"Sir." Dan called, walking into the spacious office hurriedly, the office was neat as usual and extremely cold as it always was. The coldness was from the man seated at the far end of the table close to the window where he could see everything going on outside.
Handsome with a pointed nose, a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward, his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him.
He had everything a woman would want but he was on a wheelchair. A condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten.
From a lively and carefree boy, he became cold and insecure cause he felt like a liability to others. But when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents, he became ruthless and that gave him the strength to take what belongs to him from the hands of his uncle.
"What do you want?" He asked without sparing the man before him a glance.
"I'm sorry for barging in the way I just did, but I need to tell you this urgently." Dan said.
"I'm all ears." He said with his eyes still fixed on his laptop.
"It's about the girl you asked me to look into, I have found her and you wouldn't believe who she turned out to be." He said in ecstasy.
"Who is she and what does she do?" He asked looking away from what seemed like an important work to him few minutes ago.
"Her name is Melissa McCarthy, does that name ring a bell?" He asked in his usual cheerful voice.
"Does this all look like a joke to you and since when did we get that close?" Alex snapped.
"I'm sorry sir."He quickly apologized.
"Mr McCarthy is a famous billionaire as well, he has fashion houses and his boutiques are in every corner of our country here, he sells trendy clothes and he's successful all on his own. I'm sure you have met him during those business parties..."
"Did you make your investigation on the father or the daughter?" He asked curtly.
"No sir."
"Miss Melissa McCarthy is his daughter and she is the girl you have been searching for."He said with confidence.
"How sure are you?"
"I'm very sure sir,we searched everywhere based on your description and to confirm that she is the same girl you have been searching for, she was at the same spot that fateful day, so I'm confident she is the one."
If Melissa was the one who saved his life back then, he was glad that she was alive and well but there was still something confusing about this and he can understand if only she explain things personally to him.
But first he had to fulfill the promise he made to himself, he had to get married to the girl who saved him, the one he had been keeping his heart for all this while.
He was alive all thanks to her and to repay her good deeds, he had to get married to her by all cost cause no other woman would ever win his heart the way she did.
"What do I do after this sir?" Dan asked snapping him from his thoughts.
"Since her father is in the same caliber as I am, send a marriage proposal to the family and choose this weekend as our wedding day."
"Sir..." Dan said cutting in.
"Do you have a problem with my orders?" He asked glaring at him.
"No sir, I just need to be sure if I heard you right." He said.
"Find a vacant court room and free time, fix our wedding then and add the venue to the proposal letter, let me know when it gets to them and what they say about it." He ordered.
"Yes sir,I will do as you have ordered." He said trying to walk away.
"One more thing."Alex said driving himself towards him.
"Do it in secret, I don't want my uncle finding out about this secret of ours else you won't live to see the next Christmas." He threatened.
"I understand.. sir."He stuttered before walking away.
Finally he got the woman he had been searching for, that is the best news he had heard since his parents death.
The door opened almost immediately revealing a man in his fifties accompanied with a young man who was almost the same age as Alex.
"The scared ant has decided to crawl out of his hidden house."Jake said with a mocking smile as he made his way towards Alex.
"Why are you both here?"He asked fisting his hands in anger.
"You shouldn't do that to your own relatives, don't forget we are the only families you have left." Jake taunted obviously trying to get him angry.
"How..how dare you call yourself family?" He asked shaking in anger.
"You should be glad I still refer to you as a family despite the pitiful condition you are in. You should be glad you have two able men like I and my father but here you are feeling so full of yourself as you have always been what a pity."
"Stop that Jake,you shouldn't upset him,you know it's bad for his health. "Simpson said walking close to the two young men slowly.
"Why are you stopping him, aren't you here to do the same?" Alex asked snapping at him.
"I have grown past that Alex, you should know that yourself and moreover, I'm glad to see that you still have the same reaction you always do since you had this accident." He said leaning close to him.
"And it annoys me to see you breathing on the surface of the earth each time you show that ugly face of yours around me." He said spitefully making Simpson smile faintly.
"There's nothing you can do about my face son and I will be breathing for as long as I want to,so get used to it." He said standing straight.
"We saw your assistant running around when he is meant to be by your side, what's the occasion?"Jake asked walking to his table.
The file Dan left with him on Melissa was still there and he didn't want anyone to see that especially the two serpents in his office.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked driving himself to the table and snapped the file out of his hand.
"What do you have in there? It looks like a top notch secret."Jake said looking interested.
"Whatever I do is none of your business."
"We are still your family young man!"
"And you are nothing but a murderer!" He snapped.
The sound of the rain against the window was steady, almost rhythmic. Emmy stood at the threshold of the living room, her heart racing as she saw Carl and his girl in an embrace. Then the memory suddenly struck her. The girl in the picture. Maddie. Emmy had seen that face before…a diary or a picture? She wasn't sure, but she knew she meant something to Carl. Was it his ex?Their bodies were too close, the kind of closeness that only familiarity could breed, and it hit Emmy harder than she ever expected. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. The girl, Maddie, was taller than Emmy, with dark hair that cascaded like a waterfall down her back, her hands resting on Carl’s shoulders as he pulled her in. From this angle, it looked innocent—like a greeting, but Emmy didn’t believe it. The hurt surged, and she turned sharply on her heel, fleeing the room before either of them could see her face.She couldn’t breathe. The air in her chest was tight, her pulse quickening with every step
Theo wasn’t supposed to be back. Not this soon, not after everything.Emmy stared at him across the coffee shop table, her fingers wrapped tightly around her warm mug, barely touching the drink. Theo’s jaw was tense, his eyes shadowed with urgency.“Your family's company is about to be hit with a lawsuit,” he said quietly. “It’s fake. Manufactured. And it’s coming from Carl’s mother.”Emmy blinked. “What? How—why?”Theo leaned closer. “I think she’s doing it to ruin the Langstons. And to get to you. Alicia, Carl's mother.”For a moment, Emmy felt like she was underwater, the air sucked from her lungs. Everything had been… quiet lately. Too quiet. After the chaos of Carl’s disappearance and return, after their tearful reunion and rekindled passion—she had foolishly let herself hope that maybe the storm had passed.Theo slid a manila folder across the table.“She’s using an offshore holding company to file it, but I traced the signatures back to one of her shell corporations. Carl doesn
The letter was unmarked, folded neatly in a plain white envelope slipped under Emmy’s door sometime during the night.She found it just before leaving for class.There was no greeting. Just one cold line written in red ink:*“End things with Carl… or he’ll pay for what he did.”*Her stomach dropped. Tucked inside was a crumpled newspaper clipping. She unfolded it with trembling fingers.*“Fatal Crash: Local Woman Dies Swerving to Avoid Child.”*Her eyes scanned the faded text. The date was over a decade old. It described a tragic accident involving a child running into the road. A woman, swerving to avoid him, had crashed head-on into a tree. Died on the scene. The boy’s identity had never been made public.Emmy’s chest tightened. What does this have to do with Carl?***That night, Emmy stormed into his apartment, the envelope in her hand. He was on the couch, half-asleep with the TV still on.She didn’t say a word at first. She simply tossed the letter onto his lap.Carl blinked, sa
The sun was beginning to dip behind the college rooftops, casting golden streaks across the quad. Emmy stood alone near the fountain, the autumn breeze tugging at her coat sleeves. It had been four days since Carl disappeared. Four days since she told him the truth about Danny. Four days of silence.She’d gone through every emotion—anger, fear, betrayal, longing—and now she was just… empty.He’d vanished the way someone disappears when everything they believe shatters. And Emmy hadn’t heard a single word from him since.Her heart twisted again.“Emmy?”She turned. Theo.He looked tired, his face softer than usual, like even he had aged over these past few days.“I thought I might find you here,” he said, stepping forward. “You okay?”She managed a half-hearted nod. “Trying to be.”Theo nodded, his hands tucked deep into his pockets. “I haven’t heard from him either,” he said after a long pause. “But I know he’s not okay.”Emmy looked at him warily. “Do you hate him?”Theo sighed. “I d
The knock on Carl’s apartment door was soft but persistent.He hadn’t left the place in days, hadn’t answered calls, hadn’t shown up to class. His world was unraveling slowly, thread by agonizing thread. The weight of everything—of Emmy, of his mother’s secrets, of the firestorm of guilt inside him—pressed against his chest like a boulder he couldn’t escape from.When the knock came again, he forced himself to move.He opened the door to find Emmy standing there.Soaked from the light drizzle outside, eyes tired but blazing with quiet purpose, her hand clutched something: a letter, aged and worn, with faded ink and a trembling weight.“I need you to read this,” she said, voice barely a whisper.Carl didn’t move.Her lip quivered slightly. “Please.”He stepped aside.She walked in, placed the letter on his kitchen counter, and waited.Carl eyed the paper like it was poison. “What is this? I know my father is not a true Langston, you don't need to come rub it in my face.”“I know that t
The silence between them was louder than any storm Emmy had ever known. The room, once warm and full of secret glances and forbidden tension, now felt like a cage—small, suffocating, and lined with walls built from half-truths and growing suspicion.Carl sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his eyes stormy and unreadable. Emmy stood a few feet away, arms wrapped around herself like a shield.She hadn't meant to come here. She’d told herself she was done—done chasing feelings that confused her, done ignoring the whispers in her head that warned her Carl carried something darker than desire. But she’d come anyway. Because despite it all, she missed him.He broke the silence first. “You shouldn’t be here.”His voice was low, sharp around the edges. It was a warning. Maybe even a plea.“I know,” she whispered. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”Carl closed his eyes, the conflict in him pulling every line of his face taut. “That’s not a good idea, Em.”“You keep saying that. A