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,

to kill me! You offered me money to do your dirty

friend wasn’t so

and

the unfolding scene in shock, her voice quivering as she questioned, “Why? Why would you pay a homeless man to hurt me?

making things up!” Haley blurted, her voice

in her eyes as she faced Stella’s hurt expression and Matthew’s

through her, but a flicker of

a trump card-the

she pleaded, “Stella,

I’m your mother.

been apart for so long, but now we’ve finally found each

would I hurt you? Trust

”

the homeless man lunged towards Haley, his hand raised

could strike, Fernando

cast him a glance, and Fernando ordered the bodyguards to

struggled as two large men

Fernando snorted.

if you refuse to

We’ll investigate.

comes

you somewhere