In a tiny cottage in a small neighborhood, the atmosphere is quite constrained and Lola and Henry are having an argument. While the husband is trying his best to calm her down, the woman is constantly asking for her daughter. “I don’t know, Henry. I have a feeling that something is wrong with my daughter. I want you to go and bring her back.” Henry takes a deep sigh, it is been an hour or two since he is trying to calm her down but all she does is become anxious. He calls Nathan and his parents at his house only for Lola who is still apprehensive about Nora. When Nathan arrives with his mother, he is silently sitting on the sofa, letting his mother talk to the sick woman. “Lola, you are still sick - please, relax.” Lola cannot get out of bed, she is bedridden otherwise she could have walked herself to the mansion only to see if her daughter is alright. Right now, no one is really listening to her, that is what makes her annoyed. “No, Tilly, you don’t understand. With this storm so lo
In the grand Nashville mansion, the air is thick with tension as David Nashville is pacing back and forth, his hands tightly crossing behind his back. A deep furrow is creasing his brow, revealing the constant concern etching upon his face. His reputation, the very foundation of his carefully constructed life is hanging in the balance. “David, sit down. You are giving me anxiety -” Miranda’s voice seems saddened and the only person she is worried about is Terry. Seating on a luxurious sofa, David's wife exudes an air of patience and poise. Her legs are elegantly crossed, and the rhythmic tapping of her high heels against the marble floor betrays her own restlessness. She understands the gravity of the situation and remains steadfast by her husband's side, offering silent support.“I can’t stay calm, Miranda. I don’t know what is going on - my son spent the night in the hospital and the other one is nowhere to be found. There is a maid who is vanished within a single night!” his voice
In a quiet and dimly lit room, a sense of stillness hangs heavy in the air. The woman lays on her deathbed, her frail form nestling among layers of soft, pristine sheets. Her once vibrant and lively countenance has been replaced by the pale pallor of illness, and her breathing comes in shallow, labored gasps. “Lola…hold on, my love. The doctor is on the way -” with a low concerning voice, Henry is continuously caressing her wrinkled hand. He is making promises to her, assuring her that he will bring Nora back. “Nora is on the way too. She is coming.”The room is filled with a gentle hush, as loved ones are gathered nearby, their faces etching with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. A few faces encircles her, leaning in with tender expressions, providing comfort and support during her final moments. Except Henry everyone is aware that Lola is taking her final breaths, it is time for her to go - if the doctor doesn’t arrive on time, she might not be able to survive for long. Knowing th
Henry sits beside the lifeless body of his wife - he is in a trauma, mentally not wanting to let go of her. He keeps on holding her hand until his friend Ethan politely utters, “Henry, come on. She is gone.” The people present in the tiny room mourn silently for the loss of the woman who lies asleep - the peaceful expression on her face. “Now, you must go and bring Nora before the funeral -” Tilly speaks silently and continues to say, “She will say goodbye to her mother.” Henry is sobbing for his wife - the most important person in his life, his better half has left him all alone. Now he has the responsibility for his daughter and himself. While Ethan and Nathan walk away, preparing for the funeral, Tilly asks Henry to visit the Nashville mansion to bring Nora back. Arriving at the mansion, Henry is standing at the gate and moves his eyes around to see the security revolves around the mansion. “What is happening?” he mutters under his breath and walks inside as he continues to ask th
The terrified girl is reclining on a worn-out couch, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and puffy. Her frustration and annoyance fill the air, making the atmosphere heavy with tension. She clutches the collar of her shirt in her trembling hands, desperately trying to wipe away the evidence of her distress. In the midst of her tears, her gaze shifts to the figure of a young man standing before her. His face displays a mix of confusion and concern, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips are slightly parted. He is taken aback by the sight of her tears, not fully comprehending the extent of her emotional turmoil.It seems like he has come back to his senses completely - a mixture of regret and shame covers his entire face that she can’t seem to notice. Hiding his emotions behind the dark-colored mask, Jay Nashville’s eyes are burning with repentance. Seeing her almost naked body covered with bruises, he feels his heart sinking down to the deepest ends of the ocean. ‘What the fuck di
Under the cover of darkness, the moon cast a faint glow upon the restless ocean. A desolate figure is perching alone on the shoreline, a bottle clutching tightly in his hand. The rhythmic crashing of the waves masks the turmoil within his heart as he drowns his regrets in the bitter liquid. With each swig, the sharp taste of alcohol mingles with the bitter taste of remorse, intensifying the ache in his chest. The moonlight plays upon his face, revealing the anguish etching in his features. Shadows dance around him, mirroring the torment of his thoughts.As he sits there, consumed by regret, the haunting image of her innocent face plays on an endless loop in his mind. Her eyes, once filled with trust and vulnerability, reflected tears and fear, etching themselves into his very soul. Try as he might to escape those memories, they persist, refusing to be erased. The weight of his actions bears down upon him, pressing on his chest with an almost physical force. Each beat of his heavy hear
Nora's feeble body lay motionless on the opulent bed in the servant quarter within the grand mansion. Weakness coursed through her veins, rendering her unable to move, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within her soul. Tears streams down her face as sleep eludes her, the loneliness of her surroundings amplifying her longing for her absent parents. In the depths of her despair, a flicker of determination ignites within her. She musters every ounce of strength she can find, fueled by an unwavering desire to return home. The allure of the mansion and the life of a maid hold no charm for her; all she yearns for is the familiarity and security of her own dwelling.The weight of fear bears down upon her, permeating every fiber of her being. It has become a suffocating presence, inhibiting her from engaging with the outside world, particularly men. The trauma she has endured has left an indelible mark on her heart, leaving her paralyzed by the apprehension of further pain and harm. In
Nora's anticipation mounts as she waits for her father's arrival, clinging to a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that engulfs her. Despite her weakened state, she summons the resolve to leave the confines of her bed, her feet touching the cold floor as she ventures toward the washroom. In that moment, she catches a glimpse of her reflection, and a profound sadness washes over her.Once a face that held promise and beauty, it now bears the marks of her ordeal. Bruises adorn the back of her neck, a painful reminder of the violence she endured. Her legs ache, hindering her ability to walk with ease. Each step serves as a physical manifestation of the trauma she has suffered, amplifying the emotional scars that run even deeper.In the midst of her reflections, the weight of her experiences becomes overwhelming. Suicidal thoughts creep into her mind, a desperate response to the torment that has consumed her. The despair that grips her soul intensifies as she grapples with the choice bet