Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 103 Summary
In Chapter 103 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself in a terrifying situation orchestrated by Marissa and Jason. As she stares at three glasses filled with dark liquid, a sense of dread grips her. Marissa’s chilling smile and malicious tone suggest that the drink is part of a twisted game, where Elle’s mother’s life hangs in the balance. Despite her fear, Elle steels herself and agrees to drink, knowing she may be risking her life for her mother.
After both Elle and Jason drink the liquid, they expect dire consequences, but to their surprise, nothing happens. The tension escalates when the exchange for her mother begins, but Jason reveals his true nature, exposing his cruel intentions. He plans to kill both Elle and her mother, shattering any hope of a safe resolution. Desperation sets in as Elle pleads for her mother’s safety, offering herself as a hostage instead. However, Marissa dismisses their pleas, indicating that neither will leave the situation alive.
As chaos unfolds, both Jason and Marissa become affected by the drugs they intended for Elle. In a moment of realization, Elle understands that the tainted wine was meant for her, but it ended up affecting her captors instead. Just when Jason, under the influence, attempts to approach her, Elle threatens to harm herself with a silver hairpin given to her by Brad. The scene intensifies as she feels cornered and helpless, her mother collapsing in despair.
In a dramatic turn, Brad arrives just in time to save Elle, his presence providing a sense of safety and relief. As he holds her tightly, Elle feels a wave of comfort wash over her, knowing that she is no longer alone in her fight. Brad’s fierce determination to protect her and their child reassures Elle, transforming her fear into a glimmer of hope for a way out of the dire situation.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 103**
Elle’s POV
I found myself frozen in place, my gaze locked onto the three glasses that Marissa had meticulously arranged in front of us. A knot of dread twisted tightly in my stomach, each heartbeat echoing my growing anxiety. The dark liquid within those glasses appeared deceptively benign, yet every instinct in me screamed that this was a perilous game.
“What kind of twisted game is this?” I forced out, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my facade of courage.
Marissa’s smile was chilling, devoid of warmth. “Oh, it’s just a little toast, Elle. You drink with us, and then you get your precious mother back.” Her tone dripped with malice, and I could feel the weight of her words pressing down on me.
I flicked my gaze between the glasses and Jason, who wore a mask of confusion, yet I could sense his eagerness to hasten this grim encounter. Something about this felt fundamentally wrong. Marissa radiated danger, her very presence a warning sign. But what choice did I have? My mother’s life was precariously hanging in the balance.
“Fine,” I spat through clenched teeth, my resolve hardening. “But after this, we make the exchange immediately.”
With a heavy heart, I reached for the glass, fully aware that it might be laced with poison or some insidious drug. I knew this drink could very well be my undoing, but I was tired—tired of staring into the faces of these two vile individuals, tired of feeling powerless.
As I lifted the glass to my lips, I caught the glimmer of delight in Marissa’s eyes, and my suspicions solidified. Yet, I downed the liquid in one swift motion, feeling it slide down my throat like ice water. Jason, blissfully ignorant of the danger, followed suit, downing his drink with an eagerness that made my stomach churn. Marissa, clearly satisfied that we had both complied, raised her own glass and drained it with a triumphant flourish.
I braced myself for the inevitable consequences, but… nothing happened. The liquid had no discernible taste, merely resembling water. What the hell? This wine… it’s tasteless? Has Marissa fallen so far that she can’t even afford real alcohol?
“Alright,” I said, my voice sharp and cold, slicing through the tension in the air. “We’ve had our drink. Now it’s time for the exchange.”
The driver pushed two hefty cases of money toward my mother, who was quick to reach out for them. Just as the transaction was about to be finalized, Jason’s entire demeanor shifted. The friendly mask he wore slipped away, revealing a cruel smirk that sent chills down my spine.
“Wait a minute!” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Did I ever say I’d let you leave here alive?”
My heart plummeted. “Jason, what are you doing? We had an agreement!” I felt the ground beneath me shift, the reality of our situation crashing down like a tidal wave.
“An agreement?” he laughed harshly, the sound grating against my ears. “Are you serious? If I let you two walk out of here, Marissa and I would be dead before we even hit Moonshade Bay! But if you’re both dead… well, then we don’t have to worry about that, do we?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Jason had transformed into a monster before my very eyes! He wanted to kill me and my mother!
“Jason, please! I can stay behind,” I pleaded, desperation clawing at me. “Let my mother go! I’ll be your hostage—demand more money! I’m worth more than she is!”
Mom’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembling. “Elle, no! You can’t do this for me! Elle, you actually are—”
“Enough!” Marissa cut her off, her voice sharp and filled with venom. “I’m done with this sentimental mother-daughter nonsense! Elle, neither you nor your mother is leaving here today!”
Marissa’s eyes gleamed with a manic excitement, as if everything was unfolding according to a dark and twisted plan.
Suddenly, Jason staggered, his face turning crimson. “What’s… what’s happening to me?” His voice was laced with disbelief, and I could see him struggling against an invisible force.
The driver instinctively stepped in front of me, acting as a shield against Jason’s increasingly erratic behavior.
But then, to my horror, Marissa gasped, her own complexion flushing as the heat coursed through her. Panic flickered across her features, and she screamed, “Why aren’t you affected?” Her composure shattered like glass. “When did someone switch the drinks?”
I stood there, stunned, as the pieces fell into place. Looking at Marissa and Jason, it was clear they were both drugged. The tainted wine had been intended for me, yet somehow it had found its way into Marissa’s glass instead?
The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave.
“Jason, now’s your chance!” Marissa shouted through her drug-induced haze. “Take Elle! Rape her! Brad cares most about her purity!”
Jason’s eyes locked onto mine with a terrifying intensity, the drugs fully taking hold of him.
“Don’t come near me!” I screamed, backing away toward the door, my heart racing. “Or I swear I’ll kill myself!”
I couldn’t let Jason defile me! I wouldn’t allow him to touch me!
“Brad,” I whispered, the name escaping my lips unbidden. Then, louder, I cried out, “Brad… Brad Rayne…”
In the face of such imminent danger, I had unconsciously turned to Brad as my anchor, my lifeline.
“Brad, where are you?!” I screamed, my voice dripping with desperation. “Save me!”
My mismatched eyes flared with terror as I pressed my back against the door, feeling utterly trapped. The driver was engaged in a fierce struggle with other thugs, unable to reach me.
If no one arrives soon, I’m really going to lose everything.
Jason was now half-undressed, completely consumed by the drugs coursing through his system. I was cornered at the door, nowhere left to escape.
“Jason, don’t come any closer, or I’ll die right here!” I threatened, pulling out the silver hairpin Brad had given me, pressing its sharp point against my throat.
This silver hairpin from Brad was sharp enough—it would do the job.
Jason was now only a few steps away, his body seemingly on the brink of exploding from the drugs. I pressed the pin harder against my neck, my heart racing.
Mom collapsed to her knees, sobbing. “No, Elle, don’t—”
But before she could finish, Marissa, also drugged and barely coherent, shoved her to the ground.
A tear slipped down my cheek. I might not be able to protect my mother…
“Mommy, I’m sorry. I can’t protect you anymore.”
With trembling hands, I pressed the hairpin against my throat, ready to end everything.
Just then, a strong hand emerged from nowhere, gripping my wrist firmly.
In the next heartbeat, I found myself pressed against a familiar, warm, broad chest.
“Elle,” Brad’s voice was a soothing blend of gentleness and danger. “So you were calling for me. How could I possibly disappoint you?”
His amber eyes glowed with a fierce intensity. “Relax… I’m here… No one can hurt you or my child.”
As Brad’s powerful arms encircled me, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. In that moment, I knew I was safe.
Conclusion
In the climactic moments of despair and danger, Elle’s emotional journey culminated in a profound realization of strength and vulnerability. Faced with the threat of losing everything, her instinct to protect her mother led her to the brink of self-sacrifice. Yet, just as the darkness threatened to swallow her whole, Brad’s arrival became a beacon of hope, reminding her that she was not alone in her fight. The warmth of his embrace served as a shield against the chaos, illuminating the path forward and allowing her to reclaim her power. In that instant, Elle understood that love and courage could intertwine to forge an unbreakable bond, capable of overcoming even the most sinister of threats.
As they stood together, the weight of their shared struggles began to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. Elle’s heart swelled with gratitude and determination, knowing that she could face whatever came next with Brad by her side. The terror of the moment faded, and in its place blossomed a fierce resolve to protect her family and reclaim their lives from the clutches of darkness. With Brad’s unwavering presence anchoring her, Elle felt ready to confront the challenges ahead, no longer a victim but a warrior fueled by love and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the dust begins to settle from the chaotic confrontation, readers can expect a tense exploration of the fragile alliance forming between Elle and Brad. With Marissa and Jason incapacitated, the stakes have never been higher, and the true depths of their treachery are bound to unravel. Will Brad’s intervention be enough to shield Elle and her mother from the fallout of this harrowing encounter? The dynamics between the characters will shift dramatically, revealing hidden motivations and unspoken truths that could either strengthen their bond or drive a wedge between them.
Moreover, the aftermath of the drugged toast will leave lingering questions that haunt Elle—what was in that wine, and how did it affect her adversaries? As she grapples with the trauma of the moment, the narrative will delve into Elle’s internal conflict, forcing her to confront not only her fear but also the lingering shadows of her past. With Brad by her side, will she find the courage to reclaim her power, or will the ghosts of her memories threaten to pull her under once more? Expect a gripping blend of action, emotional turmoil, and the promise of unexpected revelations as Elle and Brad navigate the treacherous waters ahead, setting the stage for a climactic showdown that could change everything.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
