"What do you want, Henry?” This had to be the hundredth time Aaron asked Henry Neville exactly what he had up his sleeves. The clock was ticking and dusk was upon them both.Henry was best described as a slow poison with a two-faceted motive. Aaron saw through all his damn facades. “Let's not forget our reason for meeting, son, Dragon.” The name caused Aaron to brew with an unwholesome personal vendetta.Helen watched from a distance, anticipating the worst. Everything appeared peaceful and Aaron seemed to be out of harm's way. “Should we retreat and give them space to chitchat?” The irritated voice of Lucas rang through the air, causing Helen to stir with displeasure. “Are you married or maybe in love, Mr. Lucas?” She made sure the question hit the spot, as she stared at him, waiting for a solid reply, and so did the others.“I am the only surviving son and I am currently and still very much open to love.” He gazed at her seductively, amidst the guards who watched his disgusting reac
Trust is an unbreakable bond that runs deep like the bond shared by the family. In this story my friends had taken a turn for the worse and, according to my favorite opinion, had no detour back to normalcy. “ What did he say?” Helen inquired from Aaron the moment Henry was out of sight and hearing distance. Aaron could tell that their feelings, towards the sudden repentance of Henry, remained mutual. “You don't believe in his abrupt change in character, do you?” He asked Helen the obvious, and she answered with a sharp nod.“Neither do I trust your bodyguard.” Her eyes shot lasers toward Lucas's direction. Aaron had underestimated Lucas and here he stood, gallantly, and in a position to feed him to the den of lions. “Neither do I,” Aaron replied. He had a casual meet-off with Suarez, he and the detective were bonding up. “Do you have plans for the evening?” He would rather not be left alone to sulk, a taste of Helen on the side would do him some good. Let's not forget the mind-blowing
Anna had become a ghost in the Churchill mansion, only appearing when necessary, and this evening was no exception. “Do you intend on telling Grandpa Adolph about this?” Helen inquired from Aaron, who needed a nice shower and good night's sleep…the place where the knife dug into his skin, scarred, and left a cut that would never be forgotten in a hurry. “For now, he should be less aware of my activities, it will keep him safe from harm's way.” Left for him, he did not want the old man to be involved in his business one bit. It put him at risk of the faceless killer who murdered without an iota of mercy. “He is the only family you have left and the closest thing to a parent that I have as well.” Aaron loved that grey—headed man, he always turned up for him and fought battles Aaron felt handicapped to take on. Anna decided to turn herself into a temporary housewife in the meantime. Emily had gotten lost in the wind alongside baby Ryan. She played around with some ingredients, tossing t
“I didn't kill Julian," Anna said in an angry voice, trying to keep her composure. "I'm not a murderer." But Andrew and his boss, Aaron, didn't seem convinced. They were treating her like a criminal as if she had already been convicted of a crime. She felt a surge of panic and anger, but she tried to stay calm. She knew she couldn’t prove she was innocent when indeed she was guilty as hell. But still, she tried to keep in the act.Andrew stood guard, his eyes never leaving her, while Aaron paced around the room. Anna could feel the tension rising, and she feared that things were about to get much worse.Anna was a smart woman, and Aaron knew it. As he paced the room, he could feel the tension rising between them. She sat there, silent and still, like a defeated opponent. It was as if she had already given up. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, what her next move would be. He wished he could read her mind.Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the tense silence. It was Hel
Anna feigned exhaustion as she slowly retreated to her room, away from the watchful eye of Andrew. But it was all an act - her real purpose was to make an urgent phone call. With trembling fingers, she dialed a familiar number, her heart pounding in her chest. “Come on, pick up," she whispered under her breath. The call went to voicemail, and she was filled with rage. "You bastard!" she hissed, slamming her fist against the wall. "How could you ignore my calls at a time like this?" She knew that Lucas was her only hope of escaping her current situation. ********** Aaron was determined to protect his family, no matter what. He had already lost so much, and he would not let anything else slip through his fingers. So he decided to bring his wife and son home, along with their loyal nanny, Emily. The thought of Emily quickly crossed his mind, she had been through a lot with the family, and he knew that she was feeling the stress of the situation. But he was grateful for he
Aaron, buried in his work in the office. For a little while he couldn’t concentrate, the fact he could have numerous enemies out there without his knowing. It felt like they were coming from different dimensions. Was it Anna who wanted him back so badly and would do anything to get him back even if it took the initiative to harm whomever he loved, she would do it, or Henry Neville who wouldn’t stop the recurrent threat towards his life and his family because of how he had taken everything from him. Lucas was another case, he wasn’t so sure who the man was any longer.Ariel walks in on his thoughts. “Sir, you have a package” a beige small-looking box, held carefully in Ariel’s hands.“Who is it from?” Aaron asked with so much caution. His thoughts went wide again. Was it from his enemies?“Leave it right there, you can go” The petty package was dropped carefully on Aaron’s desk by Ariel, she hoped it wasn’t something that would harm her boss as her presence was now absent from his of
Helen jumped to her feet as Aaron burst into the room. He was angry, and she was afraid of what he might do. As he strode towards Anna, his grip tightening on her arm, Helen was frozen in place. Helen didn't know what to do or say. She wanted to help, but she was afraid of making the situation worse. Helen’s mind had raced to what Emily had told her about what had happened that night, though she didn’t see the culprit like she had said it was definitely someone from the mansion and Anna wasn’t far from being the prime suspect. Spilling anything to Aaron right now could cause chaos and more there was no valid evidence to prove anything.Aaron's words were like a punch to the gut. "You killed Julian, didn't you?" he demanded, his face twisted with rage. Helen's heart was pounding as she waited for Anna's response. Anna wasn't the type to show remorse. She was a tough cookie, and she didn't seem to care about the consequences of her actions. Even as Aaron confronted her, she didn't seem
The smell of disinfectant and antiseptic stung Anna's nostrils as she lay on the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor's verdict. She couldn't remember the last time she had been in a hospital, let alone had a medical examination, probably when she had lost her child. The sterile environment and the sound of beeping machines only served to heighten her anxiety, she wasn’t so anxious because she knew she truthfully had a baby for Aaron. “Mr. Churchill," the doctor began a sense of gravitas in his tone. "I've confirmed that she is indeed pregnant, and according to the tests, she is approximately three weeks along." Aaron's face darkened, his features twisting in anger. Anna dared to sit there, a smug look on her face, as if she had accomplished something great. It made Aaron's blood boil, and he struggled to maintain his composure. Aaron's face was a mask of anger, and he could barely find the words to express his rage. All he could think about was how Anna had taken advantage of him