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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
Max burst through the hospital doors, his breath was heavy as his entire body was covered in Naomi’s blood. His eyes were wide with panic as he shouted, "Doctor! Somebody help!" His voice echoed through the halls.Doctors and nurses rushed toward him, but he couldn’t wait....he carried Naomi straight inside with trembling arms. "She’s losing too much blood! Do something!" he demanded..A nurse tried to take Naomi from him, but he wouldn’t let go. His grip tightened as if he could hold onto her life himself. "Sir, please, let us handle this!" a doctor insisted.Max hesitated, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He finally laid her on the stretcher, watching as they wheeled her away. His hands, stained red, hung in the air before he clenched them into fists. His legs felt weak, his vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay standing."Please… save her," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Just then, the doors to the emergency room slammed shut in front of him, leaving him standing
The ambulance had just taken its left on the main road…and Ryan did same, still having a heavy smile on his face….As he drove, a memory flashed in his mind….how he had made this possible.''Time to make a claim'' he whispered, and with that, he walked out of sight.Ryan burst into the hospital, his voice urgent. “Where is my wife? Where is she?” He looked around frantically as he played the part of a distressed husband.A doctor stepped forward, his expression calm but skeptical. “Sir, who are you referring to?”Ryan exhaled sharply, as if barely keeping himself together. “Naomi Macy. My wife! She was brought in earlier, and I need to transfer her to a better facility immediately.”The doctor frowned. “That’s impossible. We need her family’s authorization”Ryan cut him off, pulling out his phone. “Here. Look at this!” He shoved the screen toward the doctor, displaying multiple photos of himself and Naomi together. Some were edited, others manipulated, but convincing enough.The doctor
Max stepped out of the car, his body heavy with exhaustion. His tie was loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but none of it mattered. His mind was elsewhere.As he walked toward the door, his foot hit something small. A faint glint caught his eye. He frowned and knelt down to see what it was. His fingers brushed over the dirt, and then he saw it. It was a ring and it looked familiar...His breath caught.Slowly, he picked it up, his hands trembled as he wiped off the dust. The moment his fingers closed around it, a memory crashed into him."Will you marry me again?"Kristen’s voice, her hesitant smile, the way she looked at him that night.....it all came rushing back.“Kristen…” he whispered, his eyes scanning the empty space around him. His chest tightened. He turned in circles, gripping the ring tighter.“Kristen!” he called out again. But there was no answer. Just silence.He exhaled sharply as he pressed the ring to his chest.Max rushed inside, still holding onto the ring tight
Lena stood in front of the mirror, smiling at her reflection.Her dress sparkled. Her hair was perfect. Today was her day.She touched her lips lightly, then turned to the makeup artist."Make sure everything stays flawless. I can’t have anything going wrong."She glanced at her phone...still no message from Max.But she didn’t panic. Not today.“I’m not stressing out today,” she whispered to herself.Just then, the door opened and her parents stepped in.Lena lit up. “Mom, Dad!”“Out, everyone,” she said quickly to the makeup team. “Give us a minute.”Her dad looked her up and down with a smile on his face.“Are you sure you’re the bride this time?” he teased.Lena rolled her eyes with a playful laugh. “Of course, duhhh.”They all chuckled.“I told you not to stress yourselves coming,” she added as she adjusted her veil in the mirror.“Give us a break, princess,” her dad said. “We wouldn’t miss this.....even if it was the tiniest celebration.”He leaned in and kissed her forehead gent
Max walked slowly toward the altar, his steps heavy and his face serious. He adjusted his clip as he moved, and every step was measured.Lena, who was seated on the altar side, suddenly stood up when she heard the murmurs.When she turned, she saw Max approaching, and a small grin crossed her face. I knew you were definitely going to show your face, she thought.Max reached her side, and without a moment's hesitation, Lena rushed forward and hugged him. Her hands slipped under his shirt as she clutched him tightly."I’m sorry for being late," he muttered as he gently parted her hair.Max then turned to the gathered guests and apologized.The atmosphere held its breath, Every eye watched as the tension gradually dissolved into a delicate moment of forgiveness.…....Now, everything moved along like nothing had happened.Next clipLena’s dad stood beside her, adjusting himself with a proud smile. “Shall we?” he asked softly, offering his arm.Lena, her face glowing beneath the laced vei
Mr. Green had just managed to free himself. Wasting no time, he hurried toward the reception hall.He entered the first room. It was empty.The second...no no sign of Max.He went to the last door near the end of the corridor.At first, he didn’t see anything unusual. But then, he looked again and froze.Max was lying there, motionless.“Mr. Anderson!” Mr. Green called out in shock and quickly rushed to his side with hesitation.….………….Kristen slowly entered her room, her face tight like she’d been holding everything in for far too long.The moment the door shut behind her, she slid down to the floor and burst into tears.She couldn't hold it in anymore.Tears spilled down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body. She clutched her arms around herself, trying to stay together but it was no use. Everything she had buried inside came pouring out again…She cried, cried cried and cried….Then suddenly, something hit her. She froze.Her tear filled eyes widened, and she wiped her face with trem
“Oh my, I need to make sure I look good there, at least,” Lena said, pacing back and forth in her closet. She held up an outfit in front of her, still on the hanger.“Hmm, no… this looks overdressed,” she muttered as she tossed it to the floor.“This one’s too tight.” Another outfit joined the pile.Then her eyes lit up.“Perfect. This one’s comfy... and great for the hospital. At least I’ll get a better angle if the media shows up,” she smiled, satisfied, and rushed into the washroom to change.….………..He walked into one of the hospital’s private rooms reserved for family. He quietly shut the door behind him.His shoulders sagged as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him.With trembling hands, he removed his glasses and set them on the side table.His eyes, heavy and clouded with thoughts, stared into nothing.He took slow steps toward the chair in the corner and sank into it, exhaling deeply as his body finally gave in.He leaned back as he rested his head against th
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 ag
“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 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