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The moment his feet touched the ground from the plane, he looked around with a confident smile.“Babu,” he muttered under his breath. “Zaddy’s back.”“Welcome, Mr. Whimper,” a gentleman greeted as he stepped forward and offered a firm handshake.“It’s good to see you thriving,” Mr. Whimper muttered as he shook his hand.‘ ‘Haha, it's thanks to your kindness, Sir,’’ the man said with a smile.“Let’s not waste much time at the airport,” he added.“Sure, sure,” the man replied. “Shall we?” he asked, and without waiting,Whimper walked past him, his bodyguards following close behind.….……….The car came to a halt in front of a tall, white building with golden gates.“This is where they live now,” the man beside Mr. Whimper said.With just a bottom press the glass window on Whimper’s side slid down. Whimper slowly took off his glasses to get a better look.“I see,” he said after carefully studying the building.“They moved in just last month,” the man continued, leaning back in his seat to
“Let him go.” She took a small step forward, planting her hands firmly on her waist. “I said... let him go,” she repeated, her little voice trembling but bold. The bullies turned to look at her and then burst out laughing. “Hahaha! And who do you think you are?” one of them sneered, shoving the smaller boy aside as he stepped closer. Standing tall, she didn’t flinch. “My name is Isabella Maya Wood,” she said, chin high and voice steady. “Only Daughter of Richard Wood, the sharpest mind in business and the billionaire who built empires while others were still dreaming.” She gave a defiant smile, proudly flashing a missing tooth. The bully blinked, glanced at his friend, then turned back to her. “And what’s that got to do with you poking your nose in other people’s business?” Isabella casually flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Let’s just say… I’m a good citizen who doesn’t stand by and watch bullies like you,” she said softly. Then she took one more brave step forward, h
Hey dear readers! Before you dive in...just letting you know that Book 2 has officially started, and this is where the continuation begins!If you’ve been following the story from the beginning, you're right where you need to be. Get ready for more drama, romance, and unexpected twists!Thanks for staying with me.. now let’s continue the journey! 😃♥
He stood at the grave's edge, his eyes fixed on the name etched into the stone... In loving memory of Brindle Gonzalez. Born 28th July 1989 to 2015... He bent slightly, still feeling the ache from the shot he'd taken days ago. In his hands, he loosely grasped a bouquet, their petals beginning to wilt like his own memories... As he gazed at the grave, a memory began to surface... As they hit the ground, Marko's arm wrapped tightly around her. He held her close, feeling her warm blood seep into his clothes, mixing with his own. Brindle's eyes, cloudy with pain, locked onto Marko's teary gaze. I... I... am sorry," he whispered. "I am sorry," he said as he gently touched her face. Brindle slowly shook her head. "No... no," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I am sorry for... for us not living our dream. Please... forgive me," she said weakly. Marko's tears dropped down as he looked at her, his heart breaking. "Thank you for being the one who actually cared for me," she said,
“How did you know I was here? I heard you’ve escaped from the cell,” Brindle said, aggressively pulling herself away from his touch. Marko stepped forward, but Brindle quickly backed away. “Don’t even try to make any move on me. You know just one call, and you’ll be back in the cell,” Brindle warned, pulling her phone from her pocket. “You need to stop this. You’ve done enough. Hurting more people won’t bring you peace or the dream you’re chasing after,” Marko pleaded. “What makes you think you can stop me, huh?” Brindle shouted, looking up at him with anger in her eyes. “I’m not trying to stop you, Brindle. I’m trying to save you from all this madness you’ve gotten yourself into. This path you’re on… It’s destroying you. Can’t you see that?” Marko said, his voice filled with concern. Brindle slammed her fists on the table, rattling the items on it. “You think I need saving?” she snarled. “You think I need you to tell me what to do? Hell no!” Her voice rose as she shouted. “You ha
"When is the groom going to show up? The sun is going down, and he still hasn't arrived," the priest said as he approached Grandma Leta, who was already stressed about Liam not showing up."He's going to be here soon. There must be traffic on the way," Grandma Leta replied with a shaky voice, her eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously.Just then, Aditi ran to her. "I still haven't gotten hold of him. His phone isn't going through," Aditi said with worry on her face."Oh my. What is going on?" Grandma Leta said, her voice trembling as she looked around helplessly.The guests began murmuring among themselves as the wedding was supposed to start at 2, and it was almost 4.….…………………………Natalie sat nervously in her room, her hands shaking as she stared at her phone.Both Rose and Alliah walked in, and she stood up to meet them. "Is he in?" she asked."No," Miss Rose said and paused, staring at Natalie. "He's still not here yet," she added, trying to keep her voice calm.Natalie's breath c