Patty's mind raced, and in a split second, she concocted a lie. "Oh, Talia, I was just trying on Brixlee's robe," she said with an attempt at nonchalance, her cheeks flushed.Talia's gaze flickered between Patty and the robe, her expression a mix of disbelief and incredulity. "Trying on Brixlee's robe?" she repeated, a hint of skepticism in her tone. "Why?"Patty shrugged, feigning casualness. "I saw it earlier and thought it might look good on me. You know, I was thinking of getting a similar one."Talia's skepticism lingered, but she seemed to accept the explanation. "Well, okay then. Just... remember to ask next time, alright?"Patty nodded, her heart still racing from the near miss. "Of course, sorry about that," she replied, attempting to appear contrite.With a lingering glance at Patty, Talia turned and left the room, the door closing behind her. Patty let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her pulse gradually returning to normal.After a moment to collect hersel
“Say hello to my shitty friends” Six masked men stood at the door, their menacing presence causing the room to fall silent. Brixlee's heart raced as her eyes widened in shock. Beside her, Nathan's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in. Among the masked men, a figure stood out — Ronnie Anne, a friend who had suddenly turned to a foe. The air grew thick with tension as she locked eyes with Brixlee, her gaze cold and unyielding."Get on your knees!" Ronnie Anne's voice was sharp, her words cutting through the room like a blade. Brixlee's knees trembled, and a shiver ran down her spine as fear gripped her. She sank to her knees, her mind racing to process the unfolding nightmare."Why are you doing this, Ronnie Anne?" Nathan's voice was steady, a pillar of strength amidst the chaos. His attempts to keep Brixlee calm were evident in the gentle squeeze of his hand on her shoulder.Ronnie Anne's lips curled into a sinister smile as she spoke, her voice laced with bitt
Just as their hiding spot was about to be exposed, Nathan's swift action shattered the tension. He leaped out of their hiding place, his determination to protect his family evident in his every movement. Brixlee watched in a mixture of terror and admiration as Nathan confronted the masked man.Nathan's bravery did not go unnoticed, and he was swiftly captured by the masked man. Brixlee's breath caught, her grip on her emotions slipping as she watched her husband being led away. Her heart screamed with a mix of worry, helplessness. As the masked men secured Nathan and the others, Brixlee's mind raced, she needed to protect her family. As the masked men's attention was occupied, she seized the moment. With trembling hands and a racing heart, Brixlee stealthily crept out of the kitchen, her footsteps light against the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts consumed by the image of Nathan and the safety of their unborn child. Brixlee ascended the stairs, her steps careful a
Nathan's heart raced as he was finally freed from the chair he was tied to, his thoughts consumed by the sight of Brixlee, wounded and in pain. He rushed to her side, his arms wrapping protectively around her trembling form. Panic and desperation surged through him as he saw blood seeping from her stomach, his voice a mixture of fear and urgency. "Brixlee, stay with me. Help is on the way. You're going to be okay."Brixlee's breaths came in shallow gasps as she clung to Nathan's presence. She fought to stay conscious, her gaze locked onto Nathan's as she whispered, "I... I'm scared, Nathan."Nathan's voice trembled, his emotions laid bare as he held her close. "I know, Brixlee. I'm here with you. You're strong, and we'll get through this together."Soon, the ambulances arrived. Paramedics swiftly took charge, attending to Brixlee's injuries and stabilizing her condition.With gentle but hurried movements, they placed Brixlee and Fredia onto stretchers, securing them carefully. Nathan'
The day had arrived, three months after the harrowing incident that had brought their lives to the brink. The grand baby shower was a celebration of life, a testament to the strength and resilience of their bonds. Brixlee stood in her room, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she admired her reflection. Her baby bump had grown substantially.Nathan's voice pulled her from her reverie as he entered the room. His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at his wife. "You look absolutely stunning, Brixlee."Brixlee's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she met his gaze. "Thank you, Nathan. I'm excited for today."He gently took her hand, his touch reassuring as he led her downstairs. The sight that greeted them was breathtaking — the house adorned with beautiful decorations, a testament to the love and care their friends had poured into organizing the event.The party began in full swing, laughter and joy filling the air as friends and loved ones gathered around Brixlee. Each gi
"The greatest battles of life are fought not with fists, but with resilience, strength, and the power to say no."The music pulsed through the air, filling the dimly lit room with electric energy. Bodies swayed and moved in rhythm, lost in the allure of the night. Brixlee Cyrup found herself amidst the crowd, her red dress shimmering under the disco lights. But her heart raced not with excitement, but with unease.He suddenly tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer, and his lips crashed onto hers with force. His rough kiss sent tremors down her spine, but she knew, even in their drunken state, that she hadn't consented to this invasion. His cold grip on her shoulder made her shudder as he trailed his lips along her neck and collarbone, his fingers tracing the straps of her dress.Rage welled up within Brixlee, and she clenched her fists, gathering all her strength. With a burst of fury, she pushed him away, her palm striking his cheek with a resounding slap. The impact sent him
Chapter-2"The past is a place of reference, not residence."Brixlee Cyrup had just finished her interview in less than ten minutes, and she wasn't feeling good about it. She knew she wasn't going to get the job. Figures, she wasn't qualified; she was just a high school graduate, after all.At that moment, regret flooded over her for not going to college. She had faced an identity crisis in high school after a terrible breakup, and she had thought college would be a waste of time. Her grandpa, the only family she had, had tried to stop her, but she had told him there was no need for her to work because she was pretty and could easily find a rich guy to marry.Well, she wasn't wrong. She was indeed pretty, a stunning young woman in her early 20s with a beautiful face and a graceful figure. She had sparkling eyes, full lips, and a warm smile. Her long silky hair complemented her brown skin.But even with all this, she still hadn't found a rich guy to marry. It turns out she was too naiv
"Welcome to the team. We're glad to have you on board," Nathan Grey said with a warm smile as Brixlee stood before him.Her eyes widened in shock, her racing heart and shivering body revealing her inner turmoil. She tightly clenched her fists, grappling with the realization that he didn't remember her. Was he pretending, or had the memory truly faded?Though their previous encounter had occurred in a drunken haze, she needed this job desperately and chose to set aside her past grievances.Brixlee slowly raised her head, meeting Nathan's innocent gaze. A sense of relief washed over her, replacing her initial fear and doubt."I'm happy to be on the team, boss," she muttered, her voice filled with mixed emotions, still locked in his eyes.Nathan, the CEO, introduced himself with a seductive smile, which captivated Brixlee.Unconsciously, she found herself mirroring his smile. He handed her a file, and as she examined its contents, his schedule for the week, she couldn't help but apprecia