Few days later, The Brooks family household was extremely troubled. Martha had disappeared with no trace. Lady Elizabeth, Lyra and Tyla were seated in the living room, their minds in a mess. For the past few days, none of them have had a moment of rest. Compared to others, Lyra looked extremely miserable. While Tyla still had some time to touch her makeup, Lyra couldn't think of anything else. She was worried about her mother. They had complained to the police, filed a report about her disappearance but they found nothing. “What are we going to do?” Lyra said shakily, controlling the urge not to cry. “We've not found our mother. It's been three days now.” she added, turning to Lady Elizabeth and Tyla for answers. “Then you're asking us? Do you think we have the power to do anything in this case? Call your husband!” Tyla snapped, disturbed by Lyra’s pretentious acts, “If you really care about your mother, ask your husband to step in!” Lady Elizabeth turned to look at Lyra, “Yes.”
In a well furnished room, the golden chandelier added to the beauty and uniqueness, Illuminating everywhere.Everything in the room seemed to have its own value. They were rare artifacts. Things that can never be bought with money. Lyra traced her fingers on a flower vase, the object bringing a lot of memories to her. Happy ones, and also the ones filled with pain. Lyra knew she was running out of time, and only by asking Brian would she really get to the bottom of this. “Mother, hold on. I'll save you.” she mumbled, her fingers still tracing the flower vase. A few moments later, Brian walked in and placed his bag on the couch. Finding Lyra staring outside the window, he frowned, wondering why she was standing in that position. He removed his suit, rolled up his sleeves and approached her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, “What have you bothered, Lyra?” he placed his lips on the crane of her neck, “Are you okay?” “You're back.” Lyra smiled, a strange feeling in her heart. As m
The night passed by and the morning came in the blink of an eye. Brian picked up his phone and stared at the supposed location, wondering if he should allow Martha to suffer a little more. He opted not to as that would be a heartless act on his side, but Martha did even worse things to him, he just decided he won't pay evil with evil. If not for anything but for Lyra Descending down the stairs, he found Lyra setting up the table for breakfast. Her actions were graceful, just like her whole being. Even if Martha deserved punishments worse than being in hell, he couldn't help seeing his wife in pain. “Lyra, I'm off to work.” he gave her a small smile which she returned, “My mother…” her voice trailed off as she stared at Brian. Lyra was scared. Afraid Brian could change his mind anytime. “I have it under control, Lyra. Trust me.” he assured her, and Lyra sighed in relief. “Have a nice day at work then. I won't be going today. But wait, won't you have breakfast?” she asked with a frow
Months later, It was finally the time of winter. The festive period, The end of the year holiday which every family looked forward to. As Martha had already recovered, she knew she was forever indebted to Brian. Everyday of her life, she made sure she called to appreciate Brian for saving her life, and Martin? Martha made sure he spent the remaining days of his life in jail, next to his father where he truly belonged. Due to Brian's loyalty and strength, the Brooks household became found of him; and with Lyra’s persuasion, he finally forgave the Brooks family. With Harry and Martin locked up in prison, it was finally the time for a perfect wedding. Lyra sat Infront of a mirror, admiring herself as the bride. Her long hair was styled in a bun, revealing her heart shaped face. Her plump lips were painted in one of the most prettiest colors, making her look extremely beautiful. Finding the color of her wedding dress was quite stressful, and eventually, she decided to go with the colo
In a dimly lit room, Brandon; the bastard son of the Dukes stared at the young man who sat across him. The young man, Gordon, adjusted his golden rimmed spectacles, refusing to look into Brandon's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and Brandon was close to exploding. His grip around the wine glass tightened, and in less than a minute, the glass shattered in his hands, piercing his skin and drawing out blood. With the broken shard of glass nestled in his skin, Brandon didn't wince or howl in pain. Instead, he removed the shard and flinged it away. Seeing his actions, Gordon gulped as a shiver went down his spine. If not that he was being threatened, he would have escaped a few months ago. “So they had a wedding. That's what you're here to tell me.” Brandon chuckled as blood dripped from his hands, “You allowed the wedding to go through. Why?” he asked, his gaze turning cold. The broken shards on the table, he picked it up and played with it, “Tell me why you don't deserve to
Lyra strode out of her office, a smile plastered on her face as she recalled her previous night with Brian. Her second wedding with Brian had completely changed her life. Now everyone was giving her the respect she truly deserved. Everyday, after finishing up her work for the day, she looked forward to spending time with her husband. Not that she didn't enjoy it before. This time, it was completely different. Now that the whole world knew her as Brian's wife, her fame rose to another level. It was only after the wedding that she started getting the recognition as the business Tycoon’s wife. Turns out that not many people were aware of their marriage. Getting into the car, she placed her purse on the seat and froze when she felt a metallic touch on the back of her head. “Turn and meet your death.” a young man's voice could be heard, making Lyra's face turn pale. “Drive the car.” Gordon said, urging Lyra to start driving the car, but she was too scared to get her brain to work. Lyra
Lyra shook her head, hoping she just heard the wrong thing, but then, reality was harsh and cruel. Death was near and it wasn't just a peaceful one, but one full of pain and misery. However, there was one thing she was sure of. Brian would never sit still and watch her suffer. Instead, he would try his possible best to make sure she leaves this dreadful place unscathed. “That's not true.” Her voice was low and weak, showing the discomfort she was in, “My husband would never watch me suffer. When he comes, he'll make you pay for what you've done “ she spat, only to earn a slap from Brandon. As his palm came in contact with her cheeks, Lyra's face reddened and a mark of four fingers appeared on her cheeks. The stinging pain almost drove her insane, and the fact that she couldn't soothe the spot with her hands made it worse. All she could do was wiggle when the pain became intense. “Do you think I've done anything?” Brandon asked with a smile as he bent down before her. He raised her
Brian's mind was a complete mess. He patiently waited for Brandon to text him the location, and immediately he saw the message, he didn't waste any more time. He knew going to Brandon's territory was like a death wish, but he couldn't abandon Lyra. In hurried steps, he walked out of the Empire and entered his car. Stepping on the accelerator, he had no intention of controlling his speed. With the way he drove on the street, It was enough to get him arrested. Getting to the building, he inhaled a sharp breath and walked in, adjusting his gun in his pocket. The winner takes it all. If things get worse, then he would have to do something he never intended to do. As he walked in, he saw a lady tied to the chair with her head lowered. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt like running over. However, a young man approached Lyra and placed a gun on her forehead, “Make a single step and she gets it.” Gordon threatened, and Brian couldn't help but frown. The voice sounded too famil