Days blurred together as little Damian, fueled by grief and determination, took on the painful responsibility of burying his mother. With the help of borrowed tools and a secluded spot, he laid her to rest, a solemn act that marked the beginning of a new and challenging chapter in his young life.As time passed, the burden of loss weighed heavily on Damian's small shoulders. Despite the hardships, he found a quiet strength within himself, forged through the crucible of adversity. With no one to turn to, he relied on his own resilience, learning to navigate the world as an orphan.One day, driven by a mix of nostalgia and a sense of gratitude, Damian returned to the prep school where he had encountered little Kaitlyn. Clutching the golden locket in his hand, he sought her out. Their reunion was bittersweet, marked by the unspoken experiences that had shaped them in different ways.Damian, nervously twirling the locket in his hand, approached Kaitlyn. "Um, hi Kaitlyn. It's me, Damian."
Present DayAs soon as the boss received word that Kaitlyn had finally been transferred to Petersburg Hospital. Swiftly concluding his business, he washed his blood-stained hands, revealing a cold and merciless demeanor.Dressing in a sharp suit and tie, he confronted his reflection in the mirror. A knock on the office door signaled permission for someone to enter. A scarred-faced man stood at attention, acknowledging the authority before him."Sir, the car is ready for you," he informed.The boss, turning away from the mirror, walked out of his office, his underling trailing behind. As he stepped into the corridor, men in black suits lined up, bowing their heads in deference to the powerful figure passing through."We're off to visit her. Did you buy the flowers?" the boss inquired as they descended the stairs."Harlow got it covered, sir," came the dutiful response. The scarred-faced man followed, maintaining a respectful distance.The procession continued, the boss's presence comma
As night fell, Kaitlyn, newly awakened, decided to test her legs with some gentle exercise. Despite sensing them, the feeling was peculiar, likely a result of their extended inactivity.Attempting to stand, she sought support from any sturdy object. Her efforts, however, led her to lean against the wall for stability. When she reached for the doorknob, it unexpectedly swung open, causing her to land on her backside. Lucas, the amused culprit, laughed and swiftly lifted her up."What are you aiming for, silly?" he inquired, settling her back on the bed to sit.Embarrassed and still feeling the discomfort in her bottom, Kaitlyn looked down and asked, "I wanted to try leaving the room without relying on you. Is that not allowed?" Her tone carried a hint of hesitance."Of course, it is, but first..." Lucas paused, producing a bouquet of flowers he had concealed behind him and handed it to her.Perplexed by the gesture and curious about the occasion, she accepted it, marveling at the blue
Meanwhile, Dean, having returned home, lies sprawled on the floor of his penthouse, succumbing to the numbing embrace of alcohol.In the weeks that have elapsed since he learned of Kaitlyn's tragic fate, Dean, a man of considerable influence, spared no effort in scouring the city in search of her. However, his pursuit yielded only a disheartening discovery – a city surveillance video capturing Kaitlyn limping towards the sea, ultimately disappearing beneath its depths.With authorities closing the case and deeming it a suicide, the absence of a recovered body added another layer of torment to Dean's anguish, leaving him ensnared in a labyrinth of unanswered questions and unresolved grief.Dean, disheveled and inebriated, was interrupted by a knock on his door. Abby, his secretary, cautiously entered, concerned about her boss's state. "Where's Trina? I asked for her, not you."Dean, disheveled and clearly inebriated, glared at Abby, his secretary, demanding an explanation."I'm sorry,
He came into her, withdrawing slowly and removing the belt. "Sarah!" He called out to his housemaid, who responded and came to unlock the basement door. The old woman, seemingly accustomed to such occurrences, looked down at the woman before her with a sense of pity."Handle her. Take her to one of the rooms upstairs, bathe her, then tie her up again," he commanded, giving a warning look to ensure Jane remained under close supervision.He adjusted his appearance and left the basement first.Sarah approached Jane with sympathy, gently fixing her dress and removing the gag. Jane gasped for air as the older woman spoke, "Oh dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." Sarah then helped Jane to her feet.Jane walked, limping and hissing in pain. Though she remained silent, a flood of words filled her thoughts. 'god... Have I still not paid my sin enough? If that is so, then break my will, and then I will know that I've paid it completely.' Tears streamed down her face once more.Sarah car
Jane wished she could utter, "Yes, I am. But you need not worry. This is not yours. You can keep going with your punishments," but refrained, unwilling to add lying to her sins. Instead, she asked Dean, "If I were pregnant, would that change anything?" with a hopeful undertone.Dean, momentarily taken aback by her question, pondered, 'Ah. Would it change anything? The fact that it cannot bring back Kaitlyn, then no. It won't change anything.' Jane, aware of his unspoken response, smiled and continued descending to the basement, seemingly accepting her fate and martyrdom.Observing her disregard for his words, he hurriedly approached and halted her."But are you pregnant?" he demanded, his grip on her arm intensifying, leaving a bruise in its wake.Jane, still uncertain, cast her gaze downward. She harbored a lingering desire to win him back and secure her unborn child's right to be acknowledged by its own father."Yes, I have been pregnant when you decided that you did not want me aft
Jane wished she could utter, "Yes, I am. But you need not worry. This is not yours. You can keep going with your punishments," but refrained, unwilling to add lying to her sins. Instead, she asked Dean, "If I were pregnant, would that change anything?" with a hopeful undertone.Dean, momentarily taken aback by her question, pondered, 'Ah. Would it change anything? The fact that it cannot bring back Kaitlyn, then no. It won't change anything.' Jane, aware of his unspoken response, smiled and continued descending to the basement, seemingly accepting her fate and martyrdom.Observing her disregard for his words, he hurriedly approached and halted her."But are you pregnant?" he demanded, his grip on her arm intensifying, leaving a bruise in its wake.Jane, still uncertain, cast her gaze downward. She harbored a lingering desire to win him back and secure her unborn child's right to be acknowledged by its own father."Yes, I have been pregnant when you decided that you did not want me aft
Lucas gazes at Kaitlyn, questioning, "What's on your mind?""I was just... wondering," she hesitates."Is Zeke Castellan..." Before she can complete her sentence, Lucas abruptly steps closer, his teeth gritted."Yes. That cursed old man is my father," he responds with intensity, causing Kaitlyn to flinch in fear."You're... Dean's brother?" She inquires, growing more apprehensive as she retreats, eventually pressed against the wall."He'll never be my brother. That wretch," Lucas seethes, startling Kaitlyn. Quickly realizing her fear, he apologizes, "I'm... sorry. I was just so angry."She awkwardly coughs in surprise as he sits at the chair beside her."Here," Lucas suddenly places a golden locket on the table.Kaitlyn gazes at it with curiosity and then shifts her attention back to Lucas."What's this?" she inquires."A locket, obviously," he responds with a hint of sarcasm."Yeah, I know that, but...""Open it," he instructs, cutting her off. She complies, revealing a seemingly old