Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she made those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
Everyone except the old Callahan master, who remained comatose in the hospital under heavy guard, made their way to the sprawling Callahan manor from the medical facility. The grand Georgian estate, with its manicured grounds, now served as a sanctuary amidst the chaos.
As Elsa stepped through the ornate double doors, she couldn't help but marvel at the contrast between the opulent manor and the grim realities they now faced. Rows of FBI agents lined the halls, their stern expressions a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Elsa gripped Jeremy's hand tightly, drawing strength from his steady presence by her side. Around them, their makeshift family had gathered - Braden and Yuliana, Elsa's parents James and Rosanna, all seeking refuge within these well-guarded walls. The FBI director had decided that they should move here for the time being so that they can protect all of them at the same place.
In the grand living room, Elsa settled onto a plush chaise, her sketchpad balanced on her lap. The familiar feel of the pencil in her hand was comforting, a soothing ritual amidst the turmoil. She wanted to make a sketch design for the competition she had to participate in. She still couldn't go empty handed.
Jeremy sat beside her, watching intently as her pencil danced across the page, bringing her design to life.
As Elsa's focus narrowed to the lines and shapes emerging on the paper, she felt a small hand tug at her sleeve. Looking down, she met the wide, curious eyes of her adopted daughter, Yuliana. The young girl's brow was furrowed in concentration as she observed Elsa's work.
Elsa offered Yuliana a gentle smile, setting aside her sketchpad for a moment. "Hello, my babygirl. What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from the girl's face.
Yuliana's gaze flickered towards the agents stationed throughout the room, a hint of unease in her expression. "Are they here to keep us safe, Mommy?" she asked in a small voice.
Elsa's heart clenched at the uncertainty in her daughter's tone. Pulling Yuliana into her arms, she pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. "Yes, my love," she murmured. "Those agents are here to protect all of us. You don't need to be scared, okay?"
Yuliana nodded, her small hands clinging to the fabric of Elsa's dress. Elsa held her close, silently vowing to do everything in her power to shield this innocent child from the darkness that threatened to envelop them.
As she rocked Yuliana gently, Elsa's gaze met Jeremy's across the room. The unspoken understanding that passed between them was a testament to the depth of their bond - a silent promise to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united as a family.
Elsa had never been open with Yuliana about her past, she wanted to one day, but in this moment of uncertainty, she found herself hesitating. She knew she needed to have an honest conversation with her daughter, but the words seemed to catch in her throat.
Yuliana seemed to completely forget there was a time she was never with Elsa and all she knew was Elsa was her mommy.
