Maria Bolton strode into the autistic center, her purposeful steps echoing through the corridors as she made her way to the reception desk. Her expression was one of determination, her brow furrowed with concern."Excuse me," she said, her voice commanding attention. "I'm here to pick up my brother, George Bolton."The receptionist nodded, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she pulled up George's file. "Of course, Miss Bolton," she replied. "Let me just check his whereabouts for you."Maria tapped her foot impatiently as she waited, her anxiety mounting with each passing second. She had never been one to show vulnerability, but the thought of George wandering off on his own sent a chill down her spine.Finally, the receptionist looked up, her expression troubled. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bolton," she said hesitantly. "It seems that George excused himself to go outside, but he hasn't returned yet."Maria's heart skipped a beat as she absorbed the news. "What do you mean he hasn't return
Eric, Calvin, and their men waited in tense anticipation. George lay on the ground, still unconscious and battered from the beating he had endured. Eric's heart remained unmoved by the sight of George's condition. After all, it was Eric who had given the order for Calvin's men to rough him up, a necessary sacrifice to ensure Emily's safety.As they waited for Maria Bolton to arrive with Emily, Eric couldn't shake the haunting image of Emily's frail form in the warehouse. She had been so weak, so vulnerable, and it had filled him with a sense of urgency to rescue her from Maria's clutches. He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering any longer, and every passing moment felt like an eternity.Impatience gnawed at Eric's nerves as he scanned the horizon, his eyes darting back and forth in search of any sign of Maria's approach. He longed to see Emily's face, to assure her that she was safe now, that he was here to protect her. He knew she would be frightened and traumatized after
As they arrived at the mansion, Emily's weak voice broke the silence. "Whose home is this?" she asked, her eyes scanning the elegant surroundings."It belongs to Mr. Radcliffe," Eric replied gently, "and he wouldn't mind us being here."Emily nodded weakly, sinking into the softness of the bed. Her emaciated form showed the suffering she had endured under Maria Bolton's captivity.Eric clenched his jaw tightly, guilt and anger warring within him. Emily had endured unimaginable pain because of him, and he couldn't shake off the weight of responsibility.Moving to her side, Eric brushed a stray strand of hair from Emily's face. "You'll be fine," he assured her softly.Emily's response was feeble. "I don't feel good. I want to see my family."Eric's heart twisted with sympathy. "You'll see them soon," he promised, his voice laced with determination. "But for now, you need to rest. I'll take care of everything."Emily's gratitude was evident as she looked up at him. "I'm glad you came for
"What are you trying to imply?" Eric's voice was tinged with suspicion as he faced Lucius once more."You shouldn't think you can use the ring for only good," Lucius replied cryptically. "To keep it intact, you need to carry out evil as well."Eric's frown deepened, his brows furrowing in consternation. "So, you mean I should stain my hands with blood before I can keep making use of the ring?" he asked incredulously.Lucius's response was twisted, but it still confirmed Eric's worst fears. "In a manner of speaking," he replied, his tone enigmatic."I haven't killed anyone before, and I'm not planning to do so," Eric asserted firmly.Lucius regarded him with a knowing gaze. "But you have killed," he stated matter-of-factly. "Seven men, in fact."Eric's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you referring to Alexander and his men? I didn't kill anyone," he protested.Lucius's response was chilling in its clarity. "You did," he affirmed. "When you called upon the ring for help while Alexander w
As Emily stirred from her slumber, she felt an unfamiliar sensation wash over her—she felt whole. It was as though the events of the past few days had been nothing more than a distant nightmare. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, unable to comprehend how she could feel so normal after everything she had endured.Slowly, Emily sat up in bed, her mind still foggy from sleep. She remembered Eric placing the drip in her arm before she drifted off into a deep slumber, but she couldn't explain how she now felt so rejuvenated.Glancing around the room, Emily couldn't shake the surreal feeling that washed over her. It seemed impossible that she could wake up feeling this way after enduring such torment at the hands of Maria Bolton. She had expected to wake up feeling weak and battered, but instead, she felt strong and alive.As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Emily marveled at the newfound energy coursing through her veins. It was as though Eric's care and the
"Wow," Eric began, his voice laced with astonishment. "I... I wasn't expecting this."Sadness flickered across Emily's face at his words, her heart sinking at the thought of Eric not returning her feelings. "It's okay," she replied softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "If you don't exactly feel the same way I do."Eric's heart clenched at the sight of Emily's crestfallen expression, a pang of guilt washing over him. "No, no," he hurriedly interjected, reaching out to gently grasp her hand in his. "I've always had genuine feelings towards you. In fact, I tried as much as I could to not tell you because I felt you would think I was going too far."Relief flooded Emily's features at Eric's confession, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You do have feelings for me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Eric didn't hesitate, closing the distance between them as he placed his hand over hers. "Why did you think I always came through for you?" he questioned softly, his g
Maria sat beside her brother George's hospital bed, her face contorted with anger and frustration. "I can't believe this happened to you, George," she muttered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You didn't deserve any of this."George lay motionless, his eyes closed, his body battered from the brutal assault he had endured. Maria's heart ached as she looked at him, knowing that he had been targeted because of her association with Eric Radcliffe.A surge of rage boiled within Maria as she thought of Eric. "How dare he," she growled through clenched teeth, her hands curling into fists. "To think he could hurt you like this, all because of that wretched Emily Walter."With determination burning in her eyes, Maria made a vow to herself. "I won't let him get away with this," she declared, her voice filled with venom. "I'll make him pay for what he's done to you, George. I swear it."Rising from her seat, Maria stormed out of the hospital room, her steps echoing with purpose as she marched
Claudia Johansson as she emerged from Eclipsa Studios, her mind still buzzing with the excitement of her latest film project. However, her joy was short-lived as she was suddenly accosted by a group of menacing figures clad in black."Hey, what's going on? Let go of me!" Claudia's voice trembled with fear as she struggled against the firm grip of the masked men.Before she could even process what was happening, a cold metal object pressed against her temple, silencing her protests in an instant. With wide eyes filled with terror, Claudia glanced up to see the glint of a gun barrel staring back at her."Shut up and get in the car," one of the men growled, his voice dripping with malice as he shoved Claudia roughly towards the waiting vehicle.Heart pounding in her chest, Claudia complied, her mind racing with a million unanswered questions. Who were these people, and why were they targeting her? The car sped off into the night, leaving Claudia with a sinking feeling of dread in the pit