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My heart was pounding like crazy; everything felt like it was moving way too fast. Just earlier today, I got the news that Maximus Ferrero was looking for a nanny for my twinkle, then came the interview, and now here I was—about to face the final step that could change everything. Through the car window, I handed my identification to the security guard at Hillcrest Estate’s imposing gates, where Maximus Ferrero lived with his child. My hands trembled slightly as I waited. A sleek black Audi idled on the opposite side of the gate, poised to leave the estate. “Wait—that’s Sir Max’s vehicle!” the driver beside me commented. I turned to where the guard was pointing. The tinted windows of the Audi beside us were too dark to see who was inside. “The office assured me he’d wait for my arrival,” I said, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Perhaps he’s still inside the house?” “Could be!” The driver sounded hopeful. After scanning my identification, the guard handed it bac
The lady from the estate could only shake her head in disbelief after hearing what had happened to me. “Why did you trust the scammers so easily?” she asked quietly. Then she requested a pen and paper from one of the staff and scribbled something down. “This is all the help I can give. They’ll definitely run a background check.” I looked at what she’d written—an address. It was the office of the Ferreros. “Everyone working inside the estate undergoes a strict employment screening,” she explained. “I’ll inform Assistant Fred that I was the one who referred you, but the rest is up to you. How you start, how you stay—that’s on you.” The cashier chimed in, “Fair warning—President Ferrero’s daughter is just as moody as he is. That’s why no nanny lasts more than a few weeks.” The mention of a child hit me hard. I couldn’t help but think of the baby I gave birth to, and the familiar ache pulled at my heart with overwhelming force. I was already here in Bryston, having sacrificed everyt
Elle “That’s the home where the baby you carried is living now,” Sam said quietly. He’s twenty years old—the nephew of Cassian Doyle, the organization’s leader, whom I hadn’t yet encountered. Sam and I became real friends through online gaming, even though I started hanging out with him mainly to earn his trust. Deep down, I just wanted to find out what happened to the baby I’d carried as a surrogate—my twinkle. The uncertainty weighed on me for years. I’d heard some of the babies placed through the organization weren’t doing so well with their adoptive families, and honestly, that really broke my heart. That’s why I refused to support the organization—I couldn’t imagine agreeing so easily to be a surrogate. Just the thought of handing over a child I carried felt unbearable. Thankfully, I discovered that the biological parent was taking good care of the baby. I pulled a photo from the envelope Sam handed me, along with the rest of the details. The father’s expression was stern
Kyros “I can’t take this anymore, Kyros!” Elle’s voice trembled with barely contained fury. “I’m not accepting another job from those people!” I could feel the anger bubbling just under the surface of her voice, ready to explode. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to find the right words—but what else was there to say? I’d already told her everything I could. Everything that made sense, at least. I looked at the woman who’s been by my side for five years. No, even longer. She’s been with me since she was seventeen. And I knew that look in her eyes. The questions were still there, unspoken but loud. And me? I kept dodging them with story after story, piling on lie after lie, to keep things from falling apart. But all of this—everything—was because I wanted to be with her. Why couldn’t she understand that my actions were all motivated by my need to be with her? Before I could open my mouth, she continued, “I don’t understand how you can stomach what those people are doing! An
I was never a patient of Gazelle’s mother, which made finding my name in her files deeply puzzling. When I opened the folder, its contents left me stunned—letters, dozens of them, all from my mother. Why did Gazelle have them? Why hadn’t Dr. Sinclair, Gazelle’s mother, ever given them to me? Or... perhaps she had tried? I immediately called Dr. Castillo, who had worked alongside Dr. Sinclair during that difficult period of my life. When I explained my discovery, he sounded equally surprised that Gazelle possessed the letters. “Dr. Sinclair did give them to you, Max,” he said gently, referring to my mother-in-law. “But because what you went through was so traumatic, and you were so young at the time, she chose to hold onto them until you were ready to handle it. You were just a kid back then, Max.” I exhaled slowly, trying to process it all. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Uncle?” “I didn’t think you were ready either,” he said gently. “You couldn’t even bring yourself to
Dante must’ve had a reason for sharing his suspicions with me. I glanced his way, curiosity sparking in my chest. “What do you mean by that? Wasn’t it your assistant here at the hospital who told you Kyros had died?” I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice. “Yes. Dr. Smith from Gazelle’s department also gave her the same information on the day Kyros was brought to the hospital. But the thing is...” He hesitated, his brows furrowed in confusion, before continuing. “When Tessa Matthews brought your brother in, Kyros had severe bruises on his face. The emergency team couldn’t even recognize him—they were too focused on saving his life. Tessa Matthews explained that they had been in an accident, then notified the staff and confirmed his identity as Kyros…” I went quiet, thinking hard. This wasn’t something I could simply dismiss. “My stepmother would’ve noticed if that person wasn’t Kyros. Did you check the hospital records?” “I did. The blood type and some of Kyros’ physical des
Completely hopeless—paralyzed, I’m unable to do anything to find the woman so desperately needed. Twenty-four hours had passed since Gazelle’s disappearance. There were moments when it felt like the darkness itself was trying to consume me. My mother haunted me like a ghost, never leaving, always hovering at the edge of my thoughts. Her voice shifted tones, accusing me of becoming just like my father. Countless times, I found myself blind to everything except the melody of my mother’s lullaby playing in my mind. But every time she tried to drag me into her twisted world, I would see Gazelle’s face, along with our unborn child. I needed to clear my head. I had to be ready, just in case Gazelle came back. I wanted to give her everything she deserves. I want to hold her. I want to be there when our baby is born. But I left my wife when she needed me the most, and that only made the guilt heavier. Blaming myself was the only thing that made sense. I could’ve handled everything so
Maximus Pain… That was the first thing I registered when I opened my eyes. The stark white ceiling slowly came into focus. Then a sharp, throbbing ache radiated through my legs. Ivan was lying next to me, eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A machine beeped steadily somewhere nearby, tracking every little sign that we were still hanging on. Damn it! The memory came rushing back—clear and brutal. Ivan and I had just made it out of the warehouse seconds before it exploded. I remembered the deafening roar, the heat, and then the pain as a chunk of concrete slammed into my leg. Both legs ached, but the left one felt like it had been hit by a truck. A thick bandage—possibly a cast—was wrapped around it, while the other had only a thin strip of gauze. Then I remembered Emma. She had been dragging Gazelle toward the other exit. The scene faded into chaos; thick smoke and falling debris swallowed that part of the warehouse. Did they make it out? The question gn
Lucas and his team jolted at the sound of several explosions echoing from the upper part of the hill. His instincts screamed at him to run toward the chaos, to help his friends. But Maximus had given him strict orders: watch for any vehicles trying to escape. Victor was too calculating not to have an escape plan. They had already sealed off the roads heading both north and south. But then Emma’s vehicle came into view, and that’s when the woman made a terrible mistake. He and his team were caught completely unprepared. “Damn it! Fuck!” Lucas roared, fists clenched as he watched the vehicle plunge over the cliff and disappear into the churning water. In those terrifying seconds before it turned, he caught a clear glimpse of the passengers—Emma and Gazelle—both struggling as the car tumbled down the steep slope. Motorcycles and a four-wheeled vehicle screeched to a stop on the road, their riders jumping off and staring at the chaos before them. “What happened to Maximus and Ivan?