ログイン"I'll take care of it, you clean up in the back." Kate interrupted me and stood in front of the man with a smile and I released a relieved breath.
Thank god..!
"Hello, sis."
My eyes widened in surprise and stared at the two people in front of me.
What? Sister?
Kate is this horrible man's sister?!
"3 years of not seeing each other and this is what you're doing? Scaring my staff?" I tried not to hear their conversation but it was difficult and I could only pretend to go to the cashier counter and calculate today's income.
"Nice decorations, I like the flowers." I tried not to wince at the man's sarcasm.
D*mn, so it was really him who sent, no, not sent but put the flowers in my room?!
How could that be?
Isn't my apartment locked?!
I heard Kate let out a long sigh, "Leave her alone." She said and I hope he listened to his sister's words.
God, help!
Kate, help!
"I'm sorry, it can't be that easy. I owe her my life." He replied and startled me.
Huh? Owe me a life?
What does that mean?
Then when I lifted my gaze to the man, he was already looking at me with a smirk, knowing that I had been listening to them.
"It's good to know she works for you, take care of her." He said lightly before turning around but not without a wink towards me who was frozen in place staring at him.
It wasn't long before the 2 people who came with Richard followed him from behind and Richard walked up to Kate who was currently looking at me with a confused look, between pity and shock.
"How is it?" Kate asked her lover who was currently also looking at me.
"Let's talk," he said quietly and I couldn't help but follow them to the far end of the table.
"Paula, Liam, take care for a moment and could you please bring 2 Americano and 1 latte hazelnut, please" Kate ordered the other two workers who were currently staring at us in confusion because they didn't know what was happening.
Sitting still, I smiled as Paula placed the coffee and latte for me on the table.
To release the tension, I sip my drink, glad that Kate remembers I can't really drink coffee because of my stomach problem.
"You're the doctor who helped Brad?" Richard opens the conversation and I raise a confused eyebrow at him.
"Who's Brad?" I asked innocently and made Kate smile sadly.
"See, she's so innocent, Richard." Kate commented as she sighed heavily and shook her head disapprovingly.
Richard just smiled and drank his coffee before speaking, "That guy from earlier."
My mouth formed an O, because I just found out his name.
I shrugged, "I just know the name of that horrible man is Brad." I said and Kate burst out laughing after hearing my comment. "What?!" I asked quickly, confused why she was laughing out loud like that.
Richard also looked amused to hear it but tried to hide it.
"Do you know who he is?" He asked quietly and I shook my head again to answer him, "I see." He said with a nodded head.
"Is he famous? I just thought he's a gangster." I asked and again, it made the two people in front of me laugh out loud again.
"What?!" I was confused for the second time.
"You're really busy studying huh, little girl, " Richard commented, which was agreed by Kate beside him as if I wasn't here and made me roll my eyes, “Why do you think that?” He added.
I look up to think and answer him for a minute,"Clothing style? Chest tattoo and gunshot wound?" I replied casually like we’re talking about the weather today.
“Gunshot wound?" Richard asked quietly with a raised brow.
I nodded, "He was injured a few nights ago when I was on night duty and helped him remove a bullet from his stomach, that's all." I said briefly and this time they widened their eyes after hearing my explanation. “Why?" I asked them.
"That's why he said he owes you his life, you helped him back then," Kate explained and I just nodded.
Is that it?
"No need for him to show his scary face then, just pay my education debt, it's done." I said jokingly but Kate and Richard looked at me seriously which made me laugh. "I'm kidding." I added and made them smile a little.
Yes, what I said at the time was just a joke. I never thought of asking someone to pay the debt I had for my education, even to someone who said he owed me his life.
I'm a doctor, helping people is like an obligation, nothing more.
However, the next day when I received a call from the university I was surprised to find that my joking remark was taken seriously.
"Paid off? How has it paid off?" I asked the admin who gave me the receipt for my medical education.
"Just this morning, there were funds coming in with details for your repayment." I gaped at his explanation.
My remaining education debt was still $29,000, who would...
My. God....
I just remembered… ‘No need for him to show his scary face then, just pay my education debt, it's done.’
Did he really pay for it?
But that's....
"Thank you." I said to the admin and took the receipt before rushing out and grabbing my cell phone from my bag.
Beep…
‘Yes, Dwyne’
"Kate, he really paid my debt, I was just joking Kate, how is this?" I hurriedly said breathlessly, panicking to the woman who knew about the words I said.
I knew what bad things gangsters could do and didn't want anything to do with such dangerous people.
She sighed.
'Because for them the debt of life is very high.' She explained as if paying that much money to me was a small thing.
"But..."
'At least with this you won't be bothered anymore, isn't this what you want?' She continued and I fell silent.
That man's life is worth $29,000!. Wow, that's more than the hospital treatment.
"Then, I should just shut up?" I asked quietly because I didn't know how to return this money.
'Just say thank you.' she suggested and I sighed.
That I can do, but it doesn't seem right...
"Ok, thank you, Kate."
'Bye.'
If it's true that with this they won't bother me anymore, I guess I can accept it… Right?
But is it true that I won't be bothered by him anymore?
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-The Monster Benjamin Created (Dwyne’s Point of View)-When I woke up again, I immediately knew something was wrong, not because of the room or because of the silence but because my body no longer felt like it belonged to me.My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open slowly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above me while my breathing remained uneven.The drugs again… Yes, I could feel it immediately from how the weakness spreads through my muscles, dull and suffocating, making even the smallest movement feel exhausting.I hated it.God, I hated it so much.I turned my head slightly and noticed the curtains were open this time, allowing dim evening light to slip inside the room.So much time had passed already and I was still here.My jaw tightened.No… I could not let myself think like that.I needed to stay calm, to think and to survive long enough for Bradley to find me, because I knew him. And I knew there was no world where he would stop looking for me, never.The thought alon
I did not go home after that.I did not even slow down.The car was already waiting at the lobby, engine running, door open before I even reached it. The moment I stepped inside, the door shut behind me, and we were already moving.Fast, silent and efficient.“Take me to the house,” I said.My voice was calm and no one questioned it because they understood the situation is urgent and have no time to joke around.The mansion came into view within minutes, the gates already open, guards standing at full alert the moment my car approached. The atmosphere was different from usual; it was tighter and heavier.There was no routin
(**Go to Bradley Point of View**)The cooperation agreement for the acquisition and testing of new weapons required my direct presence, which was the only reason I allowed myself to leave her, even for a short time.It was a remote town in Africa, far from everything familiar, far from her.From the very beginning, something about it did not sit right with me; it was not fear or doubt but a quiet, persistent unease that settled beneath my skin and refused to disappear, no matter how much I tried to focus on the work in front of me.I had left her protected and guarded, surrounded by men who understood exactly what she meant to me.And yet—The distance still felt wrong.The call came when I was in the middle of reviewing the final details of the agreement.My phone vibrated once then again, it was insistent like something urgent.I answered without looking at the number. “Speak.”There was no greeting on the other end; only the kind of silence that carried something already broken.“Mi
Consciousness did not return all at once.It came slowly, like something pulling me upward through thick, suffocating darkness, dragging me back into a body that did not feel like mine.The first thing I noticed was the heavy weight as if every part of me had been drained of strength and replaced with something dull and unresponsive.My fingers twitched slightly or at least I thought they did before my eyes barely opened. Light filtered into my vision in fragments, blurred and unfocused, forcing me to blink several times before the shapes around me began to settle into something recognizable.I inhaled slowly, even that felt wrong; it was too heavy and too controlled.Memory hit me all at once; the car, the struggle and the syringe. Benjamin.My breath hitched and instinctively, I tried to move but I couldn't, nothing happened. A sharp wave of panic surged through me as I forced my body to respond, to react, to do something—Anything.But my limbs refused because I felt so weak and unr
The car did not stop for a long time.Or maybe it did, and I simply lost track of it.Time blurred into something meaningless, stretched thin between the steady hum of the engine and the suffocating silence that filled the space between us.Benjamin did not speak again after that.He only watched me as if I were something he had finally reclaimed and I refused to give him anything; no fear, no reaction and no satisfaction. Even as my mind raced, calculating every possibility, every movement, every chance I might have to turn this around—I kept my expression calm, my posture steady.Because if there was one thing I had learned that it was men like him thrived on control and I would not give it to him.When the car finally stopped, the door opened immediately.“Out,” one of the men said.I did not move, not right away.I looked at Benjamin instead. “Where are you taking me?”He tilted his head slightly, as if the question amused him.“Home,” he said.This man…My jaw tightened. “This is
By the time Benjamin left the café, the tension he brought with him lingered long after the door closed behind him but I refused to let it ruin the rest of my day.Maya, on the other hand, was still visibly irritated.“I seriously cannot stand him,” she muttered, grabbing her bag. “He talks like the world belongs to him.”I let out a small breath, finishing my drink before standing.“That is because he believes it does,” I replied calmly.She rolled her eyes. “Well, I do not care what he believes. You handled that perfectly.”A faint smile touched my lips.Maybe or maybe I was just tired of running.We stepped out of the café together, the air outside cooler, calmer—almost normal compared to what had just happened inside.“Let’s go somewhere else,” Maya said suddenly, linking her arm with mine. “I am not ending the day like this. Vernon is at the pub, we can meet him there.”I nodded lightly. “That sounds good.”Because I needed something else; something that did not involve tension,
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“What? We’re not coming home yet?!” Dwyne exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening as she processed the news. “You’ve planned another trip? Where to this time?” Her voice was a mix of astonishment and excitement, as she tried to
Dwyne cast a skeptical glance at Bradley as they approached the bustling airport, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “So, Bradley, you really think we’re going to manage without any luggage? I didn’t bring anything.”Bradley’s face broke into a reassuring smile. “Absolutely. I’ve got everything covere