When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Her eyes darted around until they landed on a motorcycle parked by the roadside, a glimmer of relief washing over her.

As they settled into the cafe, Fernando entered with another man in tow who appeared disheveled and unkempt, resembling a homeless individual.

His eyes were obscured by long, matted hair; his body was caked with mud; and his nails were overgrown.

Trembling with panic, the man awaited instructions.

“Proceed,” Fernando commanded.

The homeless man raised his head, scanning the room until his gaze fixated on Haley.

He lunged toward her and shouted, “It’s her! She’s the one! She told me to push the door!”

“Let go of me! Stop talking nonsense!” Haley cried out in fear, desperately struggling against the homeless man’s grip.

Despite her efforts, his hold only tightened, his jagged nails digging into her skin, causing her intense pain that rendered her immobile.

Frantically, she pleaded with Stella for assistance.

“Stella, please!

I’m your mother.

You have to believe me! This man is just a stranger!”

as he locked eyes with Haley, his

teeth, he accused her, “You hired someone to kill me! You offered me money to do your dirty work! But I took your

friend wasn’t

because of me, and now, I’ll

watched the unfolding scene in shock, her voice quivering as she questioned, “Why? Why would you pay

up!” Haley blurted, her voice laced

as she faced Stella’s hurt

surged through her, but

had a trump card-the DNA

deep breath, she pleaded, “Stella, believe

I’m your mother.

long, but now we’ve finally found

I hurt you? Trust

”

the homeless man lunged towards Haley, his hand raised

he could

him a glance, and Fernando ordered

as two large men

Fernando snorted.

if you

We’ll investigate.

the truth comes out, you’re leaving Prosper

find you