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Doctor Richard adjusts his glasses as he observes my face and eyes.“Hmm…,” he leans back in his chair. “So, it’s lymphoma?”I nod in agreement.“As far as I remember, you were diagnosed with cancer a few days ago?” he looks into my eyes.“Yes,” I mutter.“Well, then…,” he continues in a calm voice. “There is a possibility that you could survive.”“Really? What are the chances?” I ask.“Uh… Seventy percent?” he shrugs.Before I can open my mouth, Zack slams his palm on the table, making me and the doctor flinch simultaneously.“Hundred percent! That’s what I want to hear!” he says through his teeth.“Zack!” I hiss at him, keeping my hand over my chest.“No, it’s fine,” the doctor assures as he leans forward. “She will be alright, Zack. But for that, she needs to be admitted to my hospital. Just in case you didn’t know, I own a hospital now.”Zack and I share the expression as we look at each other. Unreadable.“But first, tell me one thing,” he leans back in his chair, rubbing his jaw

“Do I sound like I care about him right now?” I speak through my phone, which is squeezed between my shoulder and ear, while I flip the pancake with a spatula, using one hand and holding the pan with the other. “And what do you think I told you to look after?”“I know, I’m just saying be careful,” Keith mutters. “You have Emily with you, Zack.”I hum.I can’t tell if it was bad news or good news when Keith called me to let me know that he couldn’t find out if Fernando informed Marcellus about Emily. However, after all the overthinking I did over the past few days before we even arrived in the UK, I think he will not.Many cowardly mafias are reluctant to utter a word against me, and Fernando is one of them. I have already wiped out the men who were after Emily from the face of the earth, and I assume that should be enough for Fernando to watch his step, or else he will share the same fate as theirs.“Where is she, by the way?” Keith asks out of curiosity.“Dressing up,” I tell him.“O

I was planning to go after Fernando after I was done with Noah and his other men. However, when Emily told me about her condition, I went numb, my chest ached but I refused to let pain be visible on my face. Her words sliced through my heart like a sharp blade and at that moment it felt like nothing else mattered but her.Even now, I’m only drawn to her. I can’t think of anything else but the ways that can recover her from the sickness she is enduring.I slightly turn my head and look at sleepy Emily. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her hands clutch my arm gently. Of course, she was tired, it took us fourteen hours to reach here. We landed an hour ago, and now we are travelling in the car to the apartment I booked for both of us.It’s 11 pm already.If I had wanted to, I would have taken her to my mansion, which I own in the UK, but since my guards take care of that place, she probably wouldn’t like it.But whatever, my duty is to make her feel comfy whenever I take her somewhere.

“Emily?”I hum in sleep.“Emily, wake up,” someone says softly and I feel the warmth of someone’s skin against mine. Someone cupping my face and pushing back the loose strands of my hair.I know who it is.I open my eyes slowly and my gaze meets Zack’s hazel eyes. He’s sitting next to me on the bed. I don’t remember when I fell asleep. It’s interesting how I didn’t have a stomachache again last night.“Wake up,” he mutters as his eyes soften. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.“Hey,”“Now, get up. And pack your necessary accessories,” he says and slips down from the bed. “However, I don’t think you will need to because I have made arrangements, already.”“What?” I narrow my brows. I stretch my arms as I rise and straighten my back. “But why?”“We are going to the UK,” he says as he buttons up his white shirt while looking into the dressing mirror. “Come on now.”“Oh,” I mutter. “So, you want to spend all your time with me until I’m no longer alive?"He pauses and stares at my refl

I switch to the food channels and toss the remote on the table. Leaning back on the couch I watch the old woman cook and discuss the ingredients she’s using to make the dish.I have been rotting on the couch for more than three hours. I don’t feel sleepy either. I drank two cups of herbal tea but I don’t think my health is willing to improve. A few minutes ago I had abdominal pain again. And guess what? It was worse than the previous one.I did try to get up but then immediately felt as if I’d pass out. I don’t feel sleepy, yet feel sluggish to take a step. God knows how I managed to prepare another cup of herbal tea for myself.As I pull my legs up to my chest after kicking off the slippers, I hear my doorbell ring.My heart throbs in my chest, threatening to break my ribs. It’s 1 am, for God’s sake. Who could it be?Don’t tell me it’s them again. Those scary guys. The bell rings again.I swallow hard as I struggle to get on my feet. Taking each step slowly, I walk out of the living

The footsteps grow thicker, advancing toward the basement door where I have captured Kylo. It’s funny, considering how easily they obeyed him instead of being suspicious. However, I can’t tell if they were playing along, too.I pull the slider of my gun and aim it at Kylo’s head before the door flings open with a loud thud.“Kylo-” Bryce comes into my view. At first, he narrows his eyebrows in chaos but as soon as realisation hits him, his eyes widen in scepticism.The other men stand behind him, sharing the same expression.“What the-” Bryce says, stepping further into the room.“Imagine going after someone in order to sneak into a mafia’s system. And not any mafia, but the one who owns the half of the America,” I say. “Sounds absurd, right?”“I can’t believe it,” the bald guy says, feeling deceived. Noah. “This can’t be real. You’re not-”“I am, Zack Torres. Now stop convincing yourself that I’m not real,” I scoff.I scan each of them. “There are only six of you? That means Emily was

Eric’s POVI groan in frustration as I sit on the couch, leaning my head backwards. I’m exhausted as hell after all the work I have done today, all the meetings that I had to attend no matter what. And now, my head is pounding. My shoulders ache.Oh God, my back aches.I look up at the chandelier hanging above me and close my eyes.It hasn’t been a second when I hear someone say, “Sir?”My eyes snap open and I sit straight, only to find one of my servants standing in front of me and holding a glass of water in his hands.He offers me to drink it.“Thank you,” I say, picking up the glass from the plate, and he tucks it beneath his arm.I take a few sips and place it on the table.“Would you like to eat something, sir?”“No,” I say and glance at him. “Is dad home yet?”The servant shakes his head. “No, sir. He’ll be late tonight. He’s attending a dinner with some guests.”I nod.My father’s life revolves around meetings, dinners and deals. It doesn’t bother me much, though. In fact, som

Alessia’s POVI fidget my fingers as I sit across my mom’s bed, staring at the wooden floor.“So what do you think?” mom asks. “He sounds like a really good match for you.”I shrug. “I don’t know.”Getting married to begin a new chapter in my life while my mom is struggling doesn’t feel right to me. I’m the only one looking after her, and I can’t rely on my alcoholic father, given everything he has put us through. My brother is currently focused on finding a better job, so he can’t help with the house. Right now, he’s working at a clothing factory and doesn’t make much money.I assume he might have left for his shift already.“Alessia, you know your mom wants the best for you,” Mrs Salvatore interrupts my thoughts and I glance at her.Her face looks calm.She takes a sip of tea from her cup and puts it on the saucer she’s holding with her other hand.“But I can’t leave mom like this,” I mutter, my voice barely audible.“Not even for my sake?” mom says as I make eye contact with her. “

Alessia's POVI rub the dry cloth against the plane surface of the plate and put it in the cabinet. Thankfully it is the last one.I sigh as I wash my hands and then dry them with my apron.I hear the old entrance door of the house creak open, its hinges protesting softly in the quiet afternoon. The sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway, growing closer as they approach the kitchen. Turning around, I see my brother Samuel entering the room, his arms laden with colourful grocery bags. He sets them down with a soft thud on the surface of the dining table, the crinkling of plastic contrasting with the stillness of the space around us.“There you go,” he mutters as he takes a seat at the table.I glance at the grocery. There are four bags in total.“Oh God, Samuel, how much did you spend on this?” I ask as I stroll over the bags and peek inside them.“Do you want me to be honest?” he asks.I blink.“All the money I had,” he shrugs casually as if it isn’t a big deal.“Why?” I ask as I ti