The door swung open, revealing Mark standing on the threshold, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before him. His heart raced, a mix of anger and protectiveness coursing through his veins. He had just returned from visiting a friend, unaware of the imminent intrusion awaiting him at home.As Mark took in the scene, he saw Michael standing in their living room, clutching the baby in his arms. His voice boomed with a mixture of rage and entitlement, demanding to see "his" child. Mark's gaze shifted to Kathryn, who stood frozen in shock, her eyes pleading for his support.At that moment, Mark's protective instincts kicked into overdrive. He stepped forward, his voice firm and unwavering, "What are you doing here? How did you find out where we live?" Kathryn had showed him his picture and he knew Michael was Kathryn's ex-husband.Michael's expression twisted with a malicious grin. "You can't keep me away from my child. I'll do whatever it takes to be a part of their life, even if
Michael sat in his dimly lit room, the weight of Justin's words sinking deep into his consciousness. He received a phone call from Justin, his childhood friend. Justin had visited Mr and Mrs Allison, and they told him of their intention to get Michael arrested. The phone call had shattered the fragile illusion of control he had maintained over his past actions. The mention of the police and the accusation of his involvement in the deaths of the past CEOs at The Class of Verity sent a chill down his spine.Fear gripped him, his hands trembling as he clutched the phone tightly. The once-close relationship he shared with Justin now felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment. Justin had been his confidant, someone who knew his secrets, his ambitions, and the lengths he would go to achieve them.As the minutes ticked by, Michael's mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to escape the impending doom. The thought of being arrested, and exposed for the crimes he had committed,
Jakes and Mark sat at their usual joint, a cozy pub where they often met for drinks and heartfelt conversations. The dim lighting and the soft murmur of voices created an ambiance that lent itself to their discussions as friends. It was a place where they could share their thoughts, experiences, and burdens without judgment.As they sipped on their drinks, Mark noticed a flicker of curiosity in Jakes's eyes. His gaze was fixed on his phone, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Intrigued, Jakes leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued."What's caught your attention there, Jakes?" Mark asked, unable to hide his curiosity.Mark hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share the contents of his phone. But sensing Jakes' genuine interest, he decided to show him the picture that had captivated his attention. He handed over his phone, the image displayed on the screen for Jakes to see.As Jakes glimpsed the picture, his eyes widened in recognition. "Wait a minute. Isn't th
Michael sat alone in his dimly lit sitting room, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts. As he reflected on his past, a sinister smile crept across his face. He contemplated the numerous times he had involved Mrs. Allison in his evil plans and the twisted alliance they had forged.Over the years, Michael had cultivated a relationship with Mrs. Allison, exploiting her vulnerabilities and using her as a pawn in his criminal endeavors. He had played on her fears and insecurities, weaving a web of deceit and manipulation. In return, Mrs. Allison had been a willing accomplice, aiding him in executing his malicious schemes.The memories of their sinister partnership brought a surge of excitement coursing through Michael's veins. The power he held over Mrs. Allison fueled his ego, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could easily expose her if he were to be arrested.In Michael's twisted mind, the idea of turning the tables on Mrs. Allison filled him with a perverse pleasure. He ima
Jakes and Stephanie exchanged a knowing glance as they made their way to Mr. and Mrs. Allison's home. They had heard through the grapevine about the desperate search for Michael, and their hearts ached for Mr and Mrs Allison. They knew they had to offer their support in this trying time.As they approached the front door, Stephanie's hand trembled slightly, a mixture of anticipation and concern coursing through her veins. Jakes squeezed her hand reassuringly, silently urging her to find the strength to face the Allison family's current turmoil.The door swung open, revealing a haggard Mr Allison standing before them. His eyes were red and puffy, evidence of the countless sleepless nights spent worrying about Michael. But as he caught sight of Jakes and Stephanie, a flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, a spark of light amidst the darkness that had enveloped him."Jakes, Stephanie," Mr. Allison whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "It's so good to see you both." He opened his arms
Michael and Justin, their hearts pounding with a mix of trepidation and determination, had finally arrived at the small town they hoped would grant them temporary respite from the clutches of the law. As they stepped out of the bustling bus station, the air felt different—a welcome change from the crowded streets of the city they had left behind.The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the quiet streets lined with charming houses and cosy shops. The town exuded a sense of serenity, a sanctuary that seemed worlds away from the chaos and turmoil that had become their reality. It was a place where they could hide in plain sight, where they could attempt to rebuild their shattered lives.With a collective sigh of relief, Michael and Justin took a moment to soak in their new surroundings.The scent of fresh air mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an atmosphere of tranquillity that instantly calmed their restless souls. The bustling noise of the city
The atmosphere in the Allison household had suddenly become charged with tension. Mr Allison's accusation hung in the air, causing a collective gasp from everyone present. Jakes, Stephanie, and Mrs Allison stared at Mr Allison with a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief. The room seemed to grow smaller, suffocating them with its heavy silence.Jakes, his voice barely above a whisper, managed to break the silence. "Dad, I don't understand. What are you talking about? I had nothing to do with any crimes, let alone the killings of the past CEOs at The Class of Verity."His words hung in the air, pleading for understanding, desperate to prove his innocence. The weight of the accusation pressed heavily upon his young shoulders, threatening to shatter the trust and bond that had once defined their relationship.Mr Allison, his eyes locked onto Jakes, remained resolute. His voice carried a mix of anger and disappointment. "I received a call, Jakes. A call from an unknown number, claim
Nora sat comfortably in the living room, engrossed in a book as the hours drifted by. It had been a pleasant few weeks since Michael's arrival, and she had grown accustomed to his presence in the house. Justin, her boyfriend, had introduced Michael as an old friend who needed a place to stay temporarily.Unbeknownst to Nora, Michael was living a double life, his true nature hidden beneath a façade of charm and congeniality. He had carefully crafted an image of normalcy, concealing the darkness that lurked within him. Nora saw him as nothing more than a friend, ignorant of the fact that Michael was a wanted man and his face was plastered on television screens and posters across the city.On this particular day, Justin had to attend to some urgent matters and had left Nora and Michael alone in the house. As the sun cast warm rays through the windows, Michael saw an opportunity to approach Nora, his gaze fixated on her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.He moved closer