The entire house was as silent as a graveyard by the time Victoria made it back. Not a single sound could be heard—the usual sound of the TV blaring was absent; As Jack never missed his nightly shows, not even for the world. But tonight was different from the rest. The house was equally as dark and Victoria had a hard time finding the switches so she could turn the lights on. "Jack?" Victoria called out, wiping the perspiration from her face, "Where the hell are you, Jack?" She called out again, but the only response she got was her voice echoing off the walls and bouncing back to her. It felt like the house was empty, there was not a sign of a soul in the house—all the house workers, including the security guard that was meant to be stationed at the gate had suddenly disappeared. Victoria marched up the stairs to be sure of what was happening. Had those men all taken everyone in the house out? It was possible that they would have, if they wanted to keep anyone back from coming af

The constant beeping of the monitor filled the silence in the ward. Jack Sparrow looked pale while his eyes were closed in coma. Fortunately, he had survived the attack inflicted on him by one of the men involved in Victoria's kidnap. His house helps had fled the house, leaving Jack to die from the injury inflicted on him. His head was wrapped with fresh bandages but by there was still a sight of blood on the side of the bandage. Victoria was nowhere to be found in the ward and the only people surrounding him were the nurse attending to him and checking his heart rate and to see if he was still breathing right. The patron of his family and Doctor Vincent were hovering above the bed where Jack laid. "Are you sure that he is going to be fine, doctor?" The patron asked with great fear, placing both hands across his chest. Doctor Vincent let out a loud sigh before he went on to say; "I can't assure you about that, sir but let's just hope that he responds to the medications being ad

The patron had to contain his anger and stormed out of the Zlate villa. All his efforts to get lady Erica to show him to where Saint was turned futile. But he didn't want to give up yet, for the sake of Jake's life—he couldn't give up. "I'm going to find Saint and make sure I bring him to you, Jake, no matter what it cost!" The patron vowed to himself and started his car. He wanted to go back to the hospital to meet doctor Vincent but then he remembered that he had said there was no way he could contact Saint and that only angered the patron the more. "How come I'm just hearing of Saint for the first time?" He asked himself as he started the engine of the car. His car was already in motion, driving far away from the Zlate villa but he was unsure of where he was heading to. He needed to find Saint before the day was over, but he didn't even know what he looked like, or where he was. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he partly concentrated on his driving, thinking of where next to

By the time Saint awoke from his deep slumber, the whole room was lit up by sunlight which meant, it was already the next morning. Saint could properly see the room that he was in. It had seemed as though he had been kept in a basement the night he had been brought here, but seeing it clearly for the first time, he realised that he was being kept in a proper room that either belonged to sir Rawlings or someone else. The room was in a hot mess but surprisingly, there was laundry neatly folded and kept on the bed. Saint struggled to get up to his feet but realised that he could not move his limbs. Much to his amazement, neither his legs nor hands were bound, yet he could not even raise a finger—only turning his head from side to side in agony. Laying helplessly on the floor sent frustration gushing through Saint. He clenched his jaw and struggled still to get up from the floor but all his efforts were futile. He could not grasp the reason he felt so weak and why his bones ached al

It had worked like magic. The moment Saint dipped his tongue into the liquid, he felt a jolt of electricity move through his body. And in an instant, all the pain had vanished without a single trace. The first thing Saint did was to grab a piece of wood by his side and crushed it into powder. "Excellent!" Saint whispered to himself as a smile curved up his lips. He had decided to trust his guts and drink the liquid and just a tiny bit had gotten the Jon done under a second. He wondered what would have happened if Victoria were right and the liquid was just another poison and not the antidote. Is that how fast it would have taken him out within a second?But Saint didn't give any thoughts to it and just decided to dip his tongue into the liquid as soon as he could get to it, waiting for the inevitable to happen. ********Saint ran as much as his legs could carry him with Victoria steadied on his back. There was not a single car in sight when Saint hot out of the house with Victori