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
Christian's eyelids fluttered as he gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The sterile white walls of the hospital room came into focus, and he felt the weight of his body against the soft hospital bed. A dull ache pulsed through his body, a constant reminder of the ordeal he had just been through.As his gaze wandered around the room, Christian's eyes locked onto Ryke, who stood at the door with a mixture of relief and concern etched on his face. A small, genuine smile lifted the corners of Christian's lips, despite the exhaustion that clung to him. "You must have really missed me," he quipped, attempting to inject a touch of humor into the tense atmosphere.Ryke's expression remained unreadable for a moment, but then he took a step forward, the relief in his eyes slowly becoming more apparent. "You have no idea," Ryke replied softly, his voice tinged with emotion. He approached the bed, the worry still evident in his movements, but trying to keep a composed demeanor.
Isabella's shock deepened as the man's words hit her like a freight train. Her heart raced even faster, and her mind raced to process the impossible request he had just made."Kill him? Why?" Isabella exclaimed, her voice cracking in disbelief. But then again she wasn’t really surprised. She had seen Ricardo do worse things in the past.Ricardo’s expression remained cold and calculating, his eyes fixed on Isabella's face as if studying her every reaction. "It's not your concern why I want it done," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "All you need to know is that if you want to finally sever ties with your past, this is the price you must pay."Isabella's mind spun, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She had distanced herself from a life that had been marred by this man's influence, and she had no desire to return to it. "Why Ryke Sterling? What connection does he have to you?" Isabella asked, trying to steady her voice despite the turmoil inside her.Ricardo’
Ryke sat on a bench outside the hospital, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't shake the guilt that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He replayed the events in his mind, wondering if there was anything he could have done differently to prevent Christian from getting hurt.As he sat there, deep in his contemplation, the soft sound of footsteps approached. Ryke glanced up to see Crystal walking towards him. She had a concerned look on her face, mirroring the worry that had been etched on all their faces in the hospital room.Crystal settled down beside Ryke on the bench, and they both sat there in silence for a while. Finally, Crystal broke the silence, her voice gentle as she said, "Penny for your thoughts?"Ryke turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and guilt. He didn't respond immediately, but his silence spoke volumes.Crystal sighed, her gaze shifting to the hospital building. "I guess we'll just sit in silence then."More