LOGINStill outside the hospital."Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to be in that ambulance when it leaves?"Mirabella's mouth snapped shut. She looked past Queen, at Wayne's still body being lifted the last few feet into the back of the ambulance, at the paramedic already reaching for the doors to close them, and felt her chest tighten so hard it hurt to breathe.She ran the last few steps and climbed in just as the doors began to swing shut behind her.Inside the AmbulanceThe space was tight, cramped with equipment, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and something colder underneath it that Mirabella didn't want to name. She sat pressed against the wall of the vehicle, knees nearly touching the stretcher, unable to take her eyes off Wayne's face.He looked wrong. Too still. Too pale. Nothing like the man who'd smiled at her through prison bars, who'd bitten his lip before answering her questions, who'd argued with his own mother about needing a maid like it was the most
Ocean Hospital, Minutes Later The scream still hung in the air of the ward, but Queen's face was already changing. Whatever had cracked in her a second before sealed itself back over, fast, like a wound closing before it had even finished bleeding. She didn't cry. She didn't sit down. She let go of Wayne's cold hand slowly, deliberately, and turned to Louisa with an expression that had gone completely flat — the same stillness people had learned, over the years, to be far more afraid of than any raised voice. "I'm having him discharged," she said. It wasn't a question. "Queen, he needs to stay here. He's still on life support, he's still—" "I didn't ask a question. Did I?" Louisa opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had seen this look on Queen exactly once before, years ago, at a dinner where a business partner had made the mistake of underestimating her in front of his own people. He never made that mistake twice. Whatever came next, Louisa understood there was no versio
Ocean Hospital, Hours Later Queen had been sitting at the waiting room for over three hours. She hadn't touched the water Lawrence brought her. She hadn't touched her phone, even though it buzzed twice with calls she didn't bother to check. Her guards stood a few feet away, silent, knowing better than to speak first. Lawrence paced near the nurse's station, glancing at her every few minutes like a man checking whether a bomb was still ticking. "Queen," he said finally, approaching her. "Why don't you let me get you something to eat? This could still take—" "How long does it take to tell me if my son is alive or not?" Her voice was calm. That was the part that frightened him most. "These things take time. The doctors need to—" "You've said that for three hours, Lawrence." He opened his mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing left to say that wouldn't unravel faster than he could patch it back together. Queen stood. Smoothed the front of her jacket. Looked at him with an
The Cell Bathroom The attacker pressed his body against Wayne's and drove the knife into his side. He felt the blood come fast, warm against his gloved hand. He pulled the blade free without hesitation. Wayne tried to scream. Only a wet, broken sound came out, tears mixing with blood on his attacker's hand. The man didn't let go — not yet. His job wasn't to hurt Wayne. It was to finish him. He knew exactly when a person stopped fighting. He'd done this before. Wayne's body went still. His breath faded. His head fell to one side. The attacker released him and stepped back, watching the body crumple to the floor. He let out a slow breath and smiled. "Spoiled brat," he muttered, and slipped away into the dark. Minutes Later Two inmates heading to the bathroom found Wayne on the floor. Their screams brought guards running — then the correction officer, then the district police chief himself. The correction officer pulled on a glove, knelt beside the body, and pressed two fingers t
Still in the Visiting Room "That sounds like it's been going on a long time," Mirabella said. "Why not just leave? Move somewhere else?" "Leaving everything behind isn't an option right now. There's something I need to stay here and protect." That must be the thing he took from his mother, she thought, but said nothing. "I'm working on something," Wayne said, catching himself. "Once it's finished, maybe things will be different." She stayed quiet, turning his words over in her head, until she realized he'd asked her something and she'd missed it. "Sorry, what did you say?" "I asked if you could ever live abroad. Somewhere far from everything you call home." She laughed a little, thinking about the place she actually grew up. "I could live anywhere, as long as it's peaceful." He's not the type to hide how he feels, she thought, watching him. When he went quiet again, she changed the subject. "About the whole bully thing — I'd like to take you out for tea sometime. As a thank
The Hospital, The Next Morning Anita's surgery finished successfully. Mirabella and Ava walked the two doctors out to their car. "Make sure she stays calm and rests," Dr. Prita said. "No stress, for now." Mirabella and Ava nodded and waved as the car pulled away. Ava studied Mirabella's face the whole time. Something was clearly wrong, but she couldn't tell what. "Bella," she said finally. "Is there something you want to tell me?" "Aunt — if you found out a friend of yours was in trouble, and you were asked to turn him in, what would you do?" "Why are you asking me that? Did someone ask you to turn someone in?" "No, no. I just heard about a situation like that somewhere." "You worry too much. Where did you hear something like this?" "It's not a rumor, Aunt. It's real." "Then tell me properly, and maybe I can help." Mirabella took a breath. "A friend of a friend of mine stole something from his mother. Something valuable — maybe worth a lot of money. His mother's been trying
At Mirabella's......Mirabella's and her neighbors returned back from police station by 4:47am.She looked so pale and feeble from crying and thinking. who would blame her, she's all she've gat since her real parents were assassinated. Just like yesterday, the whole events were still fresh in Mir
At Mirabella's Mirabella got to her street around after 10 at night, tho everywhere was still filled with people but Mirabella has never gotten home this late from her previous work.The time she had gotten home by 8 from her previous work in the past she had met her mother sitting outside the buil
'Boss..... that is what i have been trying to explain ''who is that girl singing on the stage? Mateo pointed at Mirabella on the stage 'What happened to the popular artist we called?' 'Boss his manager called that they were attacked and robbed on there way here?' 'What! Such an excuse? Really?'
Saturday sun's are always the hottest in the uptown city, Mateo was seen moving around with his car in the hot sun preparing for the opening of his new but one of the biggest restaurant so far. Even though he has so much workers working for him he won't still leave the work to them alone because he







