"Shh..." Lara heard a calm voice as she groaned, trying to sit up from the bed. She turned her head around, scanning the place, before touching her head with a painful squeeze on her face.Her blurry vision became bright, and then eyes fell on a masculine figure sitting next to the wooden bed she was laying on.She swallowed hard, looking down at him as he soaked a face towel in a bowl of water before squeezing it and placing it at the top of her head."Where am I?" She asked, her voice trembling with fear. Glaring at the man's gray hair, old clothes, and creepy looking hut, her heart pounded loudly in her chest."My dog found you." His voice came out crusty.Lara could tell that he should be about 66 to 69 years old. His face was wrinkled, and his skin was dark.The cobwebs in the ceilings gave her the creeps. Looking down at the little candle, what was the only source of light in the whole place, she asked, "How long have I been here?" "2 weeks. Oh, child. Who did this to you?" Th

Dressed in an all black outfit, Miller pushed the door open, walking straight up to the receptionist along with Nora. "Good afternoon, can I help you?" The receptionist politely asked. "We would like to see Kellerman, please." Nora said to her, while Miller kept a straight face, looking down at the watch on his wrist like he was running out of time.The lady smiled warmly, "I wish I could oblige, but what's your name?" "Nora Duncan." She shook her head politely, "I'm afraid you'll have to come some other time... Mr. Kellerman is having a little nap." She explains.Miller sighed as if he had had enough. Without hesitating, he placed his hands behind him, pulling his gun out of his pocket. With the gun, he pushed the landline on the receptionist's desk closer to her, "Perhaps it's time for some wakeup call." He uttered, his voice cold and devoid of warmth.The lady looked down at the black gun used in pushing the landline to her, and Nora could sense the blood drying up from her. "

Hours later...The doctor stepped out along with Nora and the rest, leaving just Miller and Paul in the big space, their eyes glued to each other... Causing the atmosphere to be intense... Miller in particular stared at him with so much disdain... A tear rolled off the corner of Paul's eyes as he glared at Miller, who stood before him, looking down at him with a cold expression. He was in so much pain, and mere words could not describe the turmoil and weakness he felt before this person standing in front of him.His skin was wrinkly, his face was pale and his breath was unhinged. As his eyes were fixed on Miller, he parted his mouth, but he could barely say a thing. Where does he even begin? This is his flesh and blood. How could he even start to ask for forgiveness when he had vowed never to forgive himself for placing his own son in the position to hate him for life? He cursed the day he decided to partner up with the Mighty men.... He cursed the day he chose to take revenge on Du

Paul wiggles in the air, his body shaking in a terrifying and horrifying way. With his teeth, he held the tip of the cigarette Miller placed in his mouth with so much fear... fear of not blowing air into the cigarette on his mouth.“Hmmm.” Paul panicked, his eyes looking on Miller for help because he was practically holding his breath, not daring to blow the smoke out of his mouth, or his whole body is going to be on set fire! And he could be the cause because of the small fire in the cigarette.It's been over three hours since he was placed in this position, and his ankle was starting to hurt, his eyes were getting blurry, his body weak and his heart was starting to fail him. Maybe he deserves this kind of punishment. Maybe he deserves to die like this… Maybe he was destined to be killed by his son for killing Pamela and her husband for taking Sam away from him…. Yes, he tried to kill Miller, but that was in the past… when he had no idea who he was. But this? Miller had practically

Megan walks a few inches far from Natalia before flagging a cab and it stopped in front of her. Natalia stood there with a dark smirk as she watched her get into the car before driving off of the premises. As the car moved further and further, she brought her phone out before typing on it. “I am no man's tool to toy with.” She muttered before walking over to her own car.Soon, Megan arrived home. She paid the driver, got down from the car and walked straight into the penthouse with the frown she has had on her face since she left the cafeteria.“Good day, Ma'am… lunch is ready…” The maid assigned to her walked up to her at the moment she walked inside.“I'm not hungry.” Megan said as she dropped the pack of food she ordered on the table. Swiftly, she took the stairs, rushing up like she was running out of time or something.“Mummy, can I have my cotton candy now?” Aliyah asked as she looked up at her mother, who was rushing off.“Uh… baby? Where is your cotton candy?” The maid, who