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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 He’s advised that your appointment be withdrawn with immediate effect.”Kristen blinked.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
A couple of days later…Lena spotted Max stepping out of the house. “Max,” she called sweetly as she rushed towards him.She reached up to adjust the collar of his shirt. “Where are you going?” she asked with a forced smile.Max gently removed her hands without saying a word. He turned and walked past her without even glancing back.Lena stood still, watching him go, but a small smile tugged at her lips. She pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message:You know what to do. Make sure everything goes as planned. Ruin everything and I’ll have your head.She pressed send and smirked. “What’s coming next…” she muttered under her breath, “he won’t recover from.”With that, she turned and walked away.Just as Max reached for his car door, his phone buzzed. A quick look at the caller ID told him everything he needed to know. He answered.Seconds later, his expression tightened.Without a moment's pause, he hung up the call, jumped into his car, and drove away quickly.….………………………..
“Hey, sugar baby,” a man in black socks muttered as he stepped inside, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.Slowly, his pants slid down while his gaze remained fixed on the bed where Kristen lay unaware of his presence. He pulled off his white tee and tossed it to the floor, revealing a large belly that jiggled with every movement.“Sugar baby…” he said again, his voice low and thick as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself above her motionless body. He muttered "sugar baby" once more as he climbed onto the bed, letting out a soft moan while leaning over Kristen's body.“Are you ready to have some fun?” he muttered, a crooked grin spread across his face.He gently took Kristen's hand, raising it gradually toward his face. With a disturbing calm, he began sniffing along her skin, trailing from her wrist down toward her elbow. His eyes fluttered briefly as he exhaled, completely lost in the moment.When his head lowered near her breast, a soft, unsettling moan slipped from his
"We have about 6 hours until everything clears from her eyes," Charles said, his grip on the phone tighter as he made a step into the room. Kristen laid there motionless, still fully unconscious."Do whatever you want with her... dump her somewhere," the person on the other end said."Sure," Charles said as he ended the call.Charles slipped his phone into his pocket, just as the door creaked open. The lingerie lady stepped in, crossing her arms behind her as she surveyed the room. Her eyes briefly flickered over Kristen’s motionless form before shifting to Charles."You want us to keep her here?" she asked, her tone casual, but with an edge.Charles didn’t look at her as he answered. “No. They’ll come for her back.” He turned to her sharply. “Thank you. I’ll have the rest sent to your account.”The lady simply nodded her head, chewing her gum with a lazy smile. “Sure thing,” she replied, unbothered, as if this was all just another day’s work.Without another word, Charles turned and w
Kristen’s hands shook as she tore off the wires attached to her arms. The monitor beside her beeped wildly, then went flat.“Miss, please....you need to rest!” the nurse rushed over as she tried to hold her gently. The doctor stepped forward. “Hey, listen. You just woke up. Your body is still recovering, and you’re....”“I said I can’t stay here!” Kristen exclaimed, her voice trembling and breaking. Her eyes darted around the room, wide with fear. “I don’t even know what happened to me…”She shoved the blanket away and swung her legs off the bed. The cold floor felt like ice against her bare feet, but she didn’t stop. Her head spun, and her knees almost gave way.The nurse caught her just in time. “Please, you’re not strong enough to walk. Just lie down”Kristen clutched the nurse’s arm, her low and broken voice she said. “I need to get out of here. Please… I can’t breathe.”The doctor shared a concerned glance with the nurse, then nodded slowly. “Alright,” he said softly. “We won’t s
"Welcome. This is going to be your new office. I hope it works well for you," Mr. Creed said as he stepped in with Kristen by his side."Thank you, sir. This is more than I expected," Kristen replied with appreciation."No need to thank me," Mr. Creed said with a faint smile. "I'll leave you to settle in while I take care of a few things."Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, a smile lingering on his face as he disappeared down the hallway.................Mr. Creed met Tyrese just outside the hallway, pausing briefly before both men stood in front of his office. Without a word, he opened the door and gestured for Tyrese to enter first.Inside, Mr. Creed moved with an air of authority, crossing the room and settling into his chair. As he arranged a few documents on his desk, taking his time, the finally looked up at Tyrese, who stood tall and silent waiting to hear a word from him."Hmmm, he cleared his throat as he began…I want you to begin a full search into he
"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
"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
“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