Married at 19

Chapter 65

My father decided to sell the apartment to someone else with the help of my cousin, Nick. So I

rushed there with my son in order to stop my cousin from sell it. Luckily it wasn’t that far from the house

so I managed to arrive there in time. I gave my car key to the valet in front of the apartment building

since I have no time to park my car by myself then rushed towards the lift to meet Nick.

"I still don't want to sell this apartment, Nick!!" I begged for my father as he insisted to sell it to

someone else.

"Bella....I already made an agreement with the buyer. I just can't cancel like that." He replied.

"Please Nick, I begged you." I took the house key from him. "This is the only thing that reminds me

about him. Please, for me..." I kneel in front of him.

Nick sighed. "I'm so sorry, cousin. I just can't do it. I have to follow his order."

"Mommy....."Danish came to me while crying so hard. "Why are you crying?" He wiped my tears

that pouring on my cheeks.

I pulled him into a hug. "Oh...Danish..."

Nick quickly headed to the front door as he heard the doorbell rang.

"I'm sorry again, Bella. But Dwayne told me to...so I have to follow him."

"Mommy....pwease don't cry, for me." Her small hands still on my face.

I look into his ocean blue eyes, the same eyes as my late husband, the eyes that I longing this

whole time.

I nodded while wiping my eyes. "I'm sorry, Danish."

"Welcome Mr Grayson," Nick greeted the new buyer. "I'm so worried that you might get lost to find

this place."

The dark brown hair guy smiled. "No worries, your easy guide helps me a lot, by the way. Thanks,

Mr Dawson."

I carried Danish in my arms and bring him in the kitchen while Nick shows the new buyer around

the house.

I just can't believe I will lose this apartment to someone else. The only place that has so many

memories of me and Nathan.

I'm sorry Nathan...

General

Franklin J Drake, a guy with a scar under his chin was furious inside of his office with his assistant.

He was wandering around his office while his assistant just standing silently at the center of his office.

Drake was unsatisfied with Martin’s presence who reminded him at the blond hair guy, Nathan Harrison

long ago.

Drake: Why is that damn boy still alive??? You said that he already dead?!

His assistant: But I shot him by myself, sir... besides, that was impossible he can survive after

falling from that high. I saw him and Thomas too.... he purposely broke that parachute that day.

Drake: I don't care.... but I want you to investigate about the Lloyd family. They seem suspicious...

especially that kid, Martin. His face is too resembled of that damn kid, Nathan.

His assistant: Yes, sir, I will investigate about them this instant. Thomas too, he said he will

investigate Martin by himself.

Drake: Good.... if he is that damn kid, I want both of you execute our plan. I want him to vanish

from this world.... and also his wife, you do know they have a kid right?

His assistant: Yes, sir... Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Drake: I don't want any heir of Harrison alive too..... so, do what you think are right to do.

Understand?

His assistant: B-but sir, what about your son, Dylan?

Drake: He doesn't have any rights to stop me. Just let him be.

His assistant: Alright sir...

Drake took a sit on the chair after his assistant left him alone in his office. Martin’s presence really

scared him away and if Martin was proved to be the long lost Nathan, he might be in serious trouble.

Martin Llyod

The new apartment which Grayson just bought it from the Dawson seemed so nice. But the weird

thing was....why this unit looked so familiar to me; the kitchen, that two opposite rooms, the living

room….it were so familiar to me. But, as far as I remember, I have never been here before or..... maybe

I was, I guess.

I fell on the couch on the living room as the pain in my head struck me again.

Arghh.... my head is so dizzy.

I feel like it will burst anytime soon if I didn’t do anything about it. But if I told Sara about this, she

might be worried and maybe worse, she might decide to move in this unit too.

I slowly walked towards the bedroom to take a rest, but several unknown images kept playing in

my head as I closed my eyes while laying on the queen sized bed.

Oh god....what are these images about?

Memories?