Megan’s heart nearly stopped. She quickly snapped the box shut and scrambled to her feet, trying to mask the panic in her eyes. "Alex! I... I was just... looking for something I dropped earlier," she stammered, forcing a nervous smile. Alex’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his gaze shifting from Megan to the box in her hand. "And you thought it might be under the bed?" His tone was calm, almost too calm, which only heightened Megan’s fear. She nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, I wasn’t sure where it could have rolled off to, so I was checking everywhere. Didn’t mean to intrude." Alex reached out, gently taking the box from her hand. He opened it, his expression unreadable as he saw the empty interior. "Strange place to look for something, don’t you think?" Megan swallowed hard, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. "I know it seems odd, but I’ve been scatterbrained lately. Thought I might have put it there without realizing." Alex studied her for a momen

“Ouch… that’s enough. Fuck!” Alex screamed as his doctor tried to clean his wounds as usual. The effect of the bullet that Kamsi pierced into his skin was not funny. He had to undergo some painful treatments. “But sir. If you don’t…” “I said enough, asshole. You wanna kill me? Come on. Just give my drugs to Sara and you can leave. I can’t stand this pain.” Alex argued, rubbing the spot where the pain reverberated. ‘Kamsi, you little bitch. I hope you are actually dead. If you aren’t, you better kill yourself before I find you. Ouch!’ Alex whispered out loud. Sara, whose heart was still pounding in her chest, took the medicine from the doctor. Ever since that Megan lady stepped into the house, her heartbeat had not remained the same. Every single time she stood in front of Alex, her heart would leap. What if Alex knew that she was the one who helped Megan find that box? What if Alex knows that she was trying to escape and go back home to her people? “Why are you standing ther

Alex quickly slid the knife back into pocket, carving a smile on his face as he turned to Vanessa. "Oh, nothing to worry about, babe," he said smoothly, walking towards her with a casual ease that belied the violence of moments earlier. "Just had to deal with some idiots who don’t know how to keep their mouths shut." Vanessa raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued but not enough to press further. "I heard some yelling. Sounded serious." Alex chuckled, brushing off her concern. "You know how it is. Some people just need a little reminder of their place. It’s all taken care of now." She gave him a sceptical look but decided to drop it. "Alright, if you say so. So, how has your life been without me? I am sure your dick must be calling my name every night.” Vanessa began walking towards Alex seductively, gradually pulling off her clothes. Truth was that Alex no longer had the romantic zeal he once had for Vanessa anymore. He was tired of her and had wished her trip would have exte

“It’s been 2 weeks, son. Wanna go back?” “Nah. I like it here. I am going no fucking where. I like your coffee.” The glass clinked as Nathan dropped the cup of finished coffee on the table and slumped back into the sofa, breathing the enthralled air that swept in from the trees through the window and into the little cottage. The crippled man wheeled his chair, shaking his head. “You are not going to change, are you? Well, I have an idea. Since you will be here for God-knows-how-long, I might as well teach you some survival skills. You know, like making the best coffee.” The crippled guy said softly to Nathan. Nathan grumbled, but ge agreed anyway. “Fine. But this does not mean that I will returning back to the city, Fred. You look like shit and someone needs to take care of you.” “Oh come on now, boy. I have been alone for 5 fucking years. Since the day you left, I have been surviving and this wheelchair isn’t going to stop me from doing just that. Remember you have a sister

A notification blinked on her screen. Megan had seen the message. Vanessa grinned, leaning forward again, her hands ready to strike the next move. "Now let’s see how well you play, Megan," she muttered to herself, the thrill of the hunt rising in her chest. Minutes passed, then the dots appeared on the screen—Megan was typing. “And who are you?” Vanessa viewed the message and wasted no time in replying. She toggled her fingers before typing back, carefully crafting her response. "Let’s just say I’m someone who knows everything about you and Alex. Someone who’s been watching, waiting. I think it's time we have a little chat." Vanessa leaned back, satisfied with the bait she had set. Megan’s reply would be crucial; if she sensed fear or defensiveness, Vanessa would know she had struck a nerve. If Megan was bold, then she’d adjust her tactics accordingly. Either way, Vanessa was determined to make her next move sharp and devastating. Megan's response popped up quickly: "I have n