As Elena just arrived home, she immediately got a call from an old-time friend. It was a very urgent call from the content."Hi Elena, I know that it has been a long time since we spoke, and you might be wondering why I am calling you so urgently. I just saw your husband Marco with some group of men leaving the eatery. Well, I do not know if it is your husband, but I just have a feeling that he is the one and I felt like informing you," the young lady said to her through the phone.Elena did not know what to do at the moment, but then she has been looking for him for a long time, and all of a sudden her friend is calling her. It would be obvious that who she saw was Marco and no one else.Immediately Elena hung up the call, she picked up her handbag and dashed out of the house because it was really important to her and this was her only chance of meeting her husband.She did not say a word to anybody including her mother and her brother that were in the living room. She had a mission

Marco glanced at Sal. Had he been listening to him all along or waiting...he wanted him to say what it was directly.That was not a problem.“His eyes. I think if we can find the right donor, it would work.” Marco responded.The words struck Sal like a double edged sword.Was he really going to undo what he had laboured for all this time? Yes, he had his daughter back but giving doctor Lorenzo back his eyes seemed like a move and step towards weakness.“Marco, how about you let this be? Let him be blind.” he urged the younger man.“I understand what you are going through.” Marco's switch in tone was visible. It was somewhat soothing yet feather ruffling. This was aimed towards piercing through that heavily armoured heart of Sal that seemed to be made of steel.Yes, the man with the heart of steel...that was Sal.Marco sought his Achilles heel.That was what would break even.“And what exactly am I going through?” Sal demanded, his voice not cracked but reckless. It was like a clear co

Elena was left with Bruno, who constantly came to check up on her, as Stefano had gone to meet with Don Lugard.At some point, Bruno came into where she was kept and asked her if she needed to drink water because she was looking dry, and he felt it would be necessary if he could offer a little help to her."Yes, I need to drink water, and I also need my freedom. I am not supposed to be here, and I do not know anything about me being here. I don't know if you could help me, please," Elena pleaded with Bruno for her release.Bruno was having pity for her at some point, but he was under her command, and he did not want to get into trouble with anyone.Elena kept on pleading, and then he finally agreed that he was going to help her get out of the place."I am going to release you on one condition. Besides, our boss had already ordered us to release you, but you are going to promise me that you are not going to call the police or do anything about this. You are going to go back home and re

Fortunately for Elena, she woke up in the night and then began to think of what to do as the thought of escaping came to her mind. She felt it was a nice idea, and it was also a proper time to escape, but she had to make sure that Bruno was asleep.She quietly sat on the bed and then peeped at Bruno where he was seated beside it, done with his eyes closed and the gun in his hand. It was obvious that he was probably asleep, and that was the proper time to escape for her.She knew that she had to be as quiet as possible so that she would not get caught, and any mistake she made at that moment would make Bruno put an eye on her, and it would reduce the chances of her escaping his captivity, which she did not want to happen.Elena did not just start taking action; rather, she sat down and began to think of the way she could go through. There were two means of escape for her, which were the door where Bruno was seated asleep and the window which she knew how to climb.Elena decided that sh

The moment Sal stepped out, the cold air of the hallway swallowed the silence he left behind. Marco remained still for a second… trying to steady the storm inside him… trying not to let the weight of those three words consume him.They took her…But Sal had walked away. No answers. No comfort. No direction. Marco could still hear Sal’s boots hitting the old stones, each step echoing like a retreat… or was it a warning?Jose was still there… arms folded… sizing Marco up with those aged, experienced eyes that always caught more than they let on. The thug always showed that he had been in the game and understood everything perfectly.He was receptive of course and had been the only one that has extended Marco an arm of friendship and companionship.Yes, no one could be trusted in the midst of all chaos but maybe, he could reach Jose.“Play it safe, Marco. Leave no room for weakness.” Antonio instructed.Weakness?No way would he give room for such trifling emotion to overtake him again.