“Look, I am still wanted by the authorities and that is why I disappeared all these years. I’ve been in France. But I need you to believe me that whatever happened with Amanda, it was all an accident. Nathan knows this, she tried to kill me and all I did was protect myself. That was the same night Dave pushed Nathan off the balcony. I was the one who drove him to the hospital that night. After that, I ran away!” As she spoke, Marcus listened. What April said made sense. In all their college life, April was the nicest girl he ever met. He remembered even pummeling Nathan to take his shot at her. This was why he found it hard to believe that April Freeman murdered Amanda. Besides, Amanda was the jealous one, doing everything humanly possible to get back with Nathan. Added to that, April had grown to be a really pretty lady. Though she had almost the same recognizable features that made boys and girls lust after her in school, she now looked lean and depressed. Her eyes were dark

Marcus's heart raced as he turned to April, panic evident in his eyes. "We need to get her to the hospital, now!" he barked, his voice tight with urgency. April nodded, her shock still lingering. "But Marcus. Do you think she’s lying? Is this really Kamsi?” "It doesn’t fucking matter," Marcus interrupted his voice firm. "She’s bleeding out, April. Just get your ass over here and help me. We’ll figure out the rest later." Ignoring April, Marcus sprang to attention and stepped on the throttle, barreling toward the closest hospital. The car's engine roared, making the cramped inside feel all the more urgent. April kept returning her glances to Kamsi, who was barely aware. She had lost so much blood that she was on the verge of death. “Just make sure you put pressure on the wound,” Marcus said, his tone filled with concern and grief. Minutes felt like hours as they finally pulled up to the emergency entrance of a small, secluded hospital. Marcus jumped out of the car and ran to th

Alex was in his office, trying to get some work done, but his mind refused to focus on what he was doing, he was growing very worried about his business. How his long-time sweat could be tarnished by Kamsi, who managed to escape from his torture. He knew that he was not concerned about her well-being. He was just concerned about his life and company, he didn't want to be ruined. He picked up his phone and made a call, "Any update?" He questioned the receiver who was one of his guards. "We learned that she was shot, and we saw the trace of her blood, she might have been eaten by a wild beast." "I pray she has, but keep searching." "Okay, boss." Alex hung up the call. 'Put yourself together, Alex. She wouldn't make it without you. She was shot and must have been eaten. The little bitch is dead. Vivian shot her!' He thought within himself and those few thoughts worked magic. They calmed him down. Alex's heart became very calm like he was not worried a second ago. He got himself

They got to the mansion, and Alex led Megan to his room. The grandeur of the place didn't escape her; it was as luxurious and well-kept as she had imagined, each detail screaming wealth and power. Once inside, he gently guided her to sit on the plush couch near the large window, where the view of the sprawling estate could be seen. Alex sat down beside her, a proud smile playing on his lips. "You have a nice place," Megan began, her tone light and conversational. "I can tell you’ve put a lot of thought into every detail." Alex chuckled, leaning back slightly. "It’s home," he said with a casual shrug, though his eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her praise. "I like things to be... perfect." Megan smiled, her eyes scanning the room. The decor was a mix of modern and classic, with sleek furniture, expensive artwork, and soft lighting that gave the room a warm, inviting glow. It was a space designed to impress, and it was clear Alex had succeeded. "Perfection is overrated," she teased

The lady looked into Megan’s eyes to give her heartfelt, teary response. “My name is Sara and I am from Egypt. I was the caretaker of Alex when he was young. When Alex’s mother and her young son arrived many many years ago, my family was hospitable enough to house both mother and son, feed them for many years and my father took Alex as his own son because the boy did not have a father. They became life family.” “But Alex was a really bad child. He caused trouble wherever he went and my father could no entertain his behaviour. Instead, I was paid to look after young Alex and fulfill all his needs. He joined a bad gang at an early age and threatened me to stay with him and his mother as their caretaker. He…” the lady paused, tears swelling in her eyes. “He used me for many years, night after night after night, even though I was way older then him. And if I dared say a word, he would cut me and bruise me. His mother was not any different. They were ungrateful souls. Alex is a murder