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"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
The meeting room buzzed with conversation as the board members settled in.Mr. Creed sat at the table with a smirk playing on his lips.“Do we even need to hear anyone else’s deal now?” Mr Ahmed said from the head of the table and shuffled slightly in his seat. He gave Mr. Creed a knowing look.Mr. Charles, one of the board members, laughed at the joke. “Hahaha… Well, it’s only fair that our investors make their final decision based on today’s presentations,” he added with a smirk.Creed leaned back in his chair, still confident he was taking it home. “Of course,” he said smoothly.As the discussion continued, the doors swung open, and the investors began entering the room one by one.The atmosphere shifted as each of them took their seats. Creed sat back confidently, exchanging a subtle glance with Ahmed, who gave him a reassuring nod. Everything was going according to plan.With everyone settled, the presentations began.One by one, each investor took turns discussing their final sta
Max barely had time to think when the hotel door opened. The moment he saw Kristen, he rushed in and pulled her into a tight hug."Thank you... Thank you," he murmured, his voice full of emotion before finally pulling away.He reached out into his pocket and brought out a single flower. "A flower for the most special person," he said with a small smile.Kristen took it slowly, excitement flickering in her eyes, though she felt a little awkward. "I... I made something for you," she said and stepped aside to reveal a small table set with food.Max walked over, his gaze falling on two cakes. One read, Congrats on your new deal! The other, in bold letters, read, Who gives a f** about that deal anyway?*Kristen's eyes widened as she quickly tried to hide the second cake, but Max burst into laughter."I love this," he said and took a seat."Where should we dig in first?" he asked, picking up a fork. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "Super hungry here!" before laughing again.….…….Mr
“Yes,” she whispered. Max blinked, stunned. “Wait… really?” He let out a short, breathless laugh. “I thought you were going to say no after everything I put you through.” He said stood up and wrapped around her, pulled her close. Kristen shook her head. “I would have… if you’d asked me a week ago.” She searched his face. “I’m the luckiest man on earth today.” Max said..“Thank you… Thank you.” He gazed at her, memorising every detail before slowly leaning in. Their lips met, soft at first, then it deepened as the world around them faded away. The waves crashed gently in the background, the cool ocean breeze mixed with the warmth of their bodies. Max’s hands traced the curve of her back and pulled her closer, as if afraid to ever let go. “Kristen…” he murmured, pressing kisses along her jaw. She shivered as her fingers threaded through his hair. Every touch, every breath was electric. Without a word, Max scooped her up effortlessly and carried her toward a hidden spot on the bea
The morning felt like a dream, as if the warmth of the sun and the gentle rustle of the leaves were all just a delicate illusion. The world outside seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if the magic of the night before would spill over into the day.Kristen stirred, a small smile curling on her lips as she nuzzled against what she thought was Max’s chest. But as her eyes slowly fluttered open, the warmth she expected wasn’t there.Her smile faltered. The space beside her was empty.She carefully sat upright, her gaze sweeping the room.....until it landed on a bouquet of red roses resting on the small table by Max’s side of the bed.She reached for them and inhaled their delicate scent, her heart swelling with warmth.As she cuddled the flowers and smelled them, a sharp knock on the door made her head immediately snap up.The knock came again, pulling her fully into realization that someone was at the door."Coming," she said, slowly placing the flowers down. She straightened
Mr. Creed stood in front of the screen, watching the headlines flash across it...all covering the same scandal. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took in the chaos unfolding.Behind him, Tyrese watched in silence as Creed rejoiced."Let’s see how you get out of this, Anderson, Nobody will even talk about your victory", Creed murmured, his eyes gleaming with victory.….……A few hours ago after Max had landed before Mr Green even went for Kristen.The moment the car pulled up to Max’s estate, Mr. Valtor swung the door open and stormed out... his steps heavy with fury. His wife, Julia, rushed after him, calling his name, but he didn’t stop. He was a man on a mission and that mission was to tear into his son for the disgrace he had just witnessed.The grand doors of the mansion opened and there stood Max.But before he could utter a wordBam!A sharp blow landed across his jaw.Max’s head jerked to the side but he didn’t retaliate. He didn’t even flinch as his father grabbed him
The studio lights blazed which casting a crisp glow against the pristine white backdrop. Photographers and assistants moved swiftly, adjusting cameras and perfecting the lighting.Lena was in her element. She posed effortlessly, her radiant smile never faltering. She twirled, laughed and reached for Max’s hand at every opportunity, ensuring the cameras captured them as the picture perfect couple.Max, on the other hand, stood stiffly beside her. His jaw was tight, his hands in his pockets between shots. When the photographer told them to get closer, Lena eagerly wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder."Smile, Max," she whispered sweetly, tilting her head up at him.He forced a small smirk, but his eyes were cold and empty.The cameras clicked."Perfect!" the photographer called out. "You two look amazing together!"Lena giggled and adjusted her dress before leaning into Max again. "I told you this would be fun!" she said, running a hand down his chest.Max
Lena stepped into her room, closing the door behind her with a satisfied smile. She tossed her bag onto the bed and let out a small laugh as she felt victorious.“Finally,” she whispered to herself. Everything was going exactly how she wanted.She glanced outside...'' Let's see how you get out of there, no one is coming to save you this time''….…….“Do you know what you’re asking for, Ma’am? Your friend should be in jail by now.”The police officer leaned over the counter with a stern expression as he said...Noami clenched her fists, frustration bubbling inside her. “She did nothing wrong! She’s innocent, please trust me!”The officer scoffed. “Do you think this is how it works? If everyone came here crying, should we let all the criminals go?”Noami’s eyes filled with tears as she begged. “Please, just let me see her for a few minutes.”The officer narrowed his eyes. “If you’re not careful, you’ll end up in a cell next to her. Now leave before I close my eyes and open them again.”No
“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
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 fo
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 ph
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