As they walked through the front door into the living room, Olivia couldn't help but admire the family pictures adorning the walls. Stopping at one that featured Jon's wife and their daughter, she couldn't resist the temptation to touch its frame. "I take it this is your daughter?" she inquired softly. Jon, leading the way, nodded affirmatively. "Yes." "What's her name?" Olivia asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. Jon's smile widened with pride. "Kourtney. Named after her grandmother." "What a beautiful name," Olivia remarked, her fingers lingering on the picture's glass. "She's pretty, just like her mom. And her eyes... she has her mother's eyes," she added, referring to Jon's wife's eyes. Jon nodded in agreement. "Yes, she does. She's a carbon copy of Hannah through and through." As they settled into the living room, Olivia took a seat on the couch. Jon, standing in front of her, asked, "Would you like to have anything?" "I'm fine," Olivia replied. Jon went to the
Hidden in the woods, Olivia watched as Carlos was pulled out of the old, decrepit warehouse. The sounds of frogs and crickets filled the air, and the first light of morning began to pierce through the darkness. Tears streamed down her face; her mission was accomplished. Although every atom in her body wanted to rush to Carlos as he was loaded into the ambulance and tell him how sorry she was for all he had suffered because of her, she restrained herself and quietly left the premises. 'THREE WEEKS LATER' In the late hours of the day, Carlos sat on his couch in his Manhattan residence, his phone in his hands. Pictures moved on the large flat TV in the background as he scrolled through several unanswered messages he had sent to Olivia over the past weeks, trying to reach her to know if she was safe. Her safety was paramount to Carlos, and he felt responsible for Olivia. As he contemplated, he muttered to himself, "Something is definitely wrong. Why is she not responding to any of my
As Carlos and his friends stepped into the restaurant, they were enveloped in a completely different atmosphere, like stepping into a new world. The scent of tantalizing Italian dishes filled the air, enticing their senses. Finding empty seats in a corner, they quickly settled in. A waitress approached their table, menu in hand, and greeted them warmly. "Welcome to R&S, my beautiful people. What will you be having today?" Toby, taken aback by her beauty, looked up and jokingly asked, "Do you come with the menu? Because I'll have you all day, all night." The waitress, smiling, flashed the ring on her finger and replied, "Sorry, I'm afraid not." Toby, disappointed but amused, responded, "That must be one lucky man." The waitress nodded in agreement, "Yes, he is." Witnessing the exchange, Carlos picked up the menu and politely interjected, "Give us a minute to go through the list. We'll let you know when we're ready to place our order. Thank you." "Of course, sir," the waitr
'LATE IN THE EVENING, THE FOLLOWING DAY.' Carlos, exhausted from the day's work and stress, lay sprawled on the couch in his living room. His white T-shirt was partly wrinkled, and his black pants and brogues still clung to him. A sudden vibration from his pocket interrupted his rest. Pulling out his phone, he saw Toby's name flashing on the screen. Not wanting to deal with it, he dropped his phone on the nearby glass table and let it ring out. Moments later, as he drifted into sleep, another vibration jolted him awake. Frustrated, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the phone, and with a long press on the side button, switched it off before placing it on his chest and attempting to resume his rest. After a while, now in a deep sleep, a familiar sound rang out. In his half - conscious state, it felt like a dream to Carlos. The persistent and consistent ringing of his doorbell finally pulled him back to reality. Groaning, he stood up from the couch and called out as he approached
As Carlos and Toby stepped into the mansion, they were immediately enveloped by the grandeur of the massive ballroom. The room was a breathtaking display of opulence: crystal chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of light across the walls, which were painted a soft gold and adorned with intricate, handcrafted designs. Every detail seemed to be a masterpiece in itself, contributing to the room's otherworldly beauty.Carlos, momentarily lost in awe, scanned the room with wide eyes. His head bobbed around, unable to maintain any semblance of composure. Turning to Toby, he couldn't contain his amazement and frustration. "How on earth did you manage to get an invite to this party?"Toby, clearly enjoying Carlos’s reaction, responded with a nonchalant grin, "Well, the host is a family friend."Carlos erupted into laughter at Toby’s response, his disbelief evident. "You wish! Are you serious?" His eyes searched Toby’s face for any hint of deception.Toby maintained his
"This is the celebrant, Senator Harvey's daughter, and her fiancé."Hearing this, the security team immediately called for medical assistance. Within minutes, paramedics arrived to tend to Abby and her fiancé. As they were being treated, one of the security guards approached Carlos and Toby, saying, "You two need to come with us. It's protocol. Until the senator's daughter and her fiancé wake up to confirm your stories, we can't be certain about what happened here. I hope you understand; we can't just take your word for it."Toby with an eyebrow raised, "What are you insinuating? Are you calling my friend a liar?"The security personnel responded calmly, "I'm not insinuating anything, sir. It's just protocol."Toby, his voice rising in frustration, retorted, "Protocol?..." But before he could continue, Carlos patted him from behind by the shoulder. "It's okay, man. The guy is just doing his job. Let's not make things harder for him."Toby, still fuming, replied, "There's nothing okay a
Carlos stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the unexpected visitor. "You? What are you doing here?" The lady at the door, eyes brimming with regret, said softly, "I came to apologize for what happened yesterday. I'm so sorry." Carlos's face darkened with anger. "First, how did you even know where I live? And why did you do that yesterday? Why lie? I saved you, and in return, I was mistreated and manhandled." Abby, her voice trembling, replied, "I know there's no excuse for what I did. I was scared for Philip. If my father found out what really happened, he would kill him. And I dont want that to happen. My actions were purely selfish, and for that, I am deeply sorry." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke. Carlos sighed, his voice cold. "It's Abby, right? Your apology doesn't erase the injustice I faced. And frankly, I do not forgive you. Leave now, or else I'll call the police on you." With that, he slammed the door shut. A few hours later, Carlos went down to the par
Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, Abby quickly stood up and ran out of Carlos's apartment. Carlos, still processing what had just happened, remained frozen on the couch for a few moments before springing into action to chase after her. By the time he reached the parking lot, all he could see was the tail end of the SUV Abby had arrived in, speeding out of the building's driveway. Defeated, Carlos returned to his apartment and tried reaching his friend Toby, wanting to share what had happened. However, after several unanswered calls, he gave up for the night. The following day, just after settling into his office, Carlos decided to seek out Toby. He knocked on Toby's office door and heard his friend's familiar voice from within, telling him to come in. As Carlos stepped in, Toby looked up from his desk. "Hey man, it's you. You don't need to knock." "Well, it's the normal courtesy and the right thing to do," Carlos replied as he sat down. Toby grinned, "What brings you to my humb