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Max gently laid her on the bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Mrs. Sophia rushed into the room as she quickly fixed her robe.“What happened to her?” she asked with a trembling voice.“She fainted,” Max replied curtly as he adjusted the pillows beneath Kristen’s head.“Oh, my goodness, poor thing,” Mrs. Sophia said, moving closer to the bed. She placed a hand on Kristen’s forehead and gasped. “Gracious Lord, she has a fever!” she exclaimed. “I need to bring something to lower her temperature.” Without waiting, she hurried out of the room.Unnoticed, Lena stood just outside the door, peeking in. When she saw Mrs. Sophia coming, she quickly stepped back to avoid being caught. Once the coast was clear, she moved to stand in front of the door, glaring furiously at the scene inside. Her eyes darted between Kristen lying on the bed and Max standing beside her.She clenched her fists as she glared at them furiously.Lena stormed into the room and marched straight to Max,
Max returned home late looking exhausted. As he headed to his library, he paused at Kristen's door. After a brief hesitation, he slowly turned the handle and pushed the creaky door open.Kristen lay still on the bed, her face slightly pale. Max walked in quietly, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face. He sat beside her and observed her face. After a while, he gently placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, his brows knitting with concern.He moved his hand in front of her nose to feel her breath. When he wasn’t sure, he leaned closer and rested his head lightly on her chest to listen for a heartbeat.Suddenly, Kristen’s eyes fluttered open without him noticing. She blinked as if waking from a long dream. Seeing Max’s head near her chest and his hand still resting there, her confusion quickly turned to panic..“What are you trying to do, you killer!” she gasped, her voice shaking with anger and fear.With a burst of strength, she shoved his hand away and sat up, her bac
“At least say something,” Kristen said as she dragged herself to follow him.“Miss Kristen, I was instructed to ensure you boarded this flight. All your questions will be answered once you arrive,” Mr. Green said, finally stopping near the check-in counters and turning to face her.Kristen’s heart raced as she searched his face for any hint of explanation but found none. Reluctantly, she glanced at the bustling airport around her and muttered under her breath, “Is Mr. Anderson behind this? Has he finally decided to throw me somewhere far away from this world?”Mr. Green gave her a reassuring nod. “Have a safe flight, Miss Kristen. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a slight bow.Kristen mirrored his gesture, bowing lightly. She watched him step aside, his sharp eyes now fixed on her, as if ensuring she wouldn’t make a run for it.The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, and Mr. Green subtly signaled her to proceed. Kristen sighed, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to walk t
SpainLena posed confidently as the photographer clicked the photos, capturing her with the brand's latest products. She held the items delicately, wearing her signature smile, as she knew exactly how to pose for the camera.“That’s a wrap!” the director called out as he clapped his hands.Lena smiled brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the crew began packing up. Her assistant hurried over, holding out her ringing phone.She glanced at the screen, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not now,” before grabbing the phone. Without another word, she strutted off toward the washroom...Once inside, Lena quickly checked over her shoulder to ensure no one had followed her. She closed the door.. locked it, and turned the tap on, letting the water run. Holding her phone with both hands, she leaned in close, her face just inches from the screen as she dialled a number.“I told you not to call me,” she snapped.A man’s voice responded on the other end, too muffled to make out clearly.“Do
He clutched his stomach, doubling over in agony as he stumbled forward. His breaths came in short gasps as he pushed the door open.Still hunched over, he fumbled to lock the door behind him before dragging himself further inside. He stumbled toward the bed with visible effort and let himself fall heavily onto it. His body sank into the mattress as he clutched his wrists.He used his free hand to pull off the mask from his face, revealing his swollen features and a trail of blood slipping down his cheek. His teeth clenched as a sharp hiss escaped, anger simmering beneath the pain.Grabbing at his shirt, he yanked it off, exposing bruises and marks scattered across his skin. Each movement made breathing harder, his chest heaving unevenly.Without wasting a second, he stumbled into the washroom and turned the faucet on. The cool water mixed with the blood on his face, trickling down in streaks as he splashed it repeatedly over his skin.He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His chee
Mr Green stood confidently at the front of the room, a pointer in his hand, as he tapped the screen displaying a series of flowcharts and diagrams.“And here is the plan...” he said, slightly smiling as he took charge.He paused dramatically, scanning the room as if daring anyone to interrupt.“If the first plan doesn’t go as expected, we’ll be forced to move to the second... or even the third.”He clicked the remote, and the screen shifted to a more complex set of projections. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the projector, and all eyes were on the screen.“Our success depends on precision. Any mistakes will cost us more than just time,” he added, shifting his gaze toward everyone.One of the employees hesitated before raising their hand slightly.“Sir, don’t you think Plan C might..”“Plan C is the last resort. We focus on Plan A and execute it perfectly. Understood?” Mr. Green interrupted curtly.The employee quickly nodded, sinking back into their seat.“Good. Then I
California“I didn’t spare whoever it was, ma’am. I showed where the power lies, and you don’t....” Mrs Sophia said on the phone as she continued to rant.“Hello… hello… hello… Mrs. Lena? Hello? Oh, I guess the network in Spain is that bad,” Mrs Sophia said as she hung up the call. She placed the phone back in its book. She had a bruise on her forehead and, right after the call, went to continue doing the laundry........SpainLena’s heart pounded as she held the phone in her hands, her eyes wide open.“How did this even happen? Where is Kristen? Did Max get rid of her after I left?” she said as she wondered.She sank back into the plush hotel couch, still holding onto her phone tightly. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through her messages.“I hope Max has finally done what he’s supposed to do. Sent her far away from us........What if she tells him everything…” Lena muttered as her mood suddenly changed for the worse.Quickly, she tapped on her phone and began dialling Max’s number
He banged the door shut and within a second, he returned with a towel. Without even looking at her, he threw it at her and muttered, “Dry yourself off before you catch a cold.”Kristen caught the towel but glared at him. “You’re calling me reckless? You were the one acting like you had a death wish! I thought you were drowning, you ungrateful jerk!” she snapped.Max stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “I don’t need you to save me,” he said coldly.“Well, maybe I don’t need you either,” Kristen retorted. “You should have left me to die there since that’s what you want for me.”Max shook his head. “I won’t leave you to have a peaceful death either. I’ll make sure you have a slow, painful one when I discover your true self.”Their eyes met, both breathing hard. Max’s jaw tightened before he turned away abruptly. “Next time, mind your own damn business,” he muttered, walking inside with a dripping wet body.He stormed into the washroom, quickly showered, and dried himself off. R
Kristen walked briskly through the office hallway, a file clutched tightly in her hands. She was headed toward the conference room when the sound of shoes approaching caught her attention.Mr. Creed had just walked in, a security guard following a few paces behind. His usual sharp stride slowed the moment his eyes landed on her.Kristen paused, unsure why he was staring.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted politely, offering a small smile.But Mr. Creed didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered, heavy and distant, as though he were staring through her.“My sweet Amara…” he muttered under his breath, the name spilling out before he could stop it.Kristen blinked, confused.“Sir?” she asked gently.Before either of them could react further, Mr. Mondragon got closed and without warning...wrapped Kristen in a hug from the side with caught her off guard.“Hello! What’s going on?” she asked, half-laughing, half-bewildered.Creed’s eyes snapped back into focus. He cleared his throat and step
"Sir... we were so sure about it. We saw her leaving the house," one of the men stammered, his voice shaky with fear.Mr. Creed slowly turned to face them. His eyes, dark with rage, locked onto the man like a predator. The way he stared made the room feel colder...like all the warmth had been sucked out."You saw her leave?" he repeated, his voice low and deadly. His gaze blazed with fury, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then, without warning, he grabbed the man by the shoulder."You said you saw her?" he barked, his voice shaking with suppressed wrath. His hand trembled with anger.The man flinched, trying to keep his voice steady. "Y...yes, sir... I did," he choked out, his neck reddening under Creed’s grip.He was about to speak again when Creed suddenly shoved him to the ground.Without hesitation, Creed snatched the gun from Tyresse’s side and, in one swift move, fired at the two men.Bang. Bang."Fools," he muttered coldly, eyes unblinking as he stared at their lifeless bo
“Congratulations to you too, Creed,” Sebastian said with a calm smile as he extended his hand. “You fought a good game.”Creed gripped his hand firmly, eyes steady. “Haha… There won’t be a next time for you to win anything,” he replied with a sarcastic edge.Sebastian’s smile faltered just a bit. “Excuse me? I didn’t quite catch the joke...I'm a bit slow sometimes”“Oh,” Creed said with a cold chuckle. “Maybe because it was a thin one. Never mind.”He gave a slight bow. “I wish you all the best.”“Mr. Sebastian, please....the President wants to see you,” a guard said as he approached quickly.Sebastian gave a short nod, then turned to Creed.“I’ll take my leave now, Mr. Creed. See you again sometime,” he said, then walked away without waiting for a reply.Creed’s eyes followed him, a cold storm brewing behind them.“There won’t be any next time,” he muttered under his breath. “I’ll take back my Amara… and everything I deserve from you. If I can’t have peace, neither will you”As he wa
Creed stayed in town for months, desperately searching for Amara, but the more he tried, the clearer it became they were gone.As if the earth itself had swallowed them whole.Every trail went dead. Every face he asked shook their heads.Amara... his sweet Amara... was nowhere to be found.With no leads left, he returned to the US, where his life was slowly rebuilding. But no matter how much success he found, the memory of Amara haunted him.He had lost her, but the promise to find her again no matter what never left his heart.….…………………………………."Mr. Creed, please, go have a seat," the man said politely, directing him toward the high table.Creed nodded stiffly as he made his way up there."Good evening," he muttered to the other powerful figures already seated.As they sat down, his eyes wandered restlessly across the room and then they landed on someone.Slowly, almost involuntarily, Creed rose to his feet, his chair crashing against the marble floor with a loud scrape.She walked in
Tyrese cleared his throat as he steadied himself."Yes, Mr. Creed. Based on what we found... there's about a 70% chance that Kristen is the late Sebastian William Da Silvia’s daughter," he said carefully. "The very one you've been searching for all your life."Mr. Creed froze, the words slamming into him like a freight train."Bomboclaat... Blood clot..." he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with shock. He sank heavily into his chair, the glass of whiskey nearly slipping from his hand.Tyrese watched him cautiously before adding, "Paloma Da Silvia... That would be her full name if the connection is true."The room fell into a heavy, eerie silence.Mr. Creed leaned forward, rubbing his hands over his face, breathing hard."So that’s my sweet Amara’s daughter..." he whispered, his eyes widening, almost filling with tears."How did I not see this..." he muttered, shaking his head slowly. "She looks exactly like my sweet Amara..."….………FLASHBACK – 35 Years Ago"Donavan, wait for
Pilates StudioThe calming music played softly as Mrs. Julia moved gracefully through her stretches.Lena, on the mat beside her, kept sneaking little glances at her, making sure her form was perfect."You’re doing very well," Mrs. Julia said kindly…..gently.Lena flashed a bright smile as she sat up straighter. "Thank you! I just want to make sure I keep up with everything... you know, stay fit, stay ready for any event. Being an influencer and all." She let out a soft laugh, her tone overly sweet.Mrs. Julia simply nodded, maintaining her poise. "It’s good to take care of oneself. A healthy mind and body are important."Lena beamed wider, taking it as a compliment even though Mrs. Julia had stayed neutral. "Of course! I mean, now that Max and I are married, I want to be the perfect wife. I know expectations are... high."Mrs. Julia gave a soft smile. "Max will appreciate your efforts," she said, keeping her words polite but distant.After they finished, Lena quickly pulled out her p
Knock. There was a single knock on the door.After a few seconds, Mom Maria dragged her chubby legs across the floor, grumbling quietly as she reached for the handle. When she opened the door, her eyes immediately caught the figure of a well-dressed man standing there, smiling a little too warmly.Mom Maria frowned slightly, looking at him from the corner of her eyes.....something about the way he smiled made her feel uneasy."Do I know you, sir?" she muttered, her voice unsure as she studied his face.The man chuckled softly, clearing his throat as if trying to ease her suspicion. "Oh... not exactly, ma'am," he said. "I'm Kristen's boss, Donavan Creed."Mom Maria’s face shifted instantly. She tapped her forehead, embarrassed. "Oh, what a shame on me," she muttered. "Forgive me, Sir... You're the one who gave my sweet girl a job."She stepped back, opening the door wider with a welcoming smile. "Please, please.....come in."Mr. Creed entered, his smile still fixed in place."Pleas
"Maxxxxxx," Lena called out, rushing to his side."What are you doing here?" she muttered, following his gaze. She grabbed his arm gently. "Let's go back inside," she said, trying to pull him with her.Max pulled away from her sharply. "Let's go home," he muttered coldly, already walking toward the car."But... the party isn’t over yet!" Lena called after him, hurrying to catch up. But Max didn’t look back or say a word.….………….Kristen burst into her room and dropped to the floor. She cried....the kind of cry that shook her whole chest. Max’s words echoed in her mind, cutting deeper than she could bear.Her breathing hitched as flashes of the Sugar Baby man echoed in her head. "Do you know how much I paid?" Her whole body shuddered."Stop... stop," she whispered to herself, covering her ears. But the memories wouldn’t stop. They just grew louder."What happened to me?" she cried out. Suddenly, she stood up and rushed into the washroom. She twisted the tap all the way on.Cold w
"Let's see how you free yourself from this one," Lena muttered to herself as she slowly walked to a seat, her gaze still fixed on the man."Can't say no to the finest wine," the sugar baby man said, taking a glass from the waitress' tray. He sipped it and swaggered forward.….."Ah, I thought you weren't going to come," a man called out as he stopped in front of him."Haha, you know I never miss any party, Mark... late but never miss," Sugar Baby responded with a chuckle.The man laughed in response and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning to exchange a few words with a nearby guest.....Kristen nodded her head as she took a step forward after speaking with one of the men.Without knowing, Sugar Baby and her bumped into each other."So sorry, Sir," Kristen said, turning to face him."No problem," Sugar Baby said, turning equally.Kristen stared at him for a brief second, her eyes slightly blinking."My sweet Sugar baby," the man muttered with surprise as he looked a