Jeremy brought out his phone from his pocket, seeing it was his wife that was calling he answered the call immediately.Jeremy heart skipped, as the words from his wife made his entire body vibrated. "Our daughter was involved in an accident and she's being rushed to the hospital." His hands shook as he dropped the phone, stumbling out of the delivery truck. His heart was pounding, his mind a whirl of thoughts. With his mind only focused on his daughter's safety, he hailed a taxi, jumping in as soon as it pulled up. As the taxi sped toward the hospital, He gripped the sides of the seat, trying to control his breathing as the fear for his daughter's life consumed him. The minutes felt like hours as they drew closer to the hospital.Jeremy stepped out of the taxi, barely remembering to pay the driver as he rushed into the hospital. Jeremy's voice trembled as he spoke to the nurse at the front desk. "My daughter was brought in here, her name is Mia Hamilton. She's eight years old," h
Mr. Smith's assistant entered his office, his footsteps quick and urgent. "Sir, they've arrived," he announced, a hint of apprehension coloring his voice.Mr. Smith gave a satisfied nod. "Did you give them the full treatment, as I requested?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of his authority."Yes, sir," the assistant replied, a slight tremble in his tone. "Everything has been arranged, just as you specified."With a nod, Mr. Smith dismissed his assistant, his mind already turning to the next phase of his plan."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mrs. Smith questioned, her voice tight with apprehension. "We're treating Jeremy and his family too well. It's bound to raise their suspicions about us."Mr. Smith gave a dismissive snort. "He's my nephew," he retorted, his voice edged with irritation. "Why shouldn't I treat him with respect?"Mrs. Smith's expression hardened. "That didn't stop you from letting your own sister die," she shot back. "What makes you think Jeremy will spar
Jeremy and his family arrived at Relagas Private Inn, only a few minutes away from their temporary lodgings. They were immediately greeted by a smiling gentleman who welcomed them with a warm, "Welcome Mr and Mrs Nathaniel!"Then, a little girl, who appeared to be about the same age as Mia, stepped forward and presented the couple with a beautiful bouquet of flowers."Wow, this is such a lovely welcome," Avery exclaimed, her voice warm with gratitude. "It's very unusual to receive such a friendly greeting from a business when it's not work-related."The smiling gentleman nodded in agreement, his voice polite and professional. "Ma'am, all of our international guests are welcomed like this. But your visit is especially important to us, as our CEO has prepared a special banquet for you and your family."Avery took the bouquet of flowers from the little girl, handing them over to Mia with a smile.As the family stepped through the grand entrance of Relagas Private Inn, they were greeted b
Mr Smith picked up the phone and punched in the number for reception. When the receptionist answered, he got straight to the point. "When is Jeremy Nathaniel due to arrive?" "He's due to arrive later this evening, sir," came the answer, courteous and polite. Mr Smith's voice took on an authoritative, commanding edge. "I expect to be informed the moment he arrives," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Absolutely, sir," the receptionist replied, the slightest hint of fear in her voice. Mrs Smith's voice rang out, her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone. "Darling!" she exclaimed, her frustration palpable. "It's confirmed. Jeremy Nathaniel is in New York." Her husband's gaze shifted to her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What does this have to do with James?" Mrs Smith's expression grew grim. "Remember, James was the Kaiden's lapdog here in New York," she said, her tone grave. "And despite his best efforts to keep it quiet, we both know how much the Kaiden despise
Mr. Smith's expression turned grave at his wife's question. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice full of concern.Mrs. Smith fixed her husband with a steady, unwavering gaze. "Jeremy Nathaniel," she stated, her tone heavy with accusation.At the mention of the name, Mr. Smith's body tensed, his hands clenching into fists. He rose slowly from his seat, his posture rigid and defensive, as if he had just been caught in the act.Mr. Smith shook his head, his voice cool and collected. "What about Jeremy Nathaniel?" he asked, his gaze steady on his wife's face."That's the thing," Mrs. Smith responded, her words tumbling out in a flurry of excitement. "Jeremy Nathaniel, the same Jeremy Nathaniel we've been trying to keep hidden for all these years—he's here in New York. And he's booked a reservation at our inn. He's coming!"Mr. Smith seemed unconvinced. "The name is a common one," he countered."But that's not all," Mrs. Smith continued, her voice rising in urgency. "I checked the phone
Jeremy's only desire now was a peaceful, uneventful week with his family in New York. As soon as he returned to their hotel room, after Avery's discharge from the hospital, he picked up his phone and dialed Jefferson's number."Jefferson," he said, his voice tinged with the exhaustion of the past few days. "We need some serious downtime. A week of no drama, no excitement. Just pure relaxation.""Jefferson, I don't feel safe in this hotel anymore," Jeremy said, his voice weary but firm. "James knew where we were. We need a place that's off the grid. Somewhere secluded and private. I want my family to have the quiet, safe vacation they deserve."Jefferson's voice on the other end of the line was steady, reassuring. "You can count on me, boss," he said. "I'll find the perfect spot. Your family will be safe and comfortable, and they'll get the peaceful break they need."Jefferson's fingers flew across his smartphone's screen as he scoured the internet for an isolated and private inn. "Ral
The drive to the hospital was an agonizing blur for Jeremy, each red light and obstacle a cruel reminder of the uncertainty that awaited him. The world seemed to slow to a crawl as he trailed the ambulance, the only thing on his mind being the fragile life of his wife.The streets were a chaotic maelstrom, cars weaving around him, horns blaring, but he paid them no heed. With his heart racing and his mind consumed by worry, he pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal, willing the universe to get him to the hospital sooner."Avery, please, please be strong for me," Jeremy begged, his voice a desperate plea into the void as he chased after the ambulance. His heart felt like it was being twisted in a vise, and he clutched the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white."I need you, Avery," he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips like a prayer. "Please, just hold on." His eyes stung with tears, but he blinked them away, determined to stay focused on the road.Jeremy
"I'll kill you. I'll waste you" In a blind rage, James continued to choke Avery's limp body, oblivious to the fact that she was already unconscious. His teeth were bared, his breathing rapid and shallow. He seemed determined to snuff out the last vestiges of life from her.Then, the door burst open with a bang. Jeremy rushed in, his face contorted with shock and fury. He didn't hesitate for a second; he lunged at James, tackling him to the floor in a tangle of limbs. The FBI agents followed close behind, pointing their guns at James."You monster!" Jeremy screamed as he rained blows down on James, each punch fueled by his rage and desperation. His fists connected with James' face over and over again, his knuckles raw and bloody.The FBI agents rushed in, trying desperately to pry Jeremy off of James, but his fury was too great to be easily quelled. It took all of their combined strength to finally pull Jeremy away, his chest heaving as he fought for control. James lay motionless benea
After James discovers the hidden microphone and recorder, his expression darkens into one of pure rage, his jaw clenched so tight that Avery can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. He stalks towards her, his hands balled into fists."You fool! Who sent you?!" James roared, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery stood frozen in fear, unable to speak as she tried to back away from him."Answer me!" James thundered his voice like a thunderclap. Avery trembled as she struggled to find the words to respond. But the more she remained silent, the angrier James became, his fury reaching its boiling point."No one sent me... the microphone isn't working!" Avery stammered, her voice trembling with fear.James let out a bitter laugh, his eyes burning with hatred. "You must think I'm stupid. You won't leave this room alive," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You've heard too much. I'll make sure you're sent home in a body bag."With each step he took closer to Avery, she could feel the
After James discovers the hidden microphone and recorder, his expression darkens into one of pure rage, his jaw clenched so tight that Avery can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. He stalks towards her, his hands balled into fists."You fool! Who sent you?!" James roared, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery stood frozen in fear, unable to speak as she tried to back away from him."Answer me!" James thundered his voice like a thunderclap. Avery trembled as she struggled to find the words to respond. But the more she remained silent, the angrier James became, his fury reaching its boiling point."No one sent me... the microphone isn't working!" Avery stammered, her voice trembling with fear.James let out a bitter laugh, his eyes burning with hatred. "You must think I'm stupid. You won't leave this room alive," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You've heard too much. I'll make sure you're sent home in a body bag."With each step he took closer to Avery, she could feel the
Valerie
Jeremy, the man you are. ...
AGAD
Wonderful piece, I can’t stop reading
Kushi
Very interesting, I can't help but to read more, an intriguing plotline, I'm in love with this.
Calvin Hunter
not worth the read, incomplete, and too many chapters