Robin & Sarah pov
Sarah sat beside Robin on the couch having dinner when the evening news broadcast came up. (News anchor on TV) “News update: Life for Life Hospital shutdown reaches three months” News anchor continues “It's been three months since the biggest hospital in the city got abruptly shut down leaving many questions unanswered . The facility's closure was sparked by the tragic death of Racheal Mikaelson niece of notorious businessman Pedro Mikaelsons” Sarah's expression turns grave, her interest piqued News Anchor (continued) “Racheal Mikaelson passed away shortly after undergoing surgery, prompting allegations of medical negligence and triggering a thorough investigation. Authorities have remained tight-lipped about the findings, fueling speculation and public concern." Robin leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think Ronald Anderson's disappearance is connected to Racheal’s death? because, why would he just disappear except he was involved in a way” Sarah's gaze remained fixed on the screen. "I intend to find out." News Anchor (continued) "The hospital's shutdown has left hundreds without access to medical care, and many are demanding answers. Pedro Mikaelson has released a statement, calling for transparency and accountability." (A graphic displaying “ Pedro Mikaelsons Statement" appears on screen) News Anchor (continued) "As the investigation continues, the community remains eager for resolution. We will provide updates as more information becomes available." The news broadcast transitioned to a commercial break. Sarah turned to Robin. Here's the text with correct punctuation and formatting: "This could be bigger than we thought." "Are you sure you don't have a hand in this?" she questioned him suspiciously. "What the fuck do you mean by that statement?" Robin shot back, dropping the food on the table to stare properly at her. "For fuck's sake, Myres was my friend, so I'd definitely visit him at the hospital. Are you that dumb not to grasp that?" Sarah got pissed, turned off the TV, stood up, and pointed straight at Robin. "Did you just call me dumb and senseless, you betrayer, cheater, and liar? Did you just call yourself his friend?" she asked, laughing at him mockingly. "A friend who sleeps with his best friend's wife confidently? If that's the definition of a friend, you certainly are not one." The anger on Robin's face was palpable, his hands clenched into fists as he looked at Sarah viciously. "Don't you dare talk rudely to me. We got in this together, and we will remain together." "You're nothing but a monster," Sarah spat. "And you, my lady, are a beauty," Robin replied, grinning from ear to ear, his voice dripping with malice. He walked to Sarah, caressed her cheeks, and his lips crushed into hers. She bit his lip, drawing blood, but Robin deepened the kiss as he lifted her onto the sofa. "Wasn't this the exact reason you left that low-life husband of yours? Because I could satisfy you, uh? Isn't it?" Robin whispered. Sarah could only moan silently, without replying, and Robin knew that was how she liked it. He definitely knew everything about Sarah. The two had been high school sweethearts, but due to circumstances, they separated. Fate brought them together again, only it was too late – it was Sarah's wedding day. The look on both their faces couldn't be explained; lost feelings began to emerge, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. Sarah's eyes never left Robin's as she asked, "What do you know about Racheal Mikaelson's death?" Robin's expression turned guarded. "Only what's been reported. Medical negligence, investigation ongoing." Sarah's gaze persisted. "You're hiding something." Robin sighed, his shoulders relaxing. "I know Pedro Mikaelson. We've...done business together." Sarah's eyebrows arched. "What kind of business?" Everyone knows how dangerous the Mikaelsons are, yet you did business together Robin hesitated before responding, "Let's just say Pedro's influence extends far beyond his business empire." The air thickened with unspoken secrets. Sarah's thoughts turned to the news report. "I need to find out more about Racheal's death." Robin shaked his head in disapproval, the Mikaelsons are dangerous according to you, getting involved will only put you in a difficult situation, so mind your little business and stay as far away as you can get. Sarah's determination hardened. "I won't back down." As they sat in silence, the shadows outside seemed to grow longer, hinting at the darkness lurking beneath the surface. Suddenly, Robin's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He answered, his expression changing from calm to alert. "What is it?" Robin listened intently before responding, "I'll handle it." He hung up, his eyes locked on Sarah. “A call from an unknown number, I dear Pedro Mikaelsons wants to meet with us." Sarah's heart skipped a beat. "Why?" Robin's smile was laced with malice. "Looks like we're invited to a game of cat and mouse, you are curious right?” The darkness outside seemed to seep in, as Sarah realized she was in deeper than she thought.Myres povSweat dripped down from his forehead as he ran alongside Naomi through the corridors, his eyes darting anxiously around every corner. The sound of gunshots and shattering glass made it hard to hear their footsteps.Naomi struggled to free her hands from his grasp, her face twisted in frustration. "Do you want to get killed, girl? Why are you refusing to run?" he asked angrily, his brow furrowed."I'm not refusing," Naomi shot back, her voice laced with anger and her eyes flashing. "You're supposed to be out there with the rest of the gang as their leader, not here running away like a coward."Myres' expression turned desperate."Naomi, I think you're forgetting something," he said, his voice trembling."What's that, Robert?" Naomi asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.Myres hesitated before speaking."Exactly that – I'm not Robert," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper and his eyes downcast. "I'm Myres, a medical doctor. I save people, not kill them. That's what you're
Myres' eyes locked onto Mikaelson, his grip on his gun tightening."You're finished, Mikaelson," Myres growled.Mikaelson sneered. "You'll never take me alive, Robert."Myres charged forward, but Mikaelson was too quick. He dodged and weaved.A bullet whizzed past Myres' shirt, and he ducked.Victor returned fire, but Mikaelson's men provided cover."Mikaelson's escaping!" Victor shouted.Myres sprinted after him, gun blazing.Mikaelson vanished into the smoke-filled alleys.“Robert, we lost him!" Victor yelled.Myres cursed, frustration burning within.This wasn't over.Mikaelson would regroup and strike again.Myres knew he had to be ready.For now, the battle was far from won.The war had just begun.(Naomi's pov)Naomi's eyes lingered on the blank walls, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.She paced, her footsteps echoing through the abandoned warehouse.Suddenly, the door creaked open.Myres strode in, his face etched with exhaustion."Naomi," he said softly.Naomi rushed
"You are useless, you are worthless, you can't even do anything for yourself. You solely depend on me. I bathe you, I clothe you, I feed you. I fuck you, oh, let me correct that, I fuck myself because there's nothing your disabled self can do but sit there and be nannied."I could remember all the words my wife said to me, word for word, as she handed me those divorce papers. As I took the papers with tears streaming down my eyes, I could barely see what was written, but I would be a blind bat not to notice the boldly written headings.Not being able to utter a single word, my hands shaking and heart beating like I had run a thousand miles, I tried to speak, but the words could barely come out. I tried to beg for her to stay with me, but I could see it in her eyes that her mind was made up.As I stared at the pool, flashes of what my life was played through my memory like a movie. I was a successful and renowned doctor, recognized worldwide.People would travel all around the world to
Put Dr. Ronald on the line,” I said, as I walked into the hospital. “Sir, his line has not been reachable for the past three hours,”“ How the fuck did this happen?" I shouted. “The surgery was a fucking success. All he had to do was stitch the body up. What could have possibly gone wrong?”I saw the nurse shiver at my words. “Get the security, get the police, get everyone to look for Ronald. He won't put me in this mess and run away,” I said.Just then, a group of gangster-looking men barged into the hospital, having my staff run in fright. “What is all this chaos for? Who are you, and how may I help you? This is a private organization, and we do not accept or welcome hoodlums,” I said to them firmly, but a little bit of nervousness crept over me.The nurse nudged at my shoulder, whispering some words I couldn't comprehend. But immediately, the man in a dark suit stepped out of the car. “Mikaelson Pedro,” I whispered, upon sighting him out of the car, the ruthless and richest eldest
Without confronting them, I drove out of the house in anger. I could feel my blood boiling, sweat dripping down my forehead, as my thoughts lingered on the evil smile Robin gave me. Like he knew what he was doing, like he wasn't remorseful, and he enjoyed every bit of the torment he saw in my eyes. My mind was messed up, and I couldn't concentrate on my driving, until a bright light shone into my eyes, and the sounds of the horning finally came to life. But it was too late, a loud bang was what I heard next, as my hands flew away from the steering, and my car tumbled countless times. I felt my head leaving my body, my body slamming on all corners of the car. I could feel my body sore, and when the car finally stopped I couldn't take a picture of anything I saw. Everything was blurry. A bang on the car window was the only sound I heard, as my eyes slowly closed.(At the hospital)“How could you do that to me, how could you let him see us together, and you kept your mouth shut? You b
Myer's POVAs I sat in my wheelchair, the house felt bigger and emptier. I stared at the stairs, now a huge obstacle. I was grateful for the elevator, a thoughtful decision I made in the past, probably in the future I saw what would unfold.I looked up at the ceiling, feeling tiny and helpless. Tears streamed down my face, and my head spun. My stomach growled, but I had no one to call. Sarah, the woman who came home with me, was nowhere to be found. She had hurt me, but she was all I had left.I rolled my chair into the kitchen, realizing I couldn't reach the cabinets. It felt like my own home was against me. I wiped away my tears and turned to leave, only to see Sarah leaning against the door frame.“Don't look at me like that,” she said, her eyes cold. “You should be grateful I'm still here. Karma's a bitch, right? All this tragedy is payback for your past mistakes.”I felt angry and hurt. “I've always been good to you, to everyone,” I said. “I loved you truly, and this is how you t
"How can you use me as collateral for your debt, Dad? You took a loan you can't pay, and now you've signed me over to Robert Grey. Have you ever seen him, Dad? I'm sure you haven't, as no one has. But don't you hear the rumors? His parents don't even want him because of how wicked he is. Yet, you've signed your daughter over to him as collateral.”I angrily yelled at my dad, who looked sheepish. “I'm sorry, honey, but I didn't know my business would crumble after I took a loan from him. Please, just go with him. He's outside already.”“But Dad, you don't even know whether the man outside is Robert or not. What if I'm going to be mistreated there? What if I'm abused? How do I get away from him?”Just as we were talking, the door opened, and thug-like men came in, forcefully taking me to their van. They blindfolded me, and that was the last thing I remembered until I faced Robert Grey.Memories of my peaceful days rushed back as I thought about the guy I had hit with my car. Why and how
Robert POV"What a foolish girl! What if something had happened to her? What would I have done? The thought of her venturing into the vast, unforgiving city of New York, running rampant and unguarded, was unbearable. I hadn't complained or worried much when she tried to escape before, since she always remained within my reach. But this time, I was consumed by dread. As the days passed without her being found, my heart raced with every tick of the clock.You may wonder why I'm so invested in Naomi's well-being. The truth is, she was my first love, before I became the ruthless, feared man I am today. I was once a vulnerable teenager, bullied and helpless, until one girl stood up for me, Naomi. Though she may not remember that moment, it's etched in my memory forever. Since then, I've watched over her from afar, even when we were separated. Fate brought us together again when her father came to me for a loan. Offering his most precious possession as collateral, Naomi Reels, a name I c