Parker and Maggie close. Mom had already gone to bed, and I had just tucked Parker in since it was her bedtime. Maggie had insisted on watching more TV. “Still no text,” I sighed, staring at my phone screen. What was wrong with Carlos? I couldn’t wait anymore, so I dialed his number but it didn’t go through. “No… he didn’t.” I shook my head, panic twisting my stomach.

She hadn’t seen it in days. She grabbed it, pulse racing. The thought of calling someone anyone made her hands tremble. But when she unlocked it, the screen was empty. No contacts. No messages. Only a single note: Don’t test me. Luca’s warning burned brighter than any cage. Maria found her an hour later, still gripping the useless phone. “You should rest,” she said softly. “It’s not good for you to be so worked up.” Aria forced a smile. “Has he always been like this?”

Regis raked his hair in frustration. He quickly typed out a reply to his wife, his fingers moving fast across his phone screen. [Sorry, Amora. It’s not that I didn’t want to reply to your messages. The last one didn’t send. I’m doing fine now.] The message was sent in seconds, but waiting for her reply felt like an eternity. Growing impatient, Regis decided to call her. Unfortunately, Amora didn’t pick up. “Where could she be?” Regis muttered anxiously.

The burn as it goes down does little to numb the pain, but I keep drinking anyway, hoping that eventually, it will. My phone buzzes on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance at the screen—it's a message from Marco. Just seeing his name sends a wave of anger through me. After our fight, I thought I'd seen the last of him, but he's persistent, like a cockroach that won't die. I consider ignoring the message, but something compels me to open it. Marco: Heard your little girl is gone now, Caruso.

"Carmen, please don't do this. I need you. We need each other. Don't let Dr. Parker destroy what we have." I sent another text. "I'm sorry for everything. Please give me another chance." No response. The next day, I tried again. And the day after that. Each call went to voicemail. Each text was ignored. On the fourth day, I got a text back. Finally. "Stop calling me. Stop texting me. We're done, Marcus. Move on." My hands shook as I read the message. Move on? How could she say that after everything we shared?

he replied loudly as he entered his car and drove off… Max came home that day by 12:30pm and as he got home Maria wasn’t happy “Max?” Maria called out “Hey love” “Babe how can you so this to me” she asked, his heart skipped a beat “What do you mean?” “What do you mean by what do I mean? I didn’t hear from you for 2 days, tried calling you over and over but not reachable, what kind of business takes a man from his wife without communication” her complain made him relaxed since it wasn’t what he was expecting “Oh baby I am so sorry, network over there was strangely bad, I couldn’t reach you, I apologize”

But I knew Mattoe and his family, without any solid evidence to back her testimony, the case will still be swept under the carpet. Anger surged through me. I slammed my hand against the steering wheel and drove out of the company. When I got home, everywhere was quiet. And Marcus wasn’t around. I checked my phone, there's no missed calls or messages from him, and that was unusual, he always calls. Was he still angry about the conversation we had that morning? I dialed his number, it rang but it was unanswered. I tried again and this time it went straight to voicemail. Fear tightened in my chest, what if he had returned to California without saying a word?

“I don’t know. They’ve been… complicated. But she wouldn’t leave like this, not without telling someone. Not without Angela.” Marina stepped forward nervously, clutching her hands together. “Should I try calling Mr. Damian again?” “Yes,” Garrick said immediately. Marina dialled. We all stood there in suffocating silence, the phone on speaker between us, and we listened as the phone rang and kept ringing until... “The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message.” I closed my eyes. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” Marina looked stricken.

He called and called, but the phone kept going to voicemail. He clenched his jaws, he was so pissed, but he sighed and tried to control his anger. “One way or the other, you will come and explain why you left my son all alone in school” Carson hissed before taking off his clothes and headed to the bathroom One thing is sure, Marian was in big trouble.