Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 102 Summary
In Chapter 102 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle receives a chilling phone call from Marissa, who reveals that Elle’s foster mother is in her custody and is being used as leverage. Marissa’s taunts ignite a storm of emotions within Elle, including anger, fear, and desperation. Despite the turmoil, Elle maintains a facade of calm and demands to know her foster mother’s location, only to be met with a shocking ransom of one million dollars in cash. The threat to her mother’s life weighs heavily on Elle, forcing her to confront the urgency of the situation.
Determined to save her foster mother, Elle seeks help from Amy and discovers that she has access to the Rayne family funds through a card given to her by Brad. Though she feels guilty about using Brad’s money, she recognizes it as her only option. After a swift trip to the bank, Elle obtains the cash without hesitation, feeling both empowered and terrified by the sheer amount of money she holds. As she prepares to meet Marissa, her internal struggle intensifies, torn between her instincts to protect her family and the fear of involving Brad.
When Elle arrives at the abandoned junkyard for the exchange, she is filled with dread. Marissa’s demands become increasingly unreasonable, and Elle’s fury boils over as she confronts Jason, who is complicit in the scheme. The emotional stakes rise when Elle sees her foster mother bound and terrified, igniting a fierce protective instinct within her. In a heated exchange, Elle confronts Jason about his betrayal, revealing the depth of her anger and the pain of his actions.
As tensions escalate, Marissa interrupts the confrontation with a sinister proposal: before the transaction can be completed, they must all drink together. This unexpected twist adds a layer of danger to the already fraught situation, leaving Elle grappling with the precariousness of her foster mother’s safety and the sinister intentions of her captors. The chapter closes with a sense of impending doom, as Elle must navigate this treacherous game to save her mother while confronting the dark realities of betrayal and manipulation.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 102**
**Elle’s POV**
“Your foster mother has been missing you terribly, so I thought it would be nice to bring her over for a little visit,” Marissa’s voice slithered through the phone, dripping with a malicious glee that sent chills down my spine. “Elle West, you’ve always been such a devoted daughter, haven’t you? Your dear foster mother is here with me, enjoying my hospitality. Don’t you want to see her?”
Her words struck me like a physical blow, each syllable igniting a wildfire of fury within me. I felt a surge of emotions—anger, fear, desperation—crashing over me like relentless waves.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to maintain a façade of calm. Losing my composure would only escalate the situation. “Where is she?” I managed to ask, my voice steady despite the tempest brewing inside me.
Marissa’s laughter echoed in my ear, cold and calculating. “Bring me a million dollars in cash, sweetheart. And make sure it’s all in small bills, preferably non-consecutive serial numbers. If Brad finds out about this, or if you decide to involve the police, you can start planning her funeral.”
She rattled off an address before I could utter a single word in protest, the line going dead with a finality that left my heart racing.
I stared at the phone, my hands trembling uncontrollably. A million dollars! Where on earth am I supposed to find that kind of money? Mom, what am I going to do?
“Mrs. Rayne, are you alright?” Amy’s concerned voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “You look pale. Are you feeling sick?”
I stumbled slightly, using her arm for support as the weight of the situation crashed down on me. My lips felt numb, and I bit down hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.
“Amy,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, “how much money can I access from this household?”
For a moment, confusion clouded Amy’s face, but then realization dawned. “Didn’t Mr. Rayne give you a card? It’s connected to the Rayne family funds. If you need cash, you can withdraw it directly!”
Of course! The card!
My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of my options. I had been so adamant about not using Brad’s money, but I had already transferred all my savings to my foster mother’s account through Sophia. I was left with nothing.
I’m sorry, Brad. This is an emergency. I’ll borrow this money from you, and I promise I’ll pay you back somehow, I swear it.
“Have the driver prepare the car,” I instructed Amy, my voice firm and resolute. “I need to leave immediately.”
The bank treated me like royalty the moment they saw the Rayne family card. Within minutes, I was whisked into a private VIP room where the manager himself attended to my request with an air of reverence.
“I need one million dollars in cash,” I stated bluntly, cutting straight to the chase. “Small bills, non-consecutive.”
There was no hesitation, no verification process, no questions asked. Within ten minutes, they had prepared exactly what I had requested.
Jesus Christ, I thought, staring at the heavy cases filled with cash. The sheer power of money is both exhilarating and terrifying. A million dollars, just like that? It feels surreal, like I’m living in a twisted dream.
The security guards assisted in carrying the cases to the car, treating me with utmost deference, their respect only amplifying my anxiety.
“Marissa,” I spoke into my phone, which had been on speaker the entire time, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling within me. “You heard everything. I didn’t call the police. My security and assistant know better than to involve the authorities without my permission. I have the money.”
“I don’t trust you, Elle,” Marissa’s voice was laced with suspicion and malice. “Change of plans. New location. You come alone. No one else.”
My anger flared, a fiery response to her unreasonable demands. “Marissa, have you lost your mind? Do you see how heavy this money is? I’m pregnant! Do you really expect me to carry a hundred-pound case by myself? I’m giving you exactly what you want—money, me, everything! What more do you want from me? You’re being ridiculous!”
“I don’t give a damn about being ridiculous!” Marissa shouted back, her tone fierce and unyielding. “That’s exactly how I want to be! I’ve always wanted to be this unreasonable! Drop that saint act of yours, Elle; it makes me sick! Fine, you can bring a driver. ONE driver. Anyone else, and your foster mother pays the price!”
The venom in her voice seeped into my bones, making my blood run cold. That despicable woman!
Standing outside the Rayne estate, my heart raced with anxiety.
Despite my fury, I knew I had no choice but to comply with her twisted rules.
“But Miss West,” Amy protested, her voice filled with concern, “Mr. Rayne specifically ordered me to stay with you at all times…”
“Listen carefully,” I said, forcing authority into my voice, though my heart felt heavy. “No one is to call the police without my direct order. Do you understand? I’ll be back soon.”
As I climbed into the car, my thoughts drifted to Brad. If he were here, how would he handle this? But… I can’t tell him. I can’t risk Mom’s safety. I can’t let him get involved.
The internal struggle was tearing me apart, a battle between my instincts and my desperate need to protect my family.
The driver navigated through the city, the streets blurring by as we approached the desolate location Marissa had specified. When we arrived at the abandoned junkyard, I felt my heart sink. This place screamed danger.
“Alright,” I said into the phone, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I’m here with the money and one driver, just as you demanded.”
“Smart girl. Someone will take you inside,” she replied, her tone dripping with condescension.
The abandoned factory building loomed before me, an ominous structure that felt like something straight out of a nightmare. As soon as I stepped inside, I cut straight to the point.
“I brought the money. Where is my foster mother?”
Marissa emerged from the shadows, Jason flanking her like a sinister shadow. I stared at them, pieces of a cruel puzzle finally clicking into place.
What the hell?
What a perfect pair of bastards.
Even though every fiber of my being screamed to lash out at them, I kept my expression neutral. My mother’s safety depended on my composure.
“Where’s the money?” Jason demanded, impatience radiating from him.
I gestured to my driver, who set down the two cases and opened them to reveal the cash inside.
“I want to see Susan,” I said firmly, my voice unwavering. “I’m not giving you anything until I see her.”
Marissa waved her hand, and someone roughly shoved my foster mother forward. She was bound, her eyes wide with fear and tears shimmering in their depths when she saw me.
Mom, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault for getting you involved.
Susan’s eyes widened when they fell on my obviously pregnant belly, and I could see the guilt and concern etched across her face.
“Honey, don’t come any closer!” Susan called out, her voice laced with panic. “You’re carrying a baby!”
Before she could utter another word, Jason kicked her viciously, sending her sprawling to the ground.
“Mom!” I screamed, pointing an accusing finger at Jason, fury boiling over. “You bastard! I was completely blind to think you could ever be worthy of me! She treated you like her own son, and this is how you repay her? Jason, you’re a heartless piece of shit! You deserve to rot in hell!”
Jason’s face twisted with rage, his voice dripping with venom. “Yeah! So what, Elle? You want to lecture me? If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Let me tell you the truth,” he continued, his tone growing more vicious. “I never liked you from the beginning! You think I wanted to be with some flat-chested, conservative prude like you? You disgusted me!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his pathetic attempt to hurt me. Thank God. Thank God I didn’t end up with this piece of garbage. What a blessing in disguise.
“Enough!” Jason snapped, impatience radiating from him. “You’ve seen her. Now hand over the money.”
“Wait.” Marissa’s voice cut through the tension, commanding immediate attention.
Everyone turned to look at her as she appeared with three glasses of some dark liquid, a sinister smile playing on her lips.
“Before we finish this transaction,” she said, her eyes glittering with malice, “you need to drink with us. All three of us. Together.”
Conclusion
In a world where desperation and danger intertwine, Elle stands at the precipice of her choices, her heart racing as she confronts the twisted machinations of Marissa and Jason. The emotional turmoil she has endured culminates in this tense standoff, where the stakes have never been higher. With her foster mother’s safety hanging in the balance, Elle’s resolve hardens, transforming her fear into a fierce determination. The weight of the cash she has secured is not just a means to an end; it symbolizes her unwavering love and commitment to her family. As she faces the grim reality of the situation, the realization dawns on her that she must summon every ounce of strength and courage to navigate this treacherous path.
The moment is charged with raw emotion, a fierce testament to the lengths one will go to protect those they love. Elle’s confrontation with Jason reveals the true nature of betrayal, while her unwavering stance against Marissa showcases her resilience in the face of overwhelming odds. As she prepares to drink from the glasses Marissa presents, the implications of this act weigh heavily on her. It is a pivotal moment that will test her not only physically but emotionally, forcing her to confront the darkness that surrounds her. In this chaotic whirlwind of fear, anger, and maternal instinct, Elle embodies the fierce spirit of a woman willing to fight for her family, ready to reclaim her narrative and defy the forces that seek to tear her apart.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” readers can expect a high-stakes confrontation that will test Elle’s resolve and resourcefulness. With her foster mother Susan’s safety hanging in the balance, Elle finds herself cornered by the treacherous Marissa and Jason, whose motives remain shrouded in darkness. As tensions escalate, the sinister proposal of a drink shared among them hints at an ominous twist that could change everything. What could be in those glasses? Will Elle’s unwavering determination to protect her family lead her to make a fateful decision that could either save or doom them all?
Moreover, the emotional stakes will intensify as Elle grapples with her feelings of guilt and anger. The underlying dynamics of her relationships will be put to the test, especially with the looming presence of Brad, who remains unaware of the danger she faces. As she navigates this treacherous terrain, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering how far Elle is willing to go to reclaim her family and confront the ghosts of her past. Will she find a way to outsmart her captors, or will she become ensnared in their web of deceit? The next chapter promises to deliver heart-pounding suspense and unexpected revelations that will leave readers breathless.
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.
