Chapter Ninety Four The minutes felt like hours as he anxiously waited for any news about Selena's whereabouts. Just when his patience was wearing thin, his phone's screen illuminated with an unfamiliar private number. Hesitant but hopeful, Elijah answered the call as instructed by the police, praying it would be a lead to find his beloved wife."Hello?" His voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation.But there was no immediate response. Instead, a chilling silence hung in the air. The unknown caller seemed to revel in Elijah's anticipation, basking in the knowledge of his anguish.Suddenly, a low, mechanical laugh echoed through the phone, sending shivers down Elijah's spine. It sounded inhuman, almost robotic, devoid of any empathy or remorse. Fear gripped him tighter, and he struggled to find the right words."Who is this? Where is my wife?" He demanded, his voice now tinged with anger, hoping to get some answers.The laughter continued, becoming more intense, almost ma
Chapter Ninety Five Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the wooden door, making Grandfather Williams's heart skip a beat. He hesitated for a moment before rising to answer it, his cane tapping gently on the hardwood floor. Slowly, he opened the door, revealing two stern-faced police officers in their crisply pressed uniforms."Good morning, Grandfather Williams," the older officer said with a tone of regret, "We've received reports of unpaid debts and multiple complaints about your grandson, Henry. We're here to investigate and, if necessary, arrest him."Grandfather Williams's heart sank further, but he nodded solemnly, knowing that the officers were just doing their duty. "Come in," he murmured, stepping aside to let them enter. The officers exchanged a glance as they noticed the old man's slumped shoulders and weary expression.As they stepped inside, the officers were met with the sight of a once vibrant and lively home now in disarray. Papers scattered on the dining table, u
Chapter Ninety Six The prison stinks , he gets beaten up because he is a weakling and to make matters worse, the food tastes salty and stale so he hardly eats till he gets hungry and acts like he is about to before he eats. In Fact the once handsome Henry is now looking all lean , ugly and malnourished. Henry sat slumped on the cold, unforgiving metal bench inside the dimly lit prison visiting room, exhaustion etched across his face. He looked up at Stella, his only hope who had come to visit him as she always did, offering solace amidst the desolate confines."I can't take this anymore, Stella," Henry sighed, his voice laced with weariness. "Every day feels like hell here. I miss the simple pleasures of life, the warmth of the sun, and the freedom to walk without these suffocating walls around me."Stella empathetically placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, comforting him with her presence. "I know, Henry. I can see it in your eyes, and it breaks my heart. We need to do something a
Chapter Ninety Seven Henry's heart raced with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he stepped out of the prison gates, finally tasting the sweet air of freedom after years of confinement. The sun shone brightly overhead, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold, gray walls he had grown accustomed to. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of freedom and a future filled with possibilities.Adjusting to the bustling world outside the prison walls was overwhelming at first. The sights, sounds, and faces he encountered seemed foreign and distant. Still, determination drove him forward. Henry hailed a taxi and gave the address of his Las Vegas apartment, a place he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime.As the taxi sped through the city, Henry gazed out of the window, taking in the neon lights and the vibrant energy of Las Vegas. Memories of the life he once led here flooded back, a stark contrast to the confined and controlled existence of his prison days. The thought of returning to t
Chapter Ninety Eight Stella stood in the dimly lit room, her trembling hands clasped tightly over her reddened cheeks as tears streamed down her face. The stinging pain from Henry's slap still lingered, but it was the coldness in his eyes and the lack of remorse that cut her soul even deeper. She couldn't believe what had just happened, the sudden outburst of anger that turned everything upside down.The room felt suffocating, the walls seemingly closing in around her. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the heartache etched across her face, her eyes swollen and red. She had always thought Henry was her rock, her safe harbor, but in that moment, he felt like a stranger, an unpredictable storm that had torn apart her world.As she stood there, she replayed the scene in her mind. They had been arguing about something trivial, and she had never imagined it would escalate this far. But anger had a way of changing people, revealing the darkest corners of their hearts, and in that moment
Chapter Ninety Nine Stella paced nervously in her dimly lit apartment, clutching her phone tightly as she dialed Elijah's number for what felt like the hundredth time. Each ring went unanswered, and her heart sank deeper with every moment of silence. She knew she had to apologize and face the consequences of her actions. The guilt gnawed at her conscience, and she couldn't bear it any longer.With a heavy sigh, Stella decided she couldn't wait any longer. She knew she had hurt Elijah deeply, and she needed to make things right. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and resolved to face him in person. She hurriedly got dressed, slipped her phone into her pocket, and made her way to the club where they had once shared so many happy memories.As she entered the vibrant club, the pulsating music and colorful lights surrounded her, but she felt numb inside. The club that had once been a place of joy now held a cloud of remorse for her. Stella found a secluded corner and ordered
Chapter Hundred “Leave me alone, I don't want to follow you “ Stella whispered her lips shaking but he ignored her Amidst the neon-lit chaos of the pulsating nightclub, Henry's fingers clenched around Stella's wrist, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who had been dancing just moments before. Her heart raced as he pulled her away from the thumping music and dazzling lights, his eyes locked onto hers with a fierce determination. The smell of alcohol and sweat mingled in the air, creating a heady atmosphere that seemed to thicken as they moved towards the exit.Stella stumbled after him, her confusion and the stiletto-induced ache in her feet making her steps unsteady "Henry, what's going on?" she shouted over the din, but he didn't answer. His jaw was set, his lips pressed into a determined line, and she could see a flicker of worry in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.They burst through the exit doors, the cool night air hitting them like a slap in the face. Henry di
Chapter One Hundred And One Henry lay in the hospital bed, his face pale and drawn, a facade of illness masking his true intentions. His eyes fluttered as if struggling to remain open, while a feeble cough escaped his lips every now and then. Tubes and wires snaked around him, lending an air of authenticity to his act. Stella sat beside him, her presence begrudging yet unwavering, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the worn armrest.The sterile smell of the hospital room mingled with the anxiety that hung heavily in the air. Stella's gaze, though fixed on Henry, held a distant longing for the world outside those stark walls. She had been dragged into this ruse against her will, coerced into staying by Henry's side. Her fingers clenched the edge of her seat as she fought the urge to get up and walk away from the charade.Henry's voice broke the heavy silence, his words a raspy whisper, "Stella, could you fetch me some water?" Stella's eyes rolled slightly in exasperation, but she n