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“The number you’re calling cannot be reached at this moment. Please call back later,” the phone said as the nurse dialed the number.She frowned and tried again.“The number you’re calling is currently switched off.”Letting out a soft sigh, the nurse glanced at the paper again. Then she stood up, looked around the hallway, and scanned the area, hoping to spot the man who had given her the number.Holding the paper tightly, she stepped away from the desk, calling out gently while checking each direction, “Sir? Hello? Are you still here?”But there was no sign of him.….……………………..“So happy you decided to come see your aunt after so long,” a chubby Italian-looking woman said as she placed a cup of tea on the table.Kristen nodded, feeling grateful that the woman had accepted her into her home. She glanced down at her phone, still trying to turn it on.The woman noticed and sat beside her.“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to charge it once the power is back,” she said kindly, settling into h
The doctor and Mr. Green rushed into the room. Without wasting a second, the doctor moved straight to Max’s side and grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse.“His pulse is dropping,” the doctor muttered, his brows furrowing deeply as he pulled out a stethoscope and leaned over Max’s chest.“Get the crash cart in here, now!” he barked toward the hallway.Mr. Green stood stiffly beside him, eyes fixed on the monitor as the beeping grew more erratic.“Mr. Anderson, stay with us,” the doctor said firmly as he began chest compression. “We’re not losing him today.”Nurses burst in with equipment, and the room turned chaotic....hands were moving quickly, voices rising with urgency as they battled to keep him alive…The room was in chaos.“Clear!” the doctor shouted.A loud zap followed as the defibrillator pads pressed against Max’s chest, his body jolting on the bed. The monitor flatlined again.“Charging......300 joules! Clear!”Another shock.Kristen crouched near the corner just outside Ma
“What do you mean he left his hospital bed? That boy will ruin everything!”He hangs up and throws his phone down in frustration.“First, the scandal with the swap, blah blah, blah.... now this. He better not drag our name any lower ”‘‘Julia, Juliaaaa!!!’’….…………………Max dragged himself out of the hospital building, one hand still clutching his side, the other waving weakly at passing cars.His breath was uneven. His body is still weak.But his eyes… they were burning with one thing.A taxi slowed down.Max stumbled forward and pulled the door open.“Where to, sir?” the driver asked, glancing at Max through the mirror.“Just drive… I’ll tell you where,” he muttered as he leaned back into the seat, fighting the dizziness.From behind him“MR. ANDERSON!” Mr. Green rushed out, eyes widening as he saw Max enter the taxi. “Wait!”But it was too late. The taxi took off.Without thinking, Mr. Green ran to his car, started the engine, and drove after them.Max arrived at the hotel....the same
It was early morning, around 4:30 a.m. The room was quiet, the soft hum of machines was the only sound you could hear.The door opened gently, and Mr. Green stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. His eyes looked tired, heavy, as he walked slowly to the side of Max’s hospital bed.Max was asleep, his breathing steady, unaware of his present.Mr. Green stood there for a long moment as he just watched him.He finally spoke with a low and trembling voice. “You grew up right in front of me… stubborn, reckless, but with a good heart.”He paused and swallowed hard.“I failed you. I should’ve known that day… should’ve protected you better.”His eyes welled but he blinked quickly.“I’ve been asked to step away. I won’t be here when you wake up.”He looked at Max one last time.“Stay strong, kid… Don’t let this world eat you up”''I hope to see you in one piece when I return,'' he said and quickly wiped a falling tear.With a slow breath, he bowed down to give his final respect.
"Mr. Anderson, why are we here at your father's..." the man asked as he got down from the front seat, opening the back door.Some guards rushed over, pulled a wheelchair from the boot and tried to help him sit in it."I..." The man reached out to hold the wheels, ready to assist, but Max gestured for him to stop.He drove the chair himself, wheeling away without a word.The man followed closely behind.Max rolled himself into the house and the door shut behind him. Mrs. Julia turned the corner and froze the moment she saw him.“Max…” she said, stunned. “What on earth… what are you doing here… like this?”Max didn’t answer. He kept rolling forward.She walked up to him, still in shock, her voice rising a bit, “You left the hospital? Without telling anyone? Do you know how serious your condition still is?”He glanced at her but didn’t stop. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not fine, Max… why would you do this? Does your father even know you’re here?”“He does,” Max said, slightly glancing back at
"Gracious Lord… that's so insane," Max muttered as he looked annoyed.”She's one of the people I sacked out of here, the woman grinned.Max’s jaw tightened. He took a slow breath and looked at her.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I guess I’ll be taking my leave since she's not here”He turned and strode off, his hand still clenched tightly at his side.“Oh, Mr. Anderson, why don't you wait?” the woman said as she rushed after him.Max said nothing, his steps steady as he walked toward his parked car.“She still has her things here though... I can get you her new address, anytime she comes here...” the woman offered, her voice trailing off with a fake sweetness.Max paused…….………Kristen’s head appeared from the hill street, her hands buried deep in her coat pockets as she strode forward. Her steps slowed the moment her eyes caught sight of Max and the woman standing outside the building.Her heart skipped as her eyes were widely opened...with these words echoing sharply in her mind....
“Kristen!” Max called out as he leaned his head out the car window.He saw her walking away… slipping further into the crowd.“What are you doing?” Lena said quickly, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaning out too far.Just then, the traffic light turned green. Engines around them roared, ready to move.“Max, stop it!” Lena shouted, panic rising in her voice.“Kristennn!” Max called again. He pulled his head back in and reached for the car door, about to open it.The car jerked forward slightly with the movement of traffic, but he didn’t care.“What are you doing, Max?!” Lena cried, still clinging to his arm.Before anyone could stop him, Max was already out of the car, rushing to cross the road.He ran straight into moving traffic, weaving through cars. Horns blared, but he didn’t stop. He managed to make it across.Lena’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. “Max!” she cried. Without thinking, she flung the door open and got down too.As she hurried across, the sudden roar of a m
Kristen walked into the building with a hopeful heart. It wasn’t a grand place.......nothing luxurious.....but it was hers. A fresh start. A chance to prove herself.She smiled politely at the front desk and introduced herself, holding her appointment letter carefully. “I’m Kristen Rose. I was told to report for my trial this morning.”The receptionist checked the list, paused… then looked up.“Wait here, please.”Kristen waited, watching people walk by with files in hand and purpose in their steps. She imagined herself being part of them.Minutes passed. Then the HR manager walked out.“Miss Rose, may I speak with you privately?”Kristen followed unsure of what she might say. The door shut behind them.“I’ll be direct with you,” the woman began. “We’ve received an urgent message from one of our board members. He’s advised that your appointment be withdrawn with immediate effect.”Kristen blinked. “What? Why?”“I wasn’t given details, only that your presence here could compromise cer
"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
"Hahaha, come in," Mr. Morgan said, laughing warmly as he led a group of men inside.....all dressed sharply, clearly important like himself.As they walked in, two security personnel stood at the entrance, checking every guest.“Good evening, ma'am. May I have your name and invitation card?” one of them asked politely.“Kristen Roses,” she replied softly, handing over her card.The guard looked at it, nodded, and handed it back.“Welcome to Mr. Morgan’s 67th birthday celebration, ma'am.”Kristen nodded with a small smile, hiding the nervous flutter in her chest.“Shall we?” another guard said, stepping aside to let her through.Taking a deep breath, Kristen stepped inside the venue.She tried not to stare too much, keeping her head low as she made her way through the crowd.Inside, the ballroom is filled with elegantly dressed guests, all chatting and laughing as soft music plays in the background. Crystal lights sparkle from the ceiling.Kristen walks in, forcing polite smiles and nod