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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
What is it that he has that will bring us down? Mr. Valtor said as he flipped through files in his old office with his heart rising.A knock on the door pulled him from his haste, and he stood still."Come in," he said.The door opened and a lady stepped in.....holding a different batch of files in her hands."Sir, these are the reports you requested.""Leave them on the desk," Mr. Valtor exhaled and said.Immediately after the lady left, he rushed to it and flipped through the pages with intense speed."Where is it?" he said, brushing his hair as he looked furious. After not finding anything, he groaned and pushed all the files onto the floor."What exactly was he talking about?" Mr. Valtor said as he removed his glasses, placed them on the table, and started fuming."I know what Creed is capable of," he said….…DubaiKristen slowly opened her eyes while stretching her arms across the bed. As she realized she was no longer on the couch, she sat up quickly.“How did I end up here?” sh
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., his sharp eyes scanning every word. On the other side, his mind wandered off as muted images of Kristen emerged like distant memories."I was trying to save you, you ungrateful jerk," Kristen said.Cut to another memory.....Kristen glared at him with fiery eyes, arguing as her lips trembled while she held back words she refused to utter…Max exhaled sharply and blinked back to reality. He straightened the paper in front of him but found himself reading the same line over and over again."What the hell…" He shook his head and leaned back with an annoyed sigh.He threw the pen onto the desk as he rubbed his temple. He closed his eyes for a second… and that happened to be a big mistake.Flashes
Here, put this on,” Max said after 20 minutes in the store.Kristen looked at him clearly unimpressed.Max sighed and crouched down without another word. He grabbed her ankle and tried to force her foot inside the slipper.Kristen yelped. “Hey! I can do it myself!”He ignored her and pushed her foot further in...only to realize it didn’t fit.Silence...Kristen stared at him... then at the slipper. Max exhaled sharply.“This doesn’t fit me,” Kristen muttered.Max closed his eyes for a second before standing up Kristen looked at him with amusement "You were so confident a minute ago," she teased.Max shot her a look. "Do you want shoes or not?"She sighed dramatically but followed him back inside. "Fine, but this time, let me pick."Max smirked. "As long as we don’t spend another twenty minutes deciding."Kristen rolled her eyes. "No promises."They went inside and Max brought another pair of shoes to her as she met him in the aisle.“How about this?” he said as he went down to try put
Mrs. O took a sip of her tea and sighed in contentment. “Ah, nothing like a warm meal on a chilly morning,” she said and glanced at Max.“Oii, where did you get this one…” She placed her fork down and looked directly at Kristen.“Who?” Kristen asked as she widened her eyes and glanced around..Mrs. O pointed straight at Max.Max looked up with his fork frozen mid air. “What have I done?” he asked innocently.“Where did you see him from?” she asked again, her eyes narrowing slightly.Kristen smiled slightly and was about to answer when Max cut in smoothly.“We met in a very cool place,” he said with a confident nod.Kristen turned to him with her eyes widening in shock.Mrs. O raised a brow. “Cool place?”"Yes, very cool..." Max continued and forced a casual tone."I see," Mrs. O said, leaning back. "You need to change him… he’s not strong enough," she added and stood up while holding her bowl."What did you mean by 'cool place'?" Kristen asked.. looking at Max."Well," he drawled, cle
"Yes, ma’am. I’ve been following her for the past twenty minutes now," the man said, his voice low as he sat alone in his car. From a distance, his eyes locked on Kristen’s back as she slowly dragged herself down the street…“Keep an eye on her and don’t lose sight of her,” Lena’s voice came through cold and sharp. “We end her today. No mistakes…..….……..Kristen swallowed hard as she dragged herself down the street. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, lost in shock."Yes, the Andersons killed your parents...Paloma Da Silva..."Mr. Creed’s voice echoed fiercely in her head, loud and sharp.“You filthy little girl”Wham!The memory of Mr. Valtor's slap stung her cheek.His cruel words echoed more loudly than ever: "I'll ensure your life is filled with misery. You'll never experience happiness again."Her hands clenched into fists, her heart beating fast. Tears filled her eyes as his words, the memory, and the pain returned like a storm.“They’re evil… wolves dressed like sheep for the
Pointing his torchlight around to see through the dark, the security guard moved from one office to another, making sure everything was in place. He locked the ones that needed to be locked.At the far end, he flashed the torchlight toward the lobby to see if anyone was there but no one was there. Sighing in relief, he turned to walk away. But just as he reached the hallway, he heard footsteps approaching."Hmm..." he muttered, turning quickly to the direction....but no one was there.Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.“Ahhh!” he screamed, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. The torchlight slipped from his hand and skidded across the floor.A polished shoe stopped it from sliding further.“Please… don’t hurt me,” the security guard muttered, crawling back in fear.The figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch, and pointed it directly at the guard’s face.“Please… please don’t…” the guard trembled, his eyes squeezed shut.Then.....there was a clap and the lights fli
A few days later"I’m sorry to tell you this..." he said hesitantly. "Miss Jessica Barlow didn’t make it. She died in the fire... 21 years ago," Mr. Creed added, his gaze dropping to the floor before slowly meeting Kristen’s eyes. There was so much pain in them."And... your parents died in that fire as well," he continued gently.Kristen’s knees buckled, and she fell back into the chair, her eyes wide with disbelief.His words echoed in her mind like a broken record, her heart pounding.She lifted her face slowly, staring at her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Just a single tear… then another… sliding quietly down her cheeks.Suddenly a flashback came rushing in.....“Paloma, where are you, little mama?” Mr. Sebastian’s voice called out, slightly panicked as he entered the room.He spun slowly in the center of the room, pretending not to see the little legs peeking from under the bed.“Ohhh, baby… where are you?” he said aga
“She’s stable now,” Dr. Devis said as he approached Mr. Creed.“Good,” Mr. Creed responded, his eyes still fixed on the door to Kristen’s room.Dr. Devis hesitated, then continued, “But we can’t be certain yet. What she recalled during the fire....it may have been a flashback triggered by extreme fear. Trauma can resurface buried memories, but it doesn’t always mean they’ll stay.”Mr. Creed nodded slowly, absorbing every word. “So we won’t know for sure until she wakes up… and says something about it or not?”“Exactly,” the doctor said. “Only then can we confirm if the memories are truly back, or if they were just fleeting echoes stirred by panic.”Just as Dr. Devis walked away, Mom Maria rushed to him in the hallway with panic in her eyes.….……………“Oh goodness....how is she now?” she asked breathlessly, grabbing Mr. Creed’s arm for support.“The doctor said she’s stable,” Mr. Creed replied softly, holding onto her trembling frame as she sank onto the nearby bench. “She collapsed from
“Please… someone save us,” she cried out as the burst of fire surrounded her.With trembling hands, she covered her head and slowly lay flat on the floor, her eyes blinking through tears, fixed helplessly on the flames closing in around her. ...“Miss Jessica,” Paloma called out with a playful laugh, tugging at her hand. “Can we play? Please?”Miss Jessica gave her a gentle smile but shook her head. “It’s bedtime, Paloma. Your mom will kill us if she comes back and finds you still awake.”Paloma pouted, then grinned slyly. “But how will she know… if no one tells her?” She spun around, her eyes wide with mischief. “As soon as we hear her car, I’ll run back to bed and pretend I’ve been sleeping the whole time!”Miss Jessica let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”“Oh, my.....always getting me with this look,” Miss Jessica said with a soft sigh, unable to hide her smile. “Okay, okay... we can play. But only for a few minutes, alright?”“Yay!” Paloma beamed.Jessica
Mr. Creed paced back and forth, the neurologist's words looped through his mind. "Not literally. But placing her in an environment that mimics the original setting... even the scent of smoke, certain visuals, sounds... it might help trigger something. However, I must be clear: this is not guaranteed. There's only about a 70% chance she'll recover even partial memory......and it's emotionally risky."He clenched his jaw, lost in thought.“Mr. Creed, you called for me?” Tyrese’s voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room.Mr. Creed stopped abruptly, turned slowly and locked eyes with Tyrese. He studied him in silence for a moment.“History is about to repeat itself,” he muttered under his breath.Tyrese frowned, confused yet aware of the significance of what was about to unfold.Mr. Creed turned away again, staring into nothing.“There’s going to be another FIRE,” he said quietly, but with a chilling certainty in his voice.“Another fire,” he repeated, steadying himself with a
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 stepp
"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