When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Noticing my unease, Ashton reached out and pulled me into his arms, handing me an anti-anxiety pill. “Your family will not be harmed in any way. I promise you that.”

Ashton was not someone who made promises lightly, let alone make a promise about something he had no confidence in. Knowing that helped ease some of my stress.

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” John glanced at us through the reflection of the car mirror. “Looks like we have a long night ahead of us.”

The sentence had barely left his mouth when lightning struck outside. The trees on both sides of the road were shaking violently due to the strong wind as the deafening sounds of thunder filled the electric air.

This was not going to be a normal night.

After arriving home, I quickly washed up and put the kids to sleep before putting on a warm coat, heading downstairs to the living room.

John and Ashton were both already there. The former was resting his chin in one hand as he sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, while the latter’s back was turned to me as he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Every time there was lightning outside, the sudden flash of brightness would cast a striking, lonely shadow of Ashton on the floor.

So they haven’t gotten any updates yet.

always the hardest

well, Ashton’s men would find Nicolas’ secret hideout tonight and

likely be our daily routine for many days

starting to display signs

turned into light, and the rain turned

still, abruptly got to his feet and pulled his coat on. “I’m going to pull the Hall residence apart brick by brick if

putting together this plan: if an accident happened, we would go all out

into our own hands now, Nicolas might team up with the police and we would end up being the

and glancing at the clock. “There’s still half an hour left to the time limit we gave them.

that,” John grumbled but stayed where he was. He seemed deep in thought for a second before finally looking at Ashton, letting him make the

wasn’t explicitly blaming Ashton, but I could hear an undercurrent of

at Ashton; after all, our relatives were in danger, and we