MasukAt the awkward silence in the room, the nurse looked around the room, finally processing the cold, stunned, and angry expressions on the faces of the three men, and her bright smile vanished instantly. Her cheeks flushed a deep, bright crimson as she went entirely sheepish, realizing her massive mistake.“Oh,” she whispered, her face flushing bright crimson as she realized her massive mistake. “You didn’t know…”Her hands shook slightly as she sheepishly dropped the flowers on the bedside table. “I am so incredibly sorry. I am so sorry.” She sheepishly pleaded as she backed towards the door. “I truly thought you had already told her the news. Please don’t have me fired.”Then quickly slipped out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click. The sound of her horrified sobs echoing as she rushed away.Hayden let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing his temple with his fingers before turning his head back to face his wife. Myla was staring at him, her face turning co
“Why do you guys look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Myla asked as they walked into her hospital room, giggling at their pale faces. “Lighten up. It was just a little fainting spell.”She was lying in the center of the adjustable bed. The harsh white sheets were pulled up to her chest, making her look small against the sterile background. Her skin was still a little bit pale, but the color was slowly returning to her cheeks. She looked much better than she had on the dark concrete tarmac of the hangar.A small, weary smile touched her lips when her men kept looking at her as if she'd shatter if any of them even spoke. “Come on, the way you guys are hovering by the door is beginning to freak me out. Seriously, I’m fine.”The relief in the room was almost thick enough to touch. Hayden and Beck rushed straight to the bedside and leaned over her, their faces drawn with deep lines of worry as their hands immediately began checking over her body. Hayden took her left hand, feeling the ste
“…and in another breaking news tonight, chaos erupted at a private hangar, which led to a victim being rushed to the ER after a stampede…”Hayden let out a slow breath, staring at the TV mounted in the waiting room. “I’m beginning to really hate galas,” he muttered, his voice rough and strained. “...and everything relating to them.”“It’s like they’re cursed for us now,” Beck added, chuckling bitterly. “Something shitty must happen after or during one.”Three pairs of eyes fixed on the screen, watching Clara, continue reporting the news.“The newly crowned woman of the year, Myla Oakley, reportedly collapsed after what witnesses described as a dangerous crowd surge involving reporters and civilians attempting to reach the couple’s helicopter.”Then, blurry footage of their security team fighting through a sea of people flashed across the screen.“We would first like to congratulate Mrs. Oakley on her well-deserved award,” Clara said sincerely. “Tonight should have been a celebration o
“What exactly did he release?” Myla asked as a luxury, armoured SUV screeched to a halt in front of them.As soon as they got in, their driver, Steve, punched the gas pedal without waiting for a command, and they surged out of the underground parking space.Flashbulbs exploded against the dark glass, and muffled, frantic questions echoed through the night air the moment the reporters outside caught a glimpse of the car, but the driver did not slow down.Myla let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the leather seat when they successfully merged into traffic. Then she turned to Beck. “Now that’s over,” she muttered. “What exactly did he give them?”Hayden nodded. “Yeah, with all the resources we have, we couldn’t get our hands on the file. How did he?”Beck shrugged, rubbing his temple tiredly. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard the news yet. I was only told that the story broke and we needed to get to the chopper as soon as possible.”Hayden leaned over, reached through the front seat,
The room erupted into thunderous applause. In the front row where he was seated, Hayden leapt to his feet, grinning widely. “Yes!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, clapping profusely. “That is my wife! That is my girl!”Everyone laughed at his antics.The announcer let out a warm laugh into the microphone. “Well, it is certainly wonderful to see such a supportive husband in the crowd. He looks more excited than the winner herself!”Myla walked to the center podium, her eyes watering as she accepted the heavy glass trophy. She adjusted the microphone, taking a deep breath as she looked out at the sea of faces.“Thank you so much,” she said, her voice steady and full of rich emotion. “The truth is, I genuinely don’t think I deserve this.” She looked at the award for a couple of seconds before continuing. “Wow, it's heavier than I imagined.”The crowd laughed. She glanced at the other nominees. “I stand here tonight deeply humbled. Incredible women are standing beside me, but you
Ten minutes later, Myla and Hayden were strapped into the leather seats of their helicopter, the massive blades whirring loudly as they lifted off the estate grounds. Beck sat in front with the pilot while two members of their primary security detail sat in the seats in front of them. As the city lights began to blur beneath them, Myla’s fingers tightened around Hayden’s hand. A thick, nervous anxiety began to flutter in her stomach.Hayden noticed instantly. He lifted her hand and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles. “Do not be anxious, baby," he said, giving her a wink. “No matter what happens on that stage tonight, even if you do not take the trophy home, you will always be our woman of the century.”Myla let out a giggle, her anxiety easing. “Oh, please,” she said, tapping his chest playfully. “Don’t be so incredibly cliched, Hayden. That is so cringe.”Hayden laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, what can I say?” He drawled, giving her a dramatic wink.







