Carlton sat across from Liam on the private plane they were taking to Chicago, trying Nadia's number countless times about how far they had gone in the investigation of where Stacy had been traced to. “Her number is not going through,” he informed Hudson, whose demeanor was still slightly indifferent to him because of how pissed he still was. “She is probably busy at work. We can go without her and inform her of whatever happens there,” Hudson replied under his breath, not believing that he couldn't take a cue of what could be the possible reason for Nadia not picking up her calls. “Alright then,” Carlton slouched back on the seat after he informed the pilot to get the plane ready for takeoff, feeling so uncomfortable with the deep silence that was floating in the air. The tension between them had lessened a bit more than the day Hudson first heard about the relationship he had with his sister for all those years, but he was still uncomfortable saying a word around him to prevent
“Marilyn. What hospital is the child in?! We will bring her here now and have her treated,” Carlton hollered angrily on the phone, as he received the call from the most obnoxious person in his life, after she had tried calling him incessantly, sending text messages and even emails concerning Daisy's state of health.“Why are you being difficult?! This is about your fucking child here. Ten million dollars is nothing to you!” she retorted, cursing as loudly as she could. Through all her efforts to speak to him, she was asking him for money to complete the child's outstanding medical bills and further surgery. Because of his futile investigation of the possible places Stacy might be, and if she had traveled out of the city, he had been so frustrated all day. “She is not my….” Carlton's eyes compulsively shot to the left and right to see if anyone was watching, before continuing his discussion, “Child!” He hurled under his breath. Her calling him aggravated his anger even more, and he
“You bastard!” Nadia glared from where she was still sitting, tied to the spot, as soon as her eyes came in contact with who it was that had put her in misery overnight. A scornful chuckle rolled out of his lips as he watched her struggle with the rope that held her on a spot, her heated gaze boring into his eyes like she would melt him to the floor. “You don't look happy to see me,” he expressed his disappointment with pursed lips, before a malicious smile that riled Nadia from deep within, curved his lips. “Why should I?! Why are you doing this to me?!” she echoed, her voice rising with incredulity, cutting through their silence like a blade. She couldn't believe the monster. “I wanted an audience with you. Just me and you,” A condescending smile played on his lips, as he began to stride in circles, his eyes sneaking a taunting glance at her. “You wanted an audience? And you bring me here like this?! Is this how to get an audience?” Nadia's eyes stung with tears as she struggle
Liam suddenly appeared on the yacht at the last minute when it was about to take off, when everyone thought that he was not going to come any longer. All day, they had tried reaching him on phone to not avail, and knocked on the door to his room several times for him to go out for breakfast. He answered no one, and remained indoors till it was afternoon. One thing they were all so sure about, was that he was still at the premises of the hotel they were all lodged in, which belonged to Liam's uncle. The bodyguards around would have made it extremely difficult for him to leave even if he wanted to, in which their numbers surprisingly increased after he went to confront Evelyn. “What happened?” His mother ran to ask him as he approached, her face etched with deep concern as she cupped his face with her slender hands, her eyes roaming his body to check if everything was fine with him. The others also moved hastily towards his direction to inquire if everything was well with him. “L
Mr. Austin Wilson stormed into the living room of his mansion, his footsteps heavy as they echoed with the weight of his fury, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides as they trembled with the intensity of his anger. His face was blazing with dark emotions, his eyes burning with a fire that could not conceal how mad he was. “Where is he?!” he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl, “Where is your son?!” He moved closer, as he glared at his wife, who was sitting down on one of the couches, her face pale as bleak. Her eyes raised to look at her husband for a few seconds, clueless of what to even say at that moment, as her eyes darted back to the floor so miserably. She was the most distraught about the news of Liam's sudden absence, and yet her husband was asking her for his whereabouts. “Am I not speaking to you?!” he raged, his insides burning with so much fury.‘How could Liam humiliate them in that way?!’“I have no idea, Austin,” she whispered, her voice trembling, as
The hospital doors burst open as a man sprinted inside, befuddled and out of breath, in which cradled in his arms was a lady whose body was limp and lifeless, her face pale and streaked with blood. “Help! Someone, please help!” Xander shouted, his voice screaming urgency and fear, as he ran towards the nurse he saw approaching, “Please, she is dying.” The young beautiful nurse sprang into action immediately, as she alerted her colleagues instantly, “We need a gurney here, now!” she called out to her colleagues. Within a few seconds, a team of nurses and doctors rushed forward as they swiftly took her from his arms and transferred the body to the gurney, her head lolling to one side. Her face was swollen and bruised, her lip split and bleeding, as well as angry contusions marked her arms and neck.“Who is she?” One of the doctors who came instantly turned to question Xander, “And how did she sustain these injuries?” She observed the body lying on the bed, and noticed that it seemed
“The child is dead?! Are you kidding me?” Marilyn's words hung in the air, incomprehensible, and absurd as Carlton felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as if his mind had been plunged into darkness. “I am sorry to announce this, Carlton. The doctors tried all they could to save her life, but it wasn't successful,” Marilyn's loud sobs wracked out of her throat violently, her voice trembling with angst. “Wait. Wait,” Carlton shut his eyes tight, his voice barely audible while finding it hard to breathe as he tried to process the impossible news again. For a moment, he was struck dumb, as his thoughts spiraled into confusion as numbness spread to his limbs like wildfire, the phone slightly slipping in his grip. “What do you mean?!” He demanded imperiously, his emotions distant and unfocused. “I know this is hard to accept, but it is true. Daisy is gone. She died this morning,” Marilyn's words slapped Carlton hard on his face again, and cast him into an endless pit of instant des
The first golden rays of dawn filtered through the window past the thin curtains of her room at the inn, casting a glow upon the lady's face sprawled on the bed, causing her eyes to slowly blink awake. A slight moan escaped her lips as her body contorted into the blanket that she snuggled into, and her arms suspended in the air to stretch and crack out her sore bones. The first thought that occurred to her as she took time to savor in the serenity of the surroundings, and listen to the faint chirping of birds outside which made nature come alive, was how she had not slept for many days since she arrived at the inn. Last night, the kind old innkeeper had offered her a cup of tea and it worked like magic. Carefully, she lifted her body off the bed, swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floor, and took a deep breath before she rose on her feet and made her way to the small window to push it open. She took a few minutes standing by the win