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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
“We are sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused you, Mr. Anderson,” the man said politely as he handed the keys to Max. “We will have your car delivered back to the hotel. Please use this in the meantime.”Max took the keys with a nod. “It’s fine,” he replied smoothly before unlocking the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.Kristen rushed out from Mrs. O’s store and she hurried toward the car and instinctively opened the back door. Just as she half entered, her head still poking in, she heard Max’s voice.“Do I look like your driver?” he asked as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.Kristen froze, then quickly cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, sir.”She awkwardly stepped back, shut the back door, and hurried to the front passenger seat, sneaking inside as discreetly as possible.Max smirked slightly but said nothing as he started the engine.…...“Oh, Mr. Anderson… nice to see you again after last week’s meeting,” Mr. Creed said as he approached them in the hotel
Mr. Jonathan Reeves another of the competitor stood up and adjusted his tie and cleared his throat.“Ladies and gentlemen, our project focuses on AI driven logistics, reducing operational costs by 30% while improving efficiency. With our software already tested in several markets, we guarantee fast results and high investor returns.”The screen behind him displayed charts and successful case studies. The investors nodded in interest while some took a notes.After a short Q&A, Mr. Reeves stepped down, and the moderator spoke. “Next, we have Mr. Creed.”Creed stood up with a smirk and walked to the front. He didn’t even look at the screen as he spoke.“Unlike some companies making empty promises, we deliver real results.” He paused, letting his words sink in before tapping his tablet. The main display lit up with statistics and recent projects. “Our technology is already in use by global corporations. We don’t ‘hope’ to be successful.....we already are.”The room stayed silent as invest
UAECreed lounged in the pool, his head resting back as a woman massaged his shoulders. The warm water rippled around him, and he sighed, satisfied with his eyes closed..Then, his phone rang. Without moving much, he gestured for the woman to stop. She obeyed instantly and stepped back and excused herself quietly. Creed watched her walk away before picking up the call.A smirk played on his lips. “I told you he was going to fall for it,” he said smoothly, followed by a low chuckle.Mr. Oman’s voice came through the line. “As expected, he is slower than I thought.”Creed’s smirk widened as he leaned back against the pool’s edge. “And now, the investors are questioning his leadership. Just as planned.”“I got a call earlier from Mr. Ahmed,” Mr. Oman continued. “He said almost half of the investors are questioning the board...why was he even picked in the first place?”Creed let out a low chuckle. “Perfect. Let them doubt him. A leader who can’t control his emotions is a leader who won’t
Kristen quickly wiped her tears and stared at him as she let out a bitter laugh and shook her head."You don’t know? I thought you knew everything. You’re Mr. Perfect, the one who never makes a mistake." She scoffed. "So tell me, why did you bring me here in the first place? To torture me more? To use me as your slave?"Her eyes burned with tears as she took a shaky breath. "Yes, I know I work for you, but that doesn’t mean you own my life! You don’t get to do whatever you want with me! You don't get to talk to me anyhow"Max looked at her but didn’t stop there as her hands trembled at her side…She clenched her fists. "I get it...We come from two different worlds. You have everything handed to you on a silver platter, while people like me have to work ourselves to the bone just to survive.""I stayed even when I had to go through so much because, of course, I wouldn’t find another job that paid more than yours. Life is unfair to some people more than others. You wouldn’t understand wh
Kristen’s eyes darted to his hand, frustration bubbling inside her as the blood refused to stop.“Are you just going to stand there? You’re bleeding to death!” she snapped as she looked around in a panic for something to stop the bleeding.Max just watched her as he wore a smile without even doing anythingKristen groaned and quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around his hand. “Why do you even have to cook when you can just order for room service?”Kristen rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic!” she scolded, tightening the paper towel around his hand.Max let out an exaggerated groan. “But it does hurt! You have no idea how much pain I’m in right now,” he whined.And Kristen blew on and shot him a sharp look. “Then maybe next time, don’t go playing chef when you clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”Max smirked despite the pain. “But look at this you're finally talking to me.”Kristen huffed, letting go of his hand. “You’re impossible,” she muttered and turned away.Max gr
After the kiss, they both felt overwhelmed. Kristen looked away as she felt awkward. "I...I think we need to get going before they come after us" she said turned away to face forward and took a small step."Yeah," Max agreed.As they walked, neither of them could stop stealing glances at each other.The awkwardness between Max and Kristen lingered throughout the night as they made it back to the hotel.Kristen walked ahead as she tried to avoid his gaze, while Max trailed behind, shoving his hands into his pockets.As they stepped into the elevator, the silence was deafening. Max glanced at her with a smile but Kristen tightly fixed on the glowing numbers above as she knew he was looking at him……When the doors opened to their floor, Kristen muttered a quick, “Goodnight,” before she quickly rushed to the hotel room and slammed the door closed.Max chuckled as he exhaled sharply and rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped into the hotel room when he entered she was already curled unde
"Hello..Mr Anderson..yes Sir….your dad asked me to book you the next available flight back to Cali"Max leaned back in his chair as his jaw tightened. "He did, huh?" he muttered and tapped his fingers on the table."Yes, sir," Mr. Green confirmed. "Your father said there's no need to attend tomorrow's meeting. He believes the deal is already lost."Max let out a slow breath as his gaze darkened. "Tell him I’m not leaving. I’ll handle this my way.""But sir""That’s final," Max cut in firmly and ended the call. His eyes flickered toward the window……...UAEAre you sure about this, ma’am?” a gentleman in a black suit asked as he stared at the woman before him.She wore a striking red dress, her bobbed hair framing her face perfectly. Her red lipstick added to her allure which made her look almost like a goddess. A white pearl chain rested elegantly around her neck.“I flew all the way here not to be sure about it,” she said, leaning back in her chair.“Tomorrow, I get to show what my po
“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 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