"How dare that son of a bitch call me despite all my warnings that I would kill him if he came close to me again?" Isabella said this immediately as she pulled over, like a storm gathering strength before it unleashes its fury.Her eyes, even in a blink of an eye, suddenly became reddish, her face hard like a stone-cold mask of fury, and her veins cropped out of her forehead like a raging river, pulsating with anger and frustration.Again, she dug her hand into her fancy bag and brought out her phone."Is he using a private number to call me? How dare he?" Isabella said it aloud like a thunderous clap, her voice reverberating with anger and disbelief, as if he could hear her without picking up the call. Hence, she immediately picked up the call, but what she heard was a different voice which was not Davis'."Hello, b*tch," Isabella heard immediately on the phone, and if she recognized the voice, it was hence a lie.Immediately, all her anger softened, and her veins receded into her sk
Though Isabella heard the man's words loud and clear, she believed that she didn't need to respond in any way, whether yelling or speaking calmly. Therefore, she began to walk out of the man’s appliance shop.Anticipating Isabella's next move, the man didn't hold back his outburst. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Everyone knows your face, Isabella Rosewood! No one will sell you that weapon; nobody even sells it. But I can get it for you if you tell me what you want to use it for."Isabella had already reached the entrance door as the man finished speaking. "Would it really be so bad to deceive him? After all, he might help me get what I need," she thought. With that, she turned back and walked toward the man.Tears unexpectedly welled up in her eyes as she walked. Muscus streamed down her nose like a rivulet, and her beautiful face transformed into a picture of sorrow, akin to a rain-soaked flower."I apologize, Isabella. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just meant...""It'
Arriving at another store in Eldridge, Alexa had driven the car there for about twenty minutes from their previous location. Isabella, from inside the car, gazed at the boldly written inscription on the wall, which read "Luminova Scientific Emporium." Curious, like a cat drawn to a mysterious sound, she asked, "Alexa, what do they sell here?" "It's best if we acquire the microscope before the gun. They're not sold in the same store, so we'll get them one after the other." "Oh, okay. Should I go in now?" Isabella asked with the innocence of a child who's yet to distinguish her right from her left. "Yes, Isabella, go on in now and purchase the microscope," Alexa answered, like a mother who thus showed her little kid the way to the playing ground, and Isabella stepped out of the car gently. As she pushed open the heavy glass door to the store and entered the Luminova Scientific Emporium, her eyes met those of a man dressed in white scrubs, resembling a doctor. He wore a glass on one
As Isabella slipped back into her car, she began to reflect on how things suddenly went haywire between the old man who sold her the microscope and herself, like a delicate thread unraveling from a once tightly woven fabric."He was nice at first, all because he thought I would buy the invention," Isabella muttered like a disillusioned traveler. However, even though she was essentially speaking to herself and expected no one to answer, Alexa spoke up like an unexpected echo in a quiet chamber."Yes, Isabella. Everyone has their own strategy for selling their product. The way I saw it back there, the man hadn't sold any of his items in a while. When you entered his store, the happiness that welled up in him was taller than Mount Everest and deeper than the mighty ocean. This happiness grew even more when he saw you engrossed in the invention. He probably thought there was no way you'd not buy it, but you disappointed him, and he resorted to calling you names.""Well, he's a fool to thi
Immediately, Isabella's car roared to life like a lioness of the jungle, scaring away other animals. Her hands were not on the steering wheel, as it was obvious to anyone who looked into the car on the road that it was driving itself like a sentient being following its own path.Even with such propelling speed, resembling a swift gust of wind, the journey took Isabella another 30 minutes of driving. And at this moment, they were at a car park in front of a children's playground, which obviously confused Isabella even more."What is this, Alexa? Where have you brought me? This is no place where they sell weapons; this is a car park with a playground in front of it.""No, Isabella. Why would I decide to play jokes on you? We are here for some serious business, and acquiring a gun needs to be discreet. Remember, you're buying a gun illegally without a license. If you look around carefully, you'll see something unusual. Head towards it and open the dusty door.""I see nothing, Alexa," Isa
Isabella noticed that there was something strange about the clown man as he continued to shoot a sidelong glance at her, as if he were monitoring her movements and trying to understand what was going on like a detective unraveling a perplexing case."Why is he looking at me like that, Alexa?" Isabella pressed her lips to the side, attempting to prevent the clown man from detecting that she was speaking to someone or something on the phone using an earpiece. As she talked, she covered her mouth with her left hand like a covert agent, concealing secret communications from prying eyes."How am I supposed to know, Isabella? I am an artificial intelligence, not a magician performing tricks on stage to entertain people," Alexa replied, her voice tinged with a hint of playful exasperation."I know, and I apologize. He's still giving me that sidelong look. Could it be that the dusty door is somewhere near him?" Isabella whispered like a conspirator sharing a secret in hushed tones."No, you'r
"And oh! You might want to unplug your earpiece as you approach the door," Alexa said once more."But why?" Isabella asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. She wondered why she should unplug her phone's earpiece, especially since it was her phone and they did not own it."You must understand that this place is a dangerous zone, and any mistake on your part could have dire consequences, potentially leading to your death. So, follow all instructions meticulously and blend in as if you're one of them, only to acquire the weapon. You'll be out of here quickly. Moreover, this task falls on you alone, which means I am shutting down in 1, 2 ....""No wait!" Isabella interjected in a loud whisper, but it was too late. She suddenly heard a chime, signaling Alexa's shutdown. Hence, fear began to take hold within her as she remembered everything Alexa had said, particularly the fact that even the slightest mistake could result in her death."Wordpass Santiago." Isabella breathed out the passw
Hearing this, Isabella's legs began to quiver all of a sudden again, as she knew nothing of what to say. Then beads of sweat began to drop from her face like raindrops on earth, and the ground beneath her became wet like the canvas of a painter's masterpiece, absorbing the intensity of her apprehension.“Ehm, ehm, ehm," she began to stutter, as the guard's face looked more dangerous than before. Hence, the second guard at the door, like the first guard, revealed his pistol on his belt and stepped closer to her.Isabella could hear his breathing, which indicated how carefully he stepped toward her. Then he pulled the pistol from his belt and slowly pointed it at Isabella’s head, like a hired assassin who was going to kill his victim without any atom of empathy for her life.Seeing that two pistols were pointed at her, Isabella's heart began to race more than the horses on a race track. She immediately wished she could just speak to Alexa at this moment, and Alexa would bail her out by
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i