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It All Started With A Lie...

"Iris, a struggling singer in a local bar, finds her life upended when she's kidnapped by the mayor's men and used as bait to lure the powerful Italian mafia boss Alexander de Martin. What starts as a dangerous game, however, takes an unexpected turn when Iris and Alexander find themselves falling in love, setting the stage for a tale of dangerous passion, unexpected alliances, and the power of love in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds."

Cornflower · Urban
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112 Chs

One step at a time

Her mother and sister are both silent, their faces filled with worry and helplessness. They want to protest, to convince her to stay and let them protect her, but they can see that she's determined to leave, that she's set on this path.

"Please be careful," her mom says finally, her voice filled with worry. "And please, please call us as soon as you can. We just want to know you're safe."

Amber nods, her eyes tearing up at her mother's words. She knows how worried they are, but she also knows she can't stay. She can't let them, or herself, be at the mayor's mercy any longer.

"I will," she promises, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll call you as soon as I can. I just... I just need to go."

Her mother nods, her face filled with sadness and resignation. She knows there's nothing she can say or do to stop Amber from leaving, and so she just nods, resigned to letting her daughter go, for now.

"Be safe, sweetheart," her mom whispers, her voice cracking. "Please, be safe."

Amber nods again, her eyes filling with tears. She feels guilty for leaving her family like this, for hurting them with her decision, but she knows this is something she has to do. She takes a deep breath, summoning all her strength and resolve, and steps towards the door.

"I will," she whispers. "I promise, I'll be safe."

Amber slowly gathers her belongings, packing a few essentials into a small bag. Her mother and sister watch in silence, their hearts heavy with worry and sadness. Once she's ready, she turns to her family, her own heart heavy with the weight of her decision and the worry for her loved ones.

"I... I have to go now," she says quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

"Be safe," her mother replies, her eyes filled with tears.

"Please, be careful," her sister adds, her voice soft and urgent.

Amber nods, her own eyes filled with tears. She hugs her family tightly, trying to memorize the feeling of their embrace, their warmth and comfort, their love.

"I will," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I... I'm sorry. But I have to go. I'll call you when I can."

Her family nods, their faces filled with resignation and sadness. They know they can't stop her, can't keep her here, and so they just hold her closer, trying to hold onto her for just a little longer, just a few more moments.

"Please, be safe," her mom says again, her voice thick with tears.

"Please, be careful," her sister whispers.

"I will," Amber promises once more, her own voice cracking with emotion. "I'll be safe. I promise."

With one final embrace, one last lingering touch, Amber finally pulls away from her family. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. Then, with one last glance at her loved ones, she turns and walks out the door, leaving her familiar surroundings behind and stepping into the unknown.

As she walks away from her home, Amber feels a sense of sadness and uncertainty washing over her. She's leaving everything familiar behind, leaving her family and her old life behind, and heading into the unknown. But she also feels a sense of determination, a fierce need to protect herself, to escape the mayor's control and abuse.

The night is dark and quiet, the only sound the soft crunch of leaves under her feet as she walks.

Amber walks in silence, her mind spinning with thoughts and worries. She can't help but feel a sense of isolation and loneliness, walking alone in the dark, in an unknown place. But she presses on, her resolve strengthening with every step.

The night is cold, and Amber shivers slightly as a chill breeze blows around her. She hugs her arms around herself, trying to keep warm as she walks.

As she walks, Amber can't help but glance over her shoulder every so often, her heart racing with fear and anxiety. She wonders if the mayor's men are following her, if they're watching her every move. The thought of being followed makes her shudder, but she knows she has to press on, keep moving forward.

The street is empty and quiet, the only sound the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

As she walks, Amber's mind races, thoughts of fear and uncertainty swirling through her head. She wonders where she's going, what she's going to do next, how she will survive in this new and unsafe world. But she tries to push these thoughts aside, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, one step at a time.

With each step, the fear and doubt in Amber's heart grows, but so does her resolve. She clenches her fists and keeps walking, determined to make it through this nightmare, no matter the cost.

Amber flags down a taxi and climbs inside, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. She gives the driver the address of a nearby hotel, and leans back against the seat, closing her eyes as the taxi drives through the dark city streets.

The taxi ride is quick and smooth, the city lights zooming past Amber as she clutches her bag in her lap. Before she knows it, the taxi is pulling up outside a small hotel, the neon sign glowing in the night.

Amber steps out of the taxi, her legs feeling shaky and unsteady, her heart still pounding with adrenaline and fear. She looks up at the hotel, its facade blending in with the other buildings on the street, its windows dark and empty. It's not a fancy hotel, but it looks clean and safe, and Amber feels a sense of relief as she walks towards the entrance.

Amber walks into the hotel, exhaustion and fear etched on her face. The lobby is quiet and dimly lit, the concierge sitting behind the front desk, his face half concealed by shadows. Amber hesitates for a moment, then approaches the desk, her voice shaking as she speaks.

The concierge looks up as Amber approaches, his expression neutral. He looks her up and down, taking in her tired and disheveled state, but says nothing.

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