The Wrong Woman

Zach and Loretta sat on the couch, tied up with ropes and with tape covering their mouths. Bombs were strapped to their bodies and they looked extremely terrified.

Upon spotting Mila, their fear heightened. Tears welled in their eyes as they wriggled and protested against their restraint. Their muffled cries attempted to break through the layers of tape covering their mouths. It was as if they were desperately signaling Mila to flee.

"Grandma, Grandpa..." Mila's face paled with fear. Worried about Zach's and Loretta's safety, she yelled angrily, "Oliver, what do you want?"

Oliver lounged at the opposite end of the couch, legs crossed, and replied casually, "Isn't it obvious?"

At that moment, a man armed with a gun approached them and demanded they hand over all their phones and watches.

Sienna lowered her head, leaned toward Daniel's ear, and whispered, "We're being held hostage. There are loads of men, loads of guns, and tons of explosives here. One wrong move and we'll be blown to bits. Lucky you, huh? You'll die soon. Are you happy?"

Daniel remained impassive.

it just fantastic that so many people

fists and gritted his teeth in anger, wishing he could strangle her with his bare hands. Even as death loomed, she persisted in mocking him. He wasn't deaf. He didn't need her incessant chatter to grasp that things were gravely

darkened. He approached and

he sat in a wheelchair, weak and dejected. Oliver could scarcely

bravery, she

wrong with Dan?" "He served as an undercover narcotics agent but his cover was blown. It led to brutal torture that left him blind, paralyzed in the legs,

trying to make our way through life, aren't we? I'm not exactly in

"Dad, the destiny of quite a few of you is in my control now. I might consider letting everyone

much are you asking for?"