Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

32. Fake Identity

CHAPTER 32: Fake Identity

"What is it? You've been staring at this footage for hours." Celeste grumbles behind me, done babysitting while she basically puts both boys into one of the open plan suites. And puts on Star Wars. I stare at the three screens.

"No airport has footage of any of them. Surely some print is left there, nothing has been erased in the past forty-eight hours. I haven't seen or heard from my Aaron in exactly ten hours. No train, no exit from the country has any of our guys on footage. How could they all supposedly be in Vancouver, at this Crest Academy, if I can't find one damn frame of footage to show that any of them have left London, or even Europe for that matter?" I question, turning to face her as she stares at the screens.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, "You're telling me you think they're still in London?" She questions.

I throw my pen at the keyboard, "I'm telling you that this makes no sense, Celeste. Why would some Candidate faked being my husband long enough so my real husband goes missing with all the other males in this group and somehow all other staff members here had to evacuate to some unknown secret safe houses I can't anywhere on Grayson's systems? This makes next to no sense. If they didn't take a bloody train, aeroplane, car or any other type of transportation...where are they? I've looked on maps of Vancouver, I studied Crest Academy's bloody structure, to which by the way, there are four of them, none of them hold the structure big enough, or strong enough to hold candidates, agents and highly trained operatives. It's as if they just disappeared out of thin air, I can't find anything and I'm freaking stressing out because I now have a baby growing inside me and that is something I need to talk to someone about. Preferably with my husband, who still isn't here and probably doesn't even know about the baby because the Continuum tampered with the results read by Samsara and I-I-ugh!" I growl out, fisting my hands.

She blinks and steps forward, "You need to calm down. Deep breaths with me. Inhale. Exhale. Count with me."

"I need my bloody husband!" I yell at her.

She flicks my forehead, "Enough!" She snaps at me.

I purse my lips at her, "What did you just say to me?"

She takes a step back at my tone of voice, "Jeez, what the hell is inside you?" She blurts out, staring wide-eyed at my stomach.

I growl, "Why am I hormonal right now? Why the hell do I feel so freaking angry right now? God Damnit, where is a punching bag or something?!" I screech, snapping my way to the doors and somehow managing to rip them off their hinges. My eyes zap straight towards one of the punching bags.

"For goodness sake, Olive, calm the hell down!" She yells at me, racing to reach for me.

"Punching things will not be good for the baby!" She snaps at me, grabbing my fist and attempting to stop me from shoving it straight for one of the newly hanged punching bags. I rip my hand away and start pacing.

She stares at me, wide-eyed, "You're way worse than Lillian when she first got pregnant. And Javier was at least there for her, Aaron just had to get kidnapped, the bloody damsel in distress. I still have no idea why you picked him, he's about as helpful as a damn possum." She mutters, taking a seat on one of the bench stools.

I narrow my eyes at her, "You've got to be kidding me right? Why did I pick Aaron? What-you think I looked at his appearance, or the way he walks, talks-No, maybe his possessive tendencies towards me, it's all about that with guys, right? I didn't pick him from a damn vending machine, Celeste. He's more family than my stuck-up, jerk of a brother. You know, the guy you're in love with, except he prioritises Mommy first before pulling the silver spoon out of his mouth and the arrogant personality right out of his arse. At least Aaron's not got the caring streak the size of an ant." I snap back at her.