Bright lights. Screams. Footsteps echoing down a corridor.I stood frozen in the hallway, a million thoughts clawing through my head, my heart hammering like a warning bell in my chest. Nurses rushed past me, the blaring siren of an approaching ambulance still ringing faintly in the distance.Someone had pulled me back as Dan carried her down the stairs—Selena’s limp body cradled in his arms, her head lolling like a rag doll, blood painting the edge of her dress.I didn’t know if I screamed or just imagined it."Get out of the way!" a nurse shouted as they wheeled her down the corridor.Dan didn’t even glance my way.He followed them, his shirt soaked with her blood, his face a mask of rage and fear. It hit me then—how much he cared. How deep it must’ve run, no matter how much he denied it before.They took her into the emergency ward, and I was left standing alone under those too-bright, too-cold hospital lights.[Hours Later – Waiting Room]The hospital was a cage of silence now, br
Although she insisted she could handle it, I couldn’t help but prepare for the worst. I needed to be ready—just in case.My stomach twisted as I stared down at the documents in front of me. Medical records, dates, and confirmation lines.“She’s pregnant?” I scoffed, letting out a dry, humorless chuckle, though the annoyance in my voice betrayed the anger simmering beneath the surface.“Yeah,” Fedrick replied flatly, standing to the side with his hands tucked behind his back. “Four months along, confirmed.”I gritted my teeth. “What a bastard…”“What should we do, boss?” Fedrick asked, his tone low and cautious.I let out a long breath, fingers tapping against the mahogany desk. “I wanted to step in, but she asked me not to. So we’ll keep our distance... for now.”I spun my chair around, gazing out the window at the rain streaking down the glass.“Gavin’s the one representing Bianco this time,” I added, voice steely. “I want you to keep both eyes on him. He plays dirty, always has. If
KURTISI was heading out for a meeting with some shareholders. The game was about to start, all thanks to Mr. Abdalla’s push. It should’ve been a good day.But fate always had its way of pulling the rug.The moment we stepped out of the house, the sky cracked open and rain began to pour, thick and unrelenting.Just as I was sliding into the backseat, Fedrick’s voice cut through the hum of the downpour.“Sir… isn’t that Miss Evelyn?”I looked up sharply, eyes narrowing at the figure stepping out of a cab just beyond the gate. My breath caught.It was her.Standing alone in the pouring rain—no coat, no umbrella, not even a shawl. Just the same dress she wore earlier that morning. Her hair clung to her cheeks, makeup ruined, her body trembling beneath the weight of the storm.“What the hell…?” I muttered, already flinging the car door open.Without thinking, I tore off my coat and rushed toward her, ignoring the rain as I wrapped it around her frail, soaked frame. Her lips parted, eyes w
You know, at this point, something like this shouldn’t shake me.But it does.Not because I’m seeing it again. God knows this scene is becoming a rerun at this point.What kills me—what burns right through my chest—is that he was the one who texted me. Urgently. Like something life-changing couldn’t wait another second. And then he brings her? And has the nerve to let me walk right into this mess like it’s some twisted open invitation?“Evelyn… I… it’s not what you think,” Dan stammers, keys slipping between his trembling fingers like guilt he can’t quite hold onto.I mean, seriously?His tie’s half-looped like he yanked it loose in a rush, three buttons undone, shirt disheveled like it had been clawed open. His coat’s just lying there on the floor, like it gave up trying to hold any dignity for him.I feel my throat tightening, the betrayal pressing hard against my ribs.“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask, breathless, my voice cracked between fury and disbelief. “If you’re going to
“Next Saturday, I want to take you out for lunch. Just the two of us,” Victoria whispered as Fedrick parked the car.I glanced at her with a teasing smile. “Well, if you’re buying, then why not?”We both chuckled softly.“Then it’s a date.”After a few parting goodbyes, we climbed into the car. The air inside felt thick—charged with tension, emotions, or maybe it was just my stupid heart acting up again. It couldn’t handle being around him without doing backflips in my chest.So, I did what any sane person would do when someone’s presence starts messing with your thoughts—I avoided looking at him altogether. I cracked the window open just a little and let the wind graze my face, focusing on anything outside that wasn’t him.As usual, he was completely absorbed in his laptop, typing away like the world around him didn’t exist.“What did you talk about with Victoria?” he asked, smooth as silk.“Nothing. Just girl talk,” I replied lightly, hoping he’d drop it.Silence followed. But it wa
Her breath was soft—gentle, almost rhythmic. By now, she was deep asleep. Completely gone.And yet I… I couldn’t take my eyes off her.The taste of her lips still lingered—faint but maddeningly present. They were slightly swollen, kissed raw by me, and my tongue kept chasing the memory like it wasn’t ready to let go.I’ve kissed a lot of women.Some were tactics—tools in the mess of scandals I used to orchestrate. Others were fleeting distractions, faces I barely remember now. But her?Evelyn was different.Every time I kissed her, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened, my pulse raced like I’d never done it before. There was this strange, almost helpless ache in me—like I could kiss her for hours and still want more.And now, lying beside her… watching her sleep?God.How the hell can someone be so damn beautiful doing nothing but breathing?Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, letting out the softest little sighs—almost a whisper. The kind of breath that brushed again