Gibson doing his chores cleaning the classroom before beginning the lesson while waiting for students to come in. He wiped the dust on his desk, window, and rowed the table and chair. Everything he did had to be done.

Today his wife, Belle, is in his English class. Remembering the first time he stepped into the class back in Colorado. His eyes met her and immediately fell in love with her. A love turned into an obsession with whom she is now his wife and student.

Last night she gave up everything to him and he enjoyed the pleasure. Gibson sneezes when suddenly the dust gets inside the nostril. He backed away and walked out toward the nearest sink at the hall.

Hearing the students getting inside the classroom, quickly he washed the hand, the nostril and was about to walk but he stopped when someone called him.

"Mr. Warren?" Turning on his back. "What kind of day is it?"

Veronica Bilson asked him a stupid question early this morning. His foot was about to enter the classroom but was stopped by this woman who will never understand that he is a married man.

What does she want from him? "I don't know. Thursday". he said. "Why?"

"It's my birthday today, Mr. Warren". She smiles seductively.

Gibson shook head, "Oh. Well happy birthday to you, Ms. Bilson. I'm sorry I didn't know. I don't have anything to give you". like he cares about her birthday. "So are you celebrating then?"

"Actually after school all the teachers want to celebrate my birthday in town. I invite you, hoping you will come and get my birthday present".

He sighs quietly without she heard. He does not need a celebration, what he needs is Belle. He wants to spend his time with his wife, not at a birthday party.

"I'll see about that. I'm sort of not fond of the party or whatsoever party. I don't drink''.

"Women are so lucky to have you, Mr. Warren". she said. Doesn't she know that lucky woman is Belle. "I wish you were there on my special day".

He nodded, "I'll see you around if I have free time after school. Don't wait. I'll be there". She smiles with thank you. "My apologies, Ms. Bilson, my students are waiting for me in my class. I have to go".

"Oh yes. Sure".

She nodded, hurriedly her feet then disappeared around the corner. Gibson quickly enters the class as Veronica returns to the teacher's office.

She slumped on her seat, and another female teacher walked up to her. She asked. "What did you do? trying to catch a fish".

"Big fish! Ferhat Warren is mine, Angela do not cross my line I dare you if you dare". smirking, she leaned on her back.

"Are you sure about that? What if he already married without telling in public. Haven't you notice he's wearing a ring on his finger".

Veronica chuckles, "He's single, Angela the ring it's part of the handsome of him. Maybe he likes to wear a ring. That is not the problem, am I right".

"I suspected he had a girlfriend or was engaged to someone. Someone who has his heart before you do. Look at him, Veronica he ain't interested toward female teachers around here. Why do you think he will be interested in you".

Snort, she spoke. "He's not gay that is all about. Case solved. You will see him in my birthday party".

"What would you do? you can't force yourself to him. He hates that!"

Veronica pulls the drawer, then looks up at Angela. "You will find out". Angela shook her head.

What will Veronica do to Gibson?

"As for Ms. Warren since it was her first day in my English class". Belle looked up at him. He smiled, "Be prepared. Pop quiz".

All the students look at each other, one of them raise hand. "What kind of pop quiz, Mr. Warren just because Asli is new here doesn't mean pop quiz you wanted to give us".

"Okay. You chose them. Mine or yours".

New York. What Doctor Craig said about the Harley's is true. The family moved back to New York after the renovation was done. Jake sits on his bed while his mind never stops thinking about his love life, Belle.

He had no idea where she had been with Gibson. How is he going to find these two when his condition is unstable and sick after the incident.

For him, he had no right to leave Belle behind. As for his family they had no right to leave an innocent one behind like Belle.

"I still can't believe you made me do this". said Jake, exactly Katherine entering the room.

She sighs, knowing her own son won't forgive her and still blaming her for not helping Belle. He looked up at her.

"If my condition wasn't like this I... look for her!"

Katherine sat on his study chair, said. "That man is threatening my son, almost killing my son and that son is you. You are my son, Jake! What kind of mother likes to see her son dying at the hand of that man".

"You don't know anything about him, mom!"

"Neither you!" Katherine cried. "I will do anything to protect my son".

"You think Belle's parents hadn't done anything to protect their daughter?".

There, Jake spoke back. "They do anything to have her back. With police help it won't do. Belle sacrifices herself to protect me and Emma sacrifices herself for Belle. These sisters were protecting each other before I met them. Have you ever thought about that?"

Jake wiped the tears, he spoke again. "You don't know anything about being sacrificed aren't you, mom? I suppose I never met Belle because it hurt me.

"It hurt me so much that I barely imagined how Belle survived with the man who abducted her from her family".

He sighs, "Ever you think once, mom?" Katherine said.

"I am not a selfish mother the way you think. Of course I thought about her once but what can I do to save your girlfriend from that man? Think again, Jake, if our family were involved in this matter we couldn't live like this anymore.

"No one will trust your father neither me nor us! Our family business is important for us to live. And that exactly I want you to pray over her safety or you rather live under the bridge or begging as our wealth is wiped out".

Jake stayed silent, Katherine spoke again. "If we had news about Belle, we would call the police and her parents. That's all we can do right now, keep in touch. Yet still nothing".

"People love, Belle. We are. We need justice for you three. Like I'd say those girls of your friends don't deserve this, therefore we cannot help them either".

Not understanding, Jake laid on bed. Katherine smiling. "You can't stay like this, Jake, move on. I'm sure that man wouldn't hurt her". he stared at his mom.

"What if he does?"

Later after school. Doctor Craig waving to Belle soon sees her walking out the building. She smiled from afar that she could hug him tightly if she wanted.

She runs to him. "He left already". he means Gibson. "The teacher is celebrating a birthday party in town. Include your husband".

"Like I care!" she looks over her shoulder while Natasha approaches her and Doctor Craig. She smiled. "What's up!"

"Oh, Asli you didn't say that your handsome cousin is coming to pick you up at school".

She extended her arm to Doctor Craig, his smile took the shake. "Natasha Hudson and you must be Doctor Craig".

"I am. How did you know?" he asked.

"Well of course I know. Everything about school I know. Asli friend, nice to meet ya!"

Doctor Craig nodded, he said. "Thank you for being my cousin's friend. I appreciate it".

"Oh. Don't be. I am fine. Asli is a special friend I never met. She even says I look like her old deceased friend. I take that".

She sighs, "Such a beautiful family. I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, Asli". She runs toward the bus then climbs inside. Belle and Doctor Craig watch.

"Emma? Is that what you were thinking of her". ask him. Belle nods. "Understand that. She looks exactly like her. I've seen Emma once. So, this Natasha will remind you of her. Good. You two could be together again even if she is not the real Emma you know".

"I'm speechless as soon as I saw her. We bump into each other exactly how it begun". sighs. "Well in case we can go somewhere, he will not be back at this moment".

Doctor Craig gets inside the car then starts the engine. Belle shut the door. "What if he asks where you have been after school?" said Doctor Craig.

"He won't. Because he knows you are with me. So, there is no suspicion. Can we go now?"

Later the night before. Doctor Craig and Belle are back from having their mind on your business. She saw Gibson truck was still here but he was nowhere to be seen around the house.

Probably someone or one of the teachers had picked him up for the birthday party and was too lazy to drive. A truck without the driver.

Doctor Craig studied the house. "Someone probably picked him".

"Who cares! Look, the house is empty and dark. There is no light inside, so I am alone. Thank you for accompanying me today. I just need fresh air and my time alone".

He didn't understand, yes being living under the same roof with your kidnappers wasn't a good thing. She was right, perhaps she needed the time alone.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning". She stopped him. "What?"

"I know it is hard to say goodbye but you begs him to stay. Why?"

He smiles, "Because I want you to have a great life that you deserve. So I hope you are not having a suffering life while I am gone. I know it is hard for you too, accept the faith and you'll be alright". Belle snorts.

"I still hate him, you know that!"

He said. "Don't be late for tomorrow". Belle watches Doctor Craig leave, roughly her hand reaching the keys inside the bag and unlocking the door then closes it behind.

She slammed her back against the door where there is someone here with her.

And that person is Gibson. He sits on the single arm chair in the dark around the corner, he switches the table lamp beside him, probably he hears everything that they say outside the house.

His face doesn't look happy at all. "I thought you were at the party". she asked. "What are you doing here?"

Gibson looked up at her, "Where have you been? I told you no wonder around after school".

"I'm bored. Besides you going to a party and I'm with Doctor Craig nothing happens. We just had a nice talk at the park. He's been asking me if I need help for my homework and he did". She stared at him. "You didn't answer my question!"

He sighs, said. "You know that I will never stop loving you, Belle". she nodded. "I don't want to go to a party without my wife but it seems we had a deal to not reveal our secret that we are married. I hated to leave you alone, also I can't bring you there".

"What is your point? Lock me up into the basement". smirking. "Or you're just afraid I will run away".

"Can you run?" knowing her legs are still a little bit stiff. "Where should you run, this place is nowhere to hide around".

She said, "Then buy me something to amuse me. Like a Tv, the internet, a cell phone. Not a book. I am not a bookworm. Which part of the book could entertain me".

He didn't answer. "You should go to the party. Leave me alone, that would be great. I am not running".

Belle climbed upstairs, she said this. "You will see me soundly sleep in our bed without me trying to run when you come back".

Gibson shouted from below. "Will you promise me?" ask Gibson.

"What kind of shirt do you like to wear for the party?" Belle ignores Gibson's question but asks him what kind of shirt he likes to wear. "I hate to see your face around the house. Just get lost!"

Gibson smiles, then runs upstairs and gets her. Sounds like a joke but he knows something. Belle didn't realize that she was slowly trying to love him. He cannot push her, he cannot approach her much and let her come to him willingly.

"Get OUT!"

Later. Gibson parked the truck aside. His eyes staring inside the place where the party should have been taken over.

The bar.

He turns the engine off and walks inside the bar with no interest in the feeling of celebrating without Belle.

"Ferhat! In here. Gladly you made it". shouted one of the male teachers to him, as soon as he entered the bar. "Sit here". he smiled, "Have you seen, Bilson?"

Gibson shook no. At that moment, Veronica Bilson shows up with black v-neck, floor length chiffon dresses with heels.

He looked weird at her for once not just because she was too damn hot but it's just a birthday party not a formal business party, something like that he thought.

Why does she need to wear those dresses on her birthday? She approached. "Glad you made it, Ferhat". she said with excitement.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring you anything. I don't know what kind of things you like".

"It's okay. All that matters is you".

She takes a seat beside Gibson. He cleared his throat, gently slid his hips meters away from her. Suddenly she put her arm around his shoulder, choking him around the neck with laughter and how happy she was beside Gibson.

He knows Veronica will use her power to seduce him. Anything until they two can get on bed together.

Gently he shoved her away but nothing affected her, knowing she was already drunk a bit before his arrival.

"Veronica, you are drunk. You are choking me". whisper Gibson to her. "Don't do this!"

Later that. The time reaches midnight. Gibson looks at his watch which he must leave while the others are still drunk and eating birthday cake.

He sits uncomfortable since they start to show off their talents by singing and dancing around the bar.

He hates this. Veronica attempts to kiss Gibson on the lips many times. Rejected and he pushed her away.

Then he decides to head home for good, leaving them drunk inside the bar. Their head should be hurt tomorrow as they realize how much beer and wine they had to drink for tonight.

Belle was all alone at home. She was already asleep before Gibson returned. The house was still the same as he left, Belle hadn't switched off the light even the bedroom.

He walked on the porch, unlocked the door then closed it. Then found Belle sleeping on the floor right in front of the mantelpiece with books and pencil strewn around her.

She must be doing her homework while he's gone and falls asleep there.

She even kept her promise, and didn't run while she got that opportunity to do so. Gibson smiles as he watches her in her deep sleep.

He bends down, gathers all the books and puts them on the table. Then carried her in his arms to upstairs, trying not to wake her up as they both laid on bed.

He still smelled good and didn't bother to take a quick shower.

The house is dark now, except for the kitchen, Gibson let the light on. Belle accidentally slapped him unconscious while sleeping. He was shocked when it happened.

He snuggled behind her and went to sleep peacefully. All he wanted is Belle not the whore like Veronica Bilson.

Let them drink in the bar while he is here, sleep with his beloved wife without disturbance and peace.