Krystie pulled into the quiet suburban neighbourhood, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she exhaled. It had been a full month since she last saw her sister. As she stepped out of her car, she took a deep breath and approached the familiar front door. The porch light flickered slightly in the evening breeze. Before she could knock, the door swung open. "Krystie? You're back!" Her sister's voice was a mixture of relief and surprise. Krystie’s heart clenched at the sight of her. Soft brown hair framed her tired yet beautiful face, concern evident in her warm hazel eyes. "Hey, Chloe," Krystie murmured, forcing a small smile as she stepped inside. Chloe pulled her into a tight embrace, holding on longer than usual, as if afraid Krystie might disappear again. "I'm sorry, Krystie, for keeping everything away from you," Chloe spoke sadly. She had lost some weight, and Krystie knew she was the reason. Chloe detached herself from the embrace and took a step back. Kryst
Lucian adjusted the cap lower over his eyes as he pulled the delivery bag tighter against his back. He pulled up to the side of the street, just a block away from Krystie’s apartment. Slipping off his helmet, he reached into the delivery bag, pulling out a plain pizza box. The box was just a prop. Lucian dismounted the bike, his boots making barely a sound against the pavement. He took a steadying breath before approaching the apartment complex’s back entrance. The security system was a joke to him, very outdated. He punched in the entry code Krystie had given him months ago and slipped inside, making his way up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. When he reached her door, he knocked twice. A pause. Then the soft shuffle of feet. The door cracked open, and Krystie’s sharp gaze met his. She took in his disguise, her lips pressing into a thin line. She tried to suppress the laughter. "You look ridiculous," she muttered, stepping aside to let him in. Lucian smir
Krystie walked into Regal Hospital after a two-day leave, her white coat draped over her shoulders as she tightened her grip on the patient files in her hand. She couldn't wait to see how her patients were fairing.As she moved through the hallway, greeting the nurses with a polite nod, she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease gnawing at her. She had learned long ago to trust her instincts, and right now, they were screaming that something wasn’t right.Something felt off. She stopped at her first patient’s room, an elderly man who had been admitted for pneumonia. Mr Carter had been stable when she last checked on him, responding well to treatment and he was supposed to have been discharged by now because his case wasn't chronic. But as she flipped through his chart, her brows furrowed. A surgical scar? She looked up from the file and approached his bed, gently pulling back the blanket. A thin, fresh incision ran across his lower abdomen. Krystie’s pulse quickened. "Mr Carte
Krystie’s heels clicked against the tiled floor as she stepped out of Dr. Lawrence’s office, her mind still racing. Something about his response had unsettled her, his hesitation and the way he had dismissed her concerns without even checking the hospital records. He knew something. And she needed to find out what. As she turned the corner toward the main hallway, a low murmur caught her attention."Everything secured?" a hushed voice asked. Krystie slowed her steps, instinctively keeping close to the wall as she approached the nearby storage room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could see two figures standing in the dim light, their backs turned to her."Yes sir," another voice responded, lower and more cautious. "The records have been handled. Nothing will trace back to us." Krystie’s breath caught in her throat. The records? The first voice, sharper this time, spoke again. "Are you sure? If anyone notices..." "We’ve already taken care of it," the second voice cut in. "An
Krystie watched Dr. Lawrence disappear down the hallway, her heart still pounding frantically from his cryptic words. We wouldn’t want any more misunderstandings. The way he said it sent a chill through her. Was that a warning? Or a threat? She glanced at her phone, hoping for a response from Lucian. Nothing yet. Taking a steadying breath, she turned on her heel and walked toward the hospital’s break room. She needed a moment to think. As soon as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, she leaned against the counter, pressing her fingers to her temples. Her mind raced through possibilities. Could it be organ trafficking? She shook her head. No, no, think logically. Regal Hospital wasn’t some shady underground facility. It was one of the most reputable in the city owned by her godfather. Thinking of her godfather sent a chill down her spine, his behaviour wasn't any better than that of Dr. Lawrence. Were they hiding something? With a frustrated sigh, she turned
Krystie barely slept at night. She turned and tossed the whole night. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed Dr. Lawrence’s cryptic warning. Lucian lay by her side, patting her back to sleep. It was at the wee hours of the morning when Krystie finally drifted off.By morning, when she woke, she had large eye bags under her eyes. Nevertheless, she had to go to work, everything had started to intrigue her more. After finishing her morning rounds, she made her way back to the IT department. Nancy was waiting for her, eyes darting nervously around the room like she was afraid of something. "Boss," she whispered, closing the door behind them. "I have found something, but we have a problem." Krystie’s stomach tightened. "What kind of problem? Did someone track you down?" "No. That's not it. Here." Nancy turned her computer screen toward her. A grainy video clip played. The hospital footage from the previous night. The hallway outside the operating rooms was dimly lit, but
Krystie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the flash drive Lucian had given her back after going through it. "I've gone through it," Lucian said as he leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. “Most of these patients were admitted for minor treatments but they all ended up in unauthorized surgeries.” Krystie scrolled through the files on her laptop, her brows furrowing. “And all of them were discharged quickly afterwards. No follow-ups and their records were erased from the system. It’s like they were never even here." Lucian nodded. “Exactly. A cold shiver ran down Krystie’s spine. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She checked the screen. A text from Nancy. Nancy: Boss, someone tried to access my system remotely. I managed to block them, but they were close. Krystie’s pulse quickened. If someone was trying to hack into Nancy’s system, it meant they suspected something. Krystie: Shut everything down for now. Stay low." She put her phone down and met Lucian’s gaze. "S
Chloe adjusted the strap of her purse as she stepped up to the main villa door. The building was high class from its appearance. It was freezing cold from the rain drizzle. She knocked twice. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Mark. He looked pale, with dark circles under his eyes, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion. "You look terrible," Chloe said bluntly. Mark smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Nice to see you too." She rolled her eyes and stepped inside. The villa was small but neat. A stack of unopened medication sat on the coffee table. Clearly, he hadn't taken any. "You didn’t tell me it was this bad. Krystie said it's just a fever," she said, crossing her arms. "It’s not." He moved toward the couch but winced as he lowered himself onto it. Chloe sighed, grabbing a chair and sitting across from him. "I came here because you clearly need someone to force you to take medication."Mark chuckled weakly. "And here I thought you just missed me."
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