He remembered everything, well at least the important stuff. Christian told him that he would need a trigger to help remember. A part of him hated that the trigger had to be his father. Looking at the files in front of him, he let out a deep breath. His eyes traveled down to the three signatures, his father's in particular. Excitement was not in his vocabulary, but secretly the truth was that he had been thrilled to work on this project with Morgan. His father just ruins everything just like he ruined his childhood. "What's with the frown on your face son?" Speak of the devil and he arrives. "Is that how I trained you? To ignore your elders?" Still, Ryke kept quiet. Richard pulled up a chair and sat opposite him. "How are you son?" And that was all it took for Ryke to snap, "Will you cut the crap out with the son?" Richard smiled, "Ah, he speaks. So tell me, what are you working on? Maybe your old man can help." "Just like you helped me with all my assignments?" "The
~Twelve years ago~"I don't want you to go out", Crystal whined, "Why can't you just stay here with me and celebrate your anniversary?"Jessica gave Eric a knowing look before bending her knee to reach Crystal's level."Sweetie you know your father and I love you and your brother very much, but this is our anniversary, a day to celebrate just how much we love each other."Six year old Crystal blinked confused, "So you don't love each other on other days?"Eric bent his knee too, "No my little swan, that is not what your mother is saying. We love each other everyday just as much as we love you and your brother but today is just an extra day to celebrate the love between us.""But you said you love us too. Why can't you celebrate with us?""Alright Snowflake, Logan came into the room, "I will make you a deal. You let Mum and Dad go on their date and on their way back they will get you all the chocolate and ice cream you want."Crystal's eyes sparkled, "Yay!!! Chocolate."Without a secon
"But I don't understand. Why would my parents adopt him?""Why didn't they tell me?""Does Logan know that he is adopted?"Christian sighed, "I don't have the answers to your questions. The only people that can answer that unfortunately are not alive.""But-"Ryke interrupted her, "Crystal. It has been a really long day. Why don't we just go home and we will figure the rest of it out?"He turned to Christian, "I need you to find out who is sending her those messages.""Of course. Crystal if I may, I think there is so much more to your parents death. If someone had them murdered, there is a possibility that-""Christian", Ryke warned."I'm sorry. I will leave and get started on tracking that number.""Thank you." Ryke and Crystal said at the same time.Crystal waited for Christian to leave before she asked, "Am I in danger?""No. But I will need you to keep your head low for the mean time. You will only go to school and then from school, you will go straight back home.""Okay.""Thank
Crystal glanced between the three of them before turning to Richard, "What are you talking about?"Richard stood in the doorway with a smug expression on his face."I don't have the answers. Why don't you ask them? Logan, why don't you start us off?"Logan took a step forward, clenching his fist, "Richard, what the hell are you talking about? Why would you accuse me of sending that picture of our mother to the press?"Richard chuckled condescendingly. "Oh, Logan, just do everyone a favor and spare us the lies."Crystal's eyes narrowed. "That's a lie, Richard! Logan loved our mother. He would never stoop so low as to exploit her memory like that."She turned to Logan, "Right Lo?"Logan hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Crystal and Richard. "Crystal.""No. Don't you dare say it. Do you know what that picture could have done if it was true? How my life would have capsized? Why would you do something like that? What the hell is going on?"Richard's eyes gleamed with satisf
Crystal opened her eyes, a scream tearing out. She looked around. Everything was so white and bright. "You are finally awake." Her eyes immediately went to Ryke. "What happened? Weren't we just on the plane?" "We were." She blinked confused, "Then how are we here?" Ryke uncrossed his leg, sitting up straight, "It was a slight malfunction like the pilot said and then you passed out." "But how did I get here and where are we? Ryke sighed, "We are in Paris and to answer the question of how we got there, I carried you like the prince charming to your Cinderella." Crystal narrowed her eyes at him," Don't mock me." He smiled, taking a sip of the drink in his hand and then suddenly memories from the plane came rushing in. Her eyes widened in horror. What the hell was she thinking? Her eyes went down to his fingers wrapped around the glass. The fingers that been inside her. "Fuck my finger", she heard his voice in her head. Ryke's smiled deepened as he watched her battle with h
Crystal's heart pounded in her chest as she stood."What?" Ryke turned his head to find the person she was staring at in shock. There were hundreds of people passing by.Crystal tried to make her towards the man.Ryke held her back, "What do you think you are doing?"Before she could react, a sudden gust of wind swept through the narrow street, causing her father's figure to blur momentarily. When Crystal blinked, he was gone. Vanished into thin air.Crystal blinked. The man had disappeared from her sight. It wasn't possible that he was alive but she saw him. She couldn't mistake her father even in her dreams."Where is he? He was just standing there. I swear I saw him."She tried to move in that direction but Ryke stopped her, "Crystal your father is gone.""No. I just saw him. He is one of the reasons I wanted to come to Paris. He would tell me stories about it non stop and he told me when I was older he would take me so I could experience the city of love. It has to be him."Ryke l
Chloe adjusted her dress as she got down from the cab. It was the second time she was going to his house but she still felt nervous. She walked past his car heading for the door. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door but it opened by itself. The energy from the house felt off. "Christian", she called out as she stepped into the house. There was no reply. "Christian", she tried again, still nothing.She made her way inside the house and her shoe stepped on something wet.The light in the room was dim so it was hard to decipher what the liquid was.A groan sounded from behind the two seated sofa. A gasp flew out of her mouth as her eyes landed on Christian's body surrounded by the liquid she had stepped in, blood.Chloae rushed over to him, kneeling at his side. "Christian", she screamed.Christian smiled faintly, raising a bloodied hand to touch her cheek, "When I said scream out my name, this was definitely not what I had in mind." Under normal circumstances, maybe she would ha
As the mournful toll of the church bells resonated through the air, a somber atmosphere enveloped the scene. Thick, gray clouds hung low in the sky, casting a shadow over the grieving congregation that had gathered for the burial ceremony. The weather seemed to mirror the collective sorrow that filled the hearts of those in attendance.Crystal sat amidst a sea of mourners, her gaze sweeping across the room. Family, friends, and acquaintances had gathered to pay their respects, their faces etched with sorrow and sympathy. She searched for Chloe, her best friend, who stood by her side, her eyes swollen and red from countless tears. Crystal knew that it was almost time—time to say their final goodbyes.She tried not to be so bitter about it but in the end it all came down to one thing, life was cruel and unfair.The Reverend, a tall figure draped in somber robes, stood solemnly beside the casket at the front of the room. The Reverend cleared his throat, "Mrs Sterling will say a few word