SARAH I woke up to a throbbing headache, my eyes slowly opening to darkness. I struggled to remember how I got there, but my memories were fuzzy. My hands and feet were bound, and I was lying on a cold, hard floor. Panic set in as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince. I fell back onto the floor, my mind racing.Where am I? How did I get here? The questions swirled in my head but I couldn't grasp any answers. I remembered leaving Emilio's house, feeling a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, and fear. But what happened after that?As I lay there, I heard the creaks and groans of an old building, the distant hum of a car driving by, and the sound of my own subtle breathing. The air was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay. I wrinkled my nose, trying to remember if I had ever smelled anything like it before.With a surge of determination, I tried to sit up again. This time, I managed to prop myself up against the wall, my head spinning. The ro

EMILIOI paced back and forth in the cramped computer room. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being the constant beeping of devices and the furious typing of the young men around me. I stood at the center, surrounded by my men, each one focused on the task - LOCATING THE GHOST.As I paced, the sound of my footsteps reverberating against the cold floor, Sarah's face flashed before my eyes. She had become my vulnerability, my greatest weakness, and the thought of her suffering tore at my soul."She's out there, vulnerable!," I muttered under my breath. "Alone, with that lunatic, Fuck!"Luca's hand landed on my shoulder, a gesture of comfort that I couldn't bring myself to appreciate. His reassurances fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the roar of fear that echoed in my mind."Don't worry," Luca said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We will definitely find her. We'll bring her back.""Don’t worry?! Sit here and wait?! That's not an option! I need to take

SARAHI cowered in fear, my heart racing, as a bloody gun battle erupted around me. Emilio's men and Dmitry's gang exchanged blaring gunfire, the scent of gunpowder filling the air. I scrambled to find safety, crawling behind a chair as people dropped dead beside me.Blood splattered everywhere, and I felt constant nausea. I covered my ears, trying to block out the deafening sounds of gunfire. My eyes welled up with tears as I frantically searched for Emilio with my eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. The house was a war zone, and I feared for his life."Sarah, get out of the house!" Emilio yelled, his voice barely audible over the chaos.But the gunfire raged on, drowning out all other sounds. I couldn't hear Emilio anymore, the violence engulfing the house in a haze of smoke and blood. I trembled, my body shaking uncontrollably.I wanted to run to him, but fear paralyzed me. The gunfire was getting closer, and I knew I had to move. With a surge of adrenaline, I peeked around the c

SARAHGlancing at the wall clock, the time read 2 a.m., and a lot of worrying thoughts ran through my mind. We had been here for over two hours and honestly I was growing crippled with fear each passing second.“What’s taking so long? Why won’t they tell me anything?” I wondered.The hospital was a world of its own. The lights were too bright for the dark outside, and the silence was broken only by the soft beeps of machines and the distant shuffle of nurses’ feet. The air was cool and had a clean smell that somehow made my heart race even faster. I couldn’t sit still, not even for one second.I kept walking up and down the corridor, my mind racing as fast as my feet. It had been an hour since they took Emilio into the ICU, and every minute felt like a lifetime. “Is he alive? Is he okay?” The questions kept hammering in my head, refusing to let me breathe.Oh God. Please keep Emilio alive for me.The only good news I heard tonigt was when Luca informed me that this hospital was run

SARAH It had been three weeks since Emilio left for Cuba, and sincerely I was missing so much. I thought after the entire Dmitry saga, we would get to spend time together but well duty called. He left for cuba barely a week after Daniel tried to attack us. He didn't give me details as to what new issue had arose, he just cryptically told me it was mafia issues. Well here I was, wandering through a kid’s boutique with Maria and June, two of our house staff. The store was filled with bright colours and the cheerful laughter of children. Yes. I am pregnant. I found out about it days after Emilio's departure. When I missed my period I was shocked and I had my suspicions but I wanted to do a test to confirm and indeed it came out positive. I could not contain my smiles that day, I was carrying the symbol of I and Emilio's love. I can barely imagine how happy he would be. The thought of being a parent is quite refreshing, enough to make one burst out of happiness. I shuffled thr