**NIGHT IN THE MANSION**"Ah! Just as I expected, Keith! Here you are, taking her side! How could you believe her act?! I didn't push her!" I screamed."I never said you did." Keith sighed, "I've told you this before, Yilena did not send you that text.""Then how do you explain this?!" I showed him the texts I received earlier today but I didn't get any reaction from his face.Keith returned my phone and with a straight face, he told me, "Leave Yilena alone."My jaw dropped and I took a step back from him, "You still think I'm the problem, don't you? I get threats and while I'm trying to put an end to it, you get to frolic about with your ex sex toy?!""Jenna! Enough of that!" Keith ordered, slamming his fist on my bedroom table. "I have told you to let this go.""No. No, I will not let it go." I stood my ground, "and since you refuse to see reason, I'll deal with it alone."Keith sighed and rubbed his eyes, "There's a party held tonight at the club. Dress up and let's go.""If it has
JENNA POVThe pulsating beats of the club reverberated through my chest as I watched from afar, my eyes narrowing at the sight of Yilena taking all of Keith’s attention. The flickering neon lights played tricks on my mind, making it difficult to gauge if Keith even glanced my way but I soon gave up and made my way to the bar.I slid onto a barstool, catching the bartender’s eye. “Whiskey, neat,” I ordered, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within me. As I waited, I could feel the weight of numerous eyes on me. Admiring, lustful, curious. I planned to get used to this attention, because tonight, I will be getting back at Keith. If he could disrespect me by spending time with his ex then I might as well get to know someone else.As I stealthily scanned the club, I resisted the urge to look back at Keith even if I was curious to know if he had noticed me like the rest of the men I'd walked passed.When my drink arrived, I took a sip, savouring the burn as it slid
KEITH POVNeon lights flickered, casting sporadic shadows over the throng of dancers. During this chaos, my eyes remained locked on my target.I moved with calculated nonchalance, weaving through the mass of bodies. My jaw clenched and my fists balled. The man I trailed, a tall figure with a shock of blond hair, was oblivious to the predator in his wake but no matter, he'll realize that shortly.Blondie laughed with a group of friends near the bar, tipping back his drink, unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away. My knuckles whitened, but I forced myself to stay calm. Now wasn’t the time. Not yet.The minutes dragged, every second an agony of restraint. Finally, Blondie finished his drink, slapped his friend on the back, and headed towards the exit.I slipped through the crowd like a shadow, never letting Blondie out of my sight. As we neared the exit, the noise of the club began to fade, replaced by the muffled sounds of the city night.Blondie pushed through the heavy doo
BACK TO JENNA POVKeith's voice was a dark whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his hand moving from my mouth to my waist, holding me in place. The bloodied hand on the floor seemed to stare back at me, a gruesome sight to bear.“What did you do, Keith?” I choked out, my voice barely more than a whisper. Fear and anger battled within me, each breath feeling like a struggle against the weight of his presence.“What had to be done,” he replied, his tone chillingly calm. “You need to understand, Jenna. No one touches what’s mine.”My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to process his words. Keith had always been possessive, but this... this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. The realization that he was capable of such violence was like a cold blade slicing through my sanity.“You killed him,” I said, my voice trembling. “You... you murdered him.”Keith’s grip on me loosened slightly, his other hand brushing my hair aside
As Keith walked away, I lay there, shivering and broken. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional wreckage left in his wake. I pulled the tattered remnants of my dress around me, feeling the sharp sting of betrayal and self-loathing.My legs were weak and shaky but I managed to pull myself up and stumble towards the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Each step felt like a mile, but I made it to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water, the steam rising to meet my tear-streaked face.As I sank into the water, the heat enveloped me, but it couldn’t wash away the filth I felt inside. The events replayed in my mind like a horror movie, each scene more unbearable than the last. Keith's voice echoed in my ears, his touch lingering on my skin like a brand.I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the memories. The water lapped gently against me, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold emptiness I felt within. How did we end up here? What twisted path had led us to this p
KEITH POV I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut with a force that rattled the frame. In a fit of rage, I punched the wall, leaving another mark among many. "Ungrateful," I snarled, clenching my fists. "How could she let anyone touch her, insult her like that?" My mind raced with thoughts of Jenna as I paced the room, muttering under my breath. "I'll kill anyone who tries to touch her, or even look at her the wrong way," I vowed, my voice shaking with anger. "If that's what it takes to keep her as mine."My phone buzzed, breaking through my fury. I answered it, my voice taut with tension. "What?""Sir, we've found and monitored Raphael closely for the past few days. He's not the one sending those threatening texts to you, and he's not getting any closer to your home or working area."My grip tightened on the phone. "Then who is it?""We still don't know, sir."Frustration bubbled inside me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, taking deep breaths to calm the storm brewing within. "
The police arrived, their lights flashing red and blue, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Officers surrounded us, their radios crackling with urgent chatter. Paramedics quickly assessed Keith's condition, loading him onto a stretcher and rushing him to the ambulance. I followed closely, my heart in my throat and hands stained with Keith's blood.***At the hospital, I paced the waiting room, tears streaming down my face. An hour felt like an eternity as I replayed the events over and over in my mind. Finally, a nurse emerged, her expression plain. I rushed to her, desperate for news, but the nurse walked past without a word, her focus elsewhere.My breath caught in my throat as I spotted the surgeon, still in scrubs, stepping out from the ER. I ran to him, my voice trembling. "Is he going to be okay?""He's going to be fine, ma'am. The bullet missed his heart by an inch. He's stable now and will need some time to recover, but he's out of danger."Relief washed over me, my legs
"Leaving? Keith, you need to rest. The doctor said—""Screw what the doctor said," Keith interrupted, his voice firm despite his weakened state. "The longer I stay, the more in danger you will be. We're going back home now.""Keith, you're in no condition to go anywhere right now," I argued, my heart pounding with worry. "You need to recover. Forget about my safety for now and-"Keith stood up slowly, wincing but appearing strong. "I can rest later. Right now, we need to stay ahead of whoever's after us. They won't stop until they get what they want."I hesitated, torn between the need to protect him and the fear of what might happen if we left the safety of the hospital. But looking into his eyes, I saw the same man that had saved my life."Alright," I said softly."But only if you promise to take it easy," I added, my voice resolute. "No heroics, Keith. I need you in one piece."He nodded, the look in his eyes tempered with the exhaustion he couldn't fully hide. "Deal."We moved qui