Krystie immediately arrived home and took notice of two people who were cuddled on the sofa. Chloe was sleeping on Mark's lap while Mark held her protectively. A smile crept at the corners of her lips, and without disturbing them, she walked past them to her room to clean up. She was feeling stuffed, and the Lucian guy cologne still lingered on her body. Once Krystie was done, she came back down only to find them awake. Without a word, Krystie, too, sat opposite them, took her phone and started playing video games. She was so tired that she had asked for a day off from work, which would be so unusual of her. Chloe and Mark sat on the sofa, looking at Krystie as if she had grown horns. They appeared exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes and drooping eyelids. Clearly, they had not slept at all. Krystie completely ignored them and let them stare at her all they wanted. She was not going to answer something that they had not asked her. She let the staring competition go on unti
Lucian, who stood at the door not very sure whether he was at the right address, was stunned when the door was roughly opened, "What else do you want? Just do whatever you want. I am not interested in you all; you can have each other for all I care, that is none of my business!" Not very sure whether the outburst was meant for him or not Lucian once more rang the bell. Irked up, Krystie opened the door. She wanted to give the duo an earful, but that's until she saw who stood before her. Startled by the unexpected visitor, she cautiously opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Lucian standing there. "Lucian, what are you doing here?" Krystie asked, her voice tinged with apprehension, she had known his name when Alex had earlier on called him out. Lucian felt so happy hearing her call him by his name. Without waiting for an invitation, Lucian strode into the apartment, his demeanour self-assured. He ignored Krystie's question and instead welcomed himself in
Krystie's heart raced as she stood outside the imposing doors of the city hall office. It was almost the agreed time, just five minutes to eight. She couldn't believe she was here, about to get a marriage license with a man she barely knew. But the threat of a lawsuit from Lucian hung over her head like a dark cloud. "If that's your final answer, then I have no choice but to take legal action against you." These words were stuck in her mind, making Krystie wonder who the hell in this world takes responsibility for their one-night stand by marrying them! Everything had started with her reckless decision last night when she nursed her broken heart, drowning her sorrows in cheap drinks that she was not careful to end up spiked. Krystie regretted it because that one night stand had turned into a nightmare when Lucian had showed up on her doorstep the previous day demanding her to take responsibility for him by accompanying him to the bureau office. Krystie felt a shiver run down h
Krystie only took fifteen minutes to arrive at the hospital, a drive that would have taken her twenty-five minutes under normal circumstances. Earlier on, when Krystie had just started the engine, she had received another message from Mark, who had claimed that Chloe, Krystie's twin sister, was also a victim of the road accident that had occurred just a few minutes ago on the highway. Immediately Krystie arrived at the hospital she was faced with the most chaotic scene she had ever witnessed. As alarms blared and patients flooded in, those with minor injuries being assisted in while the critically injured were being wheeled in by the nurses, Krystie quickly activated her training, drawing upon her knowledge and experience to navigate the crisis. Good thing there were no deaths reported, and the injuries were not severe. With a calm smile, Krystie prioritized the patients' care, swiftly handling the most critical cases while delegating simple cases to nurses and other staff member
It was already a week since Krystie had gotten a marriage certificate with Lucian, and ever since they separated at the bureau office that morning, they hadn't been in contact. Not like there was any need for it, after all, she had already fulfilled his wish. It was already Friday, and Krystie was arranging her desk, finalizing her shift so that she could go home when she received a call from her boss, Mr. Xavier West, the owner of Regal Hospital, also her godfather."Krystie, am sorry for this urgent call, but I have a VIP customer visiting the hospital for a check-up today, you are the only person that I can entrust this work to, can you please do it for me? I don't trust Mark with it, at times he is so clumsy and might do something stupid. Just be careful with him, and do not annoy him, I will see you later. "Before Krystie said a thing, the phone was hung up on her, leaving her with no choice, not like she could reject her boss anyway. If there's one thing that Krystie hates the
As Lucian and Krystie approached his family's home, the air was charged with anticipation and nervous energy. Krystie couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a tinge of anxiety and fear.This is not the first time Krystie goes to the Wilson family mansion, but this time it is different, unlike before, this time she is not the wife of the grandson, but instead the wife of the young master of the Wilson family.'What a change of role.'Krystie had been having tie fear ever since they got their marriage certificate, until last night when Lucian had called her asking her to accompany him to his family dinner, he claimed his grandmother had commanded him to go over with a lady otherwise he should be ready to accept whoever she was to choose for him.Krystie, at first was so reluctant as she was not sure how she was supposed to face his family, but she had no otherwise in all this. She was afraid she would be judged by his family as a gold digger who was obsessed with the W
"Look who is here if not the pregnant wife of the young master of the Wilson family!" Cassandra spoke not hiding her contempt, she had followed Krystie to the backyard of the house.Krystie all the while was so silent, she didn't have the energy to argue with Cassandra. She also couldn't tell her that she was not pregnant at all, she didn't owe her any explanation for her life."Krystie you're really something else, I didn't know you were such a gold digger, trying by all means to remain in the Wilson family,eh? Rejected by the grandson so you decide to seduce the young master!" Cassandra continued irked when Krystie just ignored her."Oh, Cassandra, how kind of you to project your tactics onto me. But I suppose when one's methods fail, it's easy to assume others must resort to them too, but don't worry, I won't stoop as low as you babygirl,I know what am worth."Krystie retorted and left the girl fuming with anger.Lucian, who was at a distance clearly heard her response and mentally
"Big sister, are you going to leave me all alone and go live with your husband? Don't you love your little sister anymore?" Chloe whined hugging Krystie tightly as she lifted her face giving Krystie her signature puppy face that she always uses with Krystie anytime she wants something from her, she was not ready to let her go just yet. 'Don't use those eyes with me today baby girl, I assure you they won't work with me,' Krystie internally rolled her eyes hugging her back. Krystie was not a fool to not know what Chloe was up to. "Come on Chloe! It's not like am dying or something, you can always visit me anytime you feel like it, and I would also be coming over to check up on you over the weekends or anytime am free, nothing is going to change, you will always be my lovely little sister," Krystie spoke as she patted I her little sisters head comfortingly earning a sheepish smile from Chloe in return. Krystie was finally moving in to live with her husband Lucian, the two had just agr
Krystie sat on a thick blanket spread out on the floor, cradling a sleepy-eyed baby boy in her arms while his twin sister giggled as Lucian lifted her high into the air, spinning her gently. "Easy, Lucian," Krystie laughed, brushing her son's dark curls from his forehead. "She’s going to think she's a plane." "She’s my little plane," Lucian said proudly, kissing the baby's chubby cheek as she squealed with delight. "A future heartbreaker like her mom." Krystie rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. Their twins, Liam and Liana, were now six months old. Everything had changed since that magical wedding night. Regal Hospital, under Krystie's leadership, had become one of the most respected medical centres in the country. Krystie had restructured the staff, introduced groundbreaking programs for patient care, and expanded services to help the underserved. Her days were busy, filled with patients, administrative meetings, and, more often than not, chasing a
The iron gates of the prison stood still under the grey morning sky. Rain drizzles fell as a man dressed in all black stood at the gate. One last glance at the prison before he left. Not long after, sombre news had already spread like wildfire through the city: Xavier West was found dead in his cell at dawn.The report listed it as a suicide.There was no note, only the silence of a man who had once tried to control too much and lost everything. The guards said he hadn’t spoken for days. He’d sat in the corner, staring at the cracks in the wall, as if waiting for something that never came.Two days later, a small and discreet burial was held at a secluded cemetery. There were no headlines or reporters. Just a closed casket, a simple grave, and a few scattered mourners who had once called him family.Mark took one last glance at the casket at turned around, tears at the corners of his eyes. Despite everything his father had done, he couldn't deny that watching him lay in that casket st
Krystie smiled up at Lucian. As the slow notes of Perfect by Ed Sheeran ft Beyonce filled the garden, Lucian gently pulled her into his arms. They swayed together, the world around them fading away. His forehead pressed against hers as they danced. Mark and Chloe joined them on the dance floor, laughing when Mark twirled her clumsily but caught her just before she stumbled. Around them, their friends watched with shining eyes. When the song ended, Joel took the microphone, clearing his throat dramatically. "Alright, alright!" he called. "Before we dive into the cake and the rest of the night, we have something to announce" Lucian stepped forward, reaching into his pocket for a small velvet box. He smiled at Krystie, a radiant smile reserved only for her. "I wanted to start our new life together by giving you something," he said, voice carrying through the garden. "Something that represents your strength, your compassion, your unwavering belief in doing what's right." Krystie f
The air in the small living room buzzed with excitement. Krystie, Lucian, Mark, and Chloe sat around the coffee table, papers, flowers, and swatches of fabric spread out chaotically before them. "I still can't believe we're planning this in a few hours," Chloe giggled nervously, twirling a pen between her fingers. "Are we really doing this?" Mark caught her hand and squeezed it. "We are, honey. I don't want to waste any more time." Lucian nodded in agreement, his gaze tender as it fell on Krystie. "Neither do I. After everything we've been through, it's time for a new beginning. A real one." Krystie's heart swelled with emotions. It felt almost surreal, planning a wedding in one day but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Her parents would have wanted her to live fully, to find happiness even after the darkness. The girls and boys quickly divided up the tasks. Chloe and Krystie called a few close friends to help with the arrangements, while Lucian and Mark secured the
Krystie stiffened slightly in Lucian’s arms, lifting her head to meet his eyes."You said I gave you purpose," she whispered, her voice raw from crying. "What do you mean by that?"Lucian gazed down at her, his thumb gently brushing away the tear tracks on her cheek. His lips curved into a bittersweet smile as memories of seven years ago flooded his mind."I never told you before," he murmured. "But I think I owe you now."Krystie blinked in confusion. "Lucian…?"He led her by the hand to the couch and sat down, pulling her down beside him. His hand never left hers."Seven years ago," he began softly, "I was at the hospital. I had just lost my brother, Damien. He was my guardian after our parents died. He was everything to me."His voice grew tight with emotion, and Krystie squeezed his hand encouragingly."I sat outside the operation room for hours, refusing to leave. When they finally told me he didn’t make it, I couldn’t breathe. I just sat there, in the cold hallway, crying like a
Mark stood in front of Chloe’s apartment door, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. He hesitated for a second before knocking. Chloe opened the door, surprised to see him, but the look on his face made her step aside without question. "Mark?" He stepped inside, but he couldn’t look at her. His voice broke almost immediately. "I accompanied Krystie to see my father." Chloe’s eyes widened slightly, but she waited. Mark exhaled a shaky breath and finally looked at her, eyes red. "He admitted everything, Chloe. He killed them. Your parents just because he was bitter and envious." His voice cracked. "And I’m his son. I carry his blood, he stammered. I... I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. If you never forgave me. I wouldn't forgive me either." Before another word could leave his lips, Chloe pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first, then broke down, crying into her shoulder. "I’m so sorry…" he whispered, his voice raw.Chloe gently patted his back, her voice soft. "You
The heavy steel doors of the Blackthorn Federal prison clanked open as Krystie and Mark stepped inside. The long corridor echoed with the distant occasional shout from inmates. Guards led them in silence toward the visitation room. Neither Krystie nor Mark spoke. They all had lots of unanswered questions they desired answers to. It had been a month since the judgement, but Krystie had one more thing she desired to know. They were shown to a cold metal table. A few seconds later, Mr. Xavier was escorted in, clad in his prison uniform, hands cuffed, his once well-groomed face now unkempt beard and hollow eyes. But his smirk remained. "Well, well," he drawled, taking his seat and leaning back as far as the restraints would allow as if he were still the one in control. "See who finally decided to visit me if not my dear son and goddaughter. I was wondering how long it would take for the prodigies to come visit me. Have you come to gloat?" Krystie didn’t waste time. She straightened a
The courtroom buzzed as Xavier West was escorted inside, clad in an orange prison uniform that couldn’t quite mask the pride still etched in his posture. His expression remained composed, almost arrogant. His attorney, Mr. Clarke, adjusted his tie and leaned over. "Relax. We’ve got the best money we can buy. The judges are in our pocket. There’s no hard evidence they can use. We’ll have this thrown out in a week." Xavier didn’t respond, only stared at the room with cool detachment. Journalists filled the benches, their cameras flashing and pens ready. The public gallery overflowed with curious onlookers, family members of victims, and a few hospital staff. Xavier’s smirk returned when he saw the judges entering, three men he knew well, the judges from his case seven years ago. The lead judge struck the gavel, and announced, "Court is now in session. Case number 2328: The People vs. Xavier West." The prosecution began with an impassioned speech, laying out the charges including hu
At the boardroom on the top floor of Regal Hospital, sunlight filtered through the tall windows, where Mr. Xavier West sat at the head of the polished table, flanked by board members and stakeholders. All were dressed in fine suits, sipping imported coffee as they discussed the hospital’s future, oblivious to the storm that was about to hit.Xavier wore his usual calm mask, a faint smile plastered on his face as he nodded at a proposal from the finance director. "If we accelerate the expansion plans for our offshore branches, we can double our quarterly revenue," he said smoothly, exuding confidence and control.The silence shattered when the heavy double doors burst open without warning. Ben, Mr Xavier's personal assistant, stood there panting, sweat trickling on his forehead, his tie crooked as if he'd run all the way."Ben," Xavier barked, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t barge in here when I’m in a meeting, especially not with the board!"Be