After an incident that cost a life, Michael became determined to pay for his sins and to do everything possible to make it up to the people he hurt. But what happens when he begins to fall in love with the daughter of the woman he killed?
After an incident that cost a life, Michael became determined to pay for his sins and to do everything possible to make it up to the people he hurt. But what happens when he begins to fall in love with the daughter of the woman he killed?
It was raining heavily, and it was also about 5am in the morning, but because of the rain,there were almost no cars on the road,one car though was racing down the road, speeding with no control,inside the car were four highschool students, Michael Lancaster, John Cassidy, Victor bliz and Derek Hoffman,they were just coming back from their graduation after party,and they were all flat out drunk, one of them was asleep at the back seat, one took the wheel and the other two were singing and drinking more, nothing got in their way,when the one driving finally noticed her,it was too late,they heard a loud thud.The car had run into a middle aged woman.the driver, immediately sober and his whole body shaking,got out to examine the accident and to alert the others.
Dahlia
When I got called out of the classroom to the principal's office,I knew something was wrong,and I was scared as shit,and I could just feel the bad news coming,but I didn't expect it to be this bad.In the car on my way to the hospital,I sort of closed my eyes and hoped to God that it wasn't true,and that it wasn't her, until she was shown to me,she laid on the hospital bed, completely lifeless,I tapped her a few times to make sure it wasn't all a prank.because she couldn't leave, we finally moved out of our drunk dad's place and got an apartment of our own,she told my sister and I that she would be there for us, so this seemed like a lie.I didn't know what to feel.I paced up and down the room,hands shaking.The nurse in charge had given me time to see her and say my final goodbyes....but I couldn't do that,not without my sister here,who was gonna take care of us? Who would hold Jenny every night and tell her all would be well? That and so many other questions flooded my brain,soon these questions turned into anger.It literally made no sense,she was fine this morning.She worked for one of her old friends in the other street at his restaurant,so she always went there super early to clean around and cook and she had been doing it for 5 months already...so what the fuck happened today?
I got up and went to meet the nurse,who directed me to the doctor's office,I knocked and walked in,she smiled at me as soon as she saw,I had no time to waste
"What exactly happened?"I asked and she tried to hold my hand,I didn't let her.
"I know you're hurting..."She started.
"But I'm not,I'm just really mad right now and I need to know what happened". I said firmly.She sighed.
"Car accident"My eyes stung.
"When did it happen? Did you even try to save her? Or did you just give up on her because you knew she had no money to give?what did you do with my mother? Why won't she talk to me?!" My voice had started rising, cracking a little bit too,my eyes had become watery and a single tear had dropped from one eye, I wiped it away.She got up and came to stand next to me.
"I'm sure you must feel miserable right now,but maybe just get your sister and other family members,and get your mum burried as soon as you can" She said and I shook my head.
"No, she's not a child,she has been going there for months,this is the driver's fault" I replied trying to hold back my tears by all means.
"It doesn't matter whose fault it was,it was a hit and run,just get your family members and bury her,it will make you feel so much better" She replied and I scoffed.
"Family member? She's all we had, my sister and I and now you're telling me to let it go?" I asked and got up angrily,there was no time to waste, I couldn't let whoever hit her get away with it.
"Miss Dahlia....."The doctor sighed trying to calm me down.
"No,no one is getting buried until I get an explanation from the driver himself" I finished,bowed and ran out of the hospital. I got out my phone and called my friend Jason,his dad(the one my mum works for was the one who found her) I needed to ask them both questions,I needed answers so I could give Jenny answers too.
Michael Lancaster.
I woke up to a pounding headache,I groaned a little and sat up on the bed,I ran my hand through my hair in despair,just then it struck me,The accident!.I cursed under my breath and ran outside my room, just then my mum coming from the other side stopped me and pulled me back into my room.
"You should rest" she said firmly.I couldn't,I was so drunk the previous night I didn't even know how I drove that far,I guess I was sleeping on the wheel,and I was waken up when the accident happened,I was so shocked and shaken but my friends convinced me to drive away,now I regret it,what if we could have saved her?
"Mum,no,you don't understand,I made a terrible mistake last night" I replied shakily.My mum made me sit on the bed.
"We know everything,your dad and I,and even though we're so disappointed,we'll take care of everything." She replied and patted my head.
"No no no no no no" I replied removing her hand
"We have to go find her,and her family and compensate them, and take them to whatever hospital they want, mother"I said and got up and headed for the door.
"She died a few hours ago, there's no point" she said and I fell to the floor.
"No no no no no no no...." I repeated tears now falling from my eyes.
"What have I done? Mother,what have I done?" I asked in between tears. She got down and hugged me.
"You didn't do anything,you were drunk,and I refuse to let your life be jeopardized over one mistake,go back to the bed and rest up,you need strength to be able to face the rest of your life with pride"I pulled myself out of her embrace.
"How could you say that,mum?,I have committed a crime,I should be punished,this is wrong!"
"We're doing this for you,one day,you'll understand"She answered,got up and left the room,I tried to follow but she had locked the door from the outside. I fell back to the floor again.
"Fuck".
Dahlia
I took a taxi so I could get there quickly, the driver said something but I didn't hear him, I got out of the taxi and met Jason in front of the restaurant using a broom to scrub the floor, my eyes got cloudy.
"Is that....is that my mum's..." He dropped the broom and ran to hug me, I could feel the tears burning my eyes,I sniffed,I had to hold them back.Jason pulled out of the hug and looked at me,I could see pity in his eyes.
"Come" He said quietly and dragged me into the restaurant,he pulled a chair for me to seat on and went inside then he returned with a cup of tea.
"Are you okay?" He asked sitting in front of me. I didn't want sympathy,I wanted answers.
"What happened?"I asked,he tried to hold my hand,I shifted
"Drink a little bit, I bet you haven't even eaten today"
" I honestly do not have time for this, just tell me what happened"He sighed and looked away.
"I woke up earlier than dad today,cause he was feeling sick so he couldn't come over,When I got here she was on the floor......I saw no one,it was most likely an hit and run" He said tears staining his face. I wanted to cry too.
"And the police? Did the police come here?"
"Yeah,they asked me what I knew and I told them the same thing,they also asked to see if we had CCTV cameras and I told them we didn't,so they left." I couldn't stop it this time,I could feel the tears,I cleaned it off but it kept coming.
"So that's it? That's all? she's literally not moving and that's all you have to say? I need answers Jason answers! What the fuck am I supposed to tell my sister now? Where are we going to go?" I asked voice shaking,Jason got up and moved closer to hug me,I stepped away from him.
"Where are we going to go Jason?" I ask again trying to search for answers,he looks away. I close my eyes and more tears stream down my face, I ran my hand through my hair,my phone rang I looked at the caller ID,it was Jenny's teacher.I clean the tears off my face,it was probably time to go pick her,I shove the phone back into my pocket.
"Bring her here,you don't have to tell her now" Jason said noticing me,I shook my head and pulled out of his hug
"I can take care of my own shit" I replied and left the restaurant.
I decided to swallow my tears in front of Jenny,until I had clear answers,I needed to seem strong in front of her,so when her teacher pulled me aside to tell me she had heard about the accident,I put on a neutral face,so that if Jenny was looking,she wouldn't suspect a thing,I held her hand as we entered the bus,she kept telling me about her day and I was just trying to not burst into tears,so I held her hands tighter until we got home,our home that we moved to about a year ago when we finally left dad's place.He was abusive and they argued all the time,she decided to leave him when he hit me,pulled all the money she had and rented this place,and then she promised to take care of us,to care for us so much that we would not remember him anymore,and now she was gone,and I was left alone to take care of Jenny,my head ached,and my throat stung,I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.Jenny had gone to her room to change,I had received countless calls from the hospital already,I didn't want to go back.I absolutely could not go back.My phone rang again and I took it out to switch it off,it was jason,I answered.
"We found something, it's not a lot but you said you needed answers and maybe this would calm you down." He said as soon as the call connected.
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.
My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.
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For three years, Deanna endured scorn in a one-sided marriage. When Connor forced her to choose between her career and a divorce, she didn't hesitate-she walked away. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Deanna returned as the brilliant heiress to a medical conglomerate. Her ex and his family begged for another chance, but it was too late. With a tycoon father, a legendary healer mother, a CEO brother who adored her, and a showbiz powerhouse sibling, Deanna's life overflowed with power. Even her arrogant rival, heir to billions, only ever had a soft spot for her.
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