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The spotlight falls gently on a young woman standing at the center of the stage. Around her, the production team watched in silence, eyes focused..A man steps forward, eyes locked on her. He raises his head and begins with emotion.“There is nothing I would trade for the sound of your laughter… not even all the stars in the sky.Oh… my love for you is like fire, wild, untamed, and eternal.And if I had to, I’d send the rest of the world away… just to have you, my sweet Sheila.”For a moment, the room was completely still. His eyes shimmered under the lights. The way he delivered the lines made it feel almost real.Mr. Whimper slowly rose from his seat and looked the man up and down with a raised brow.“If you’re giving her the whole world,” he said dryly, “where exactly do you expect the rest of us to live?”A few quiet laughs rippled through the team.The man was about to reply, but Mr. Whimper held out his hand, cutting him off.“Please,” he said, his voice sharp now, “leave my sta
“It’s only because you were good at school today,” Natalie said with a smile as she held her hand.They walked into the store, and Isabella’s eyes lit up.“Just one toy,” Natalie reminded, raising a playful eyebrow.“Okay, sure…” Isabella said, slipping her hand out of Natalie’s and marching ahead.She moved from shelf to shelf, picking through the toys with a tiny frown.“I don’t like it,” she mumbled, dropping a doll back in its place.“Mom, let’s go to the other section,” she said firmly, already heading off.Natalie sighed, dragging herself after her. “You said one toy, not a full inspection,” she muttered under her breath with a small smile.A call came through, and Natalie picked up."Hello," she said, her gaze still following Isabella at the far end of the same aisle."Don’t go too far!" she quickly shouted, covering the phone speaker with her palm before returning her attention to the call."Okay, ma’am," Isabella mumbled, her little hands still trailing along the shelves, bru
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, leani
“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,