 Masuk
Masuk
A lone figure stood at the entrance of Brooke Alley, shrouded in a gray hoodie, dark glasses obscuring her face.Her hands trembled as she clutched her phone, dialing the same number again.Her breath came in uneven gasps, the damp air thick with the scent of decay and rain-soaked pavement.She pressed the phone to her ear. "Mrs. Harrington, I'm here already. Where are you?""Oh... don't worry, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just wait," Mabel's voice replied from the other end.She exhaled shakily, nodding to herself. But as she lowered the phone, a strange feeling prickled at her spine. Something was off.That was when she noticed him.A man, clad in black, stood near the flickering streetlight, his face obscured by a black eyes mask. He wasn’t moving. Just watching.A shiver ran down her spine. She averted her gaze, hoping it was a coincidence, but when she dared another glance, he was walking toward her.Her breath hitched.She stepped back. He quickened his pace.Her heartbeat po
Vanessa settled into the plush leather seat of her sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom, the faint hum of the engine barely registering as Oliver, her driver, eased the car onto the quiet street. She stared out the window, but the city lights flickered past were nothing more than fleeting haze.Her mind was elsewhere, tangled in the unsettling events of the day. A heaviness settled in her chest, unshaken by the gentle hum of the ride. Adina’s call from the hospital echoed in her thoughts. "Grandma, it's more serious than I thought. Pamela lost a pregnancy, but she’s been revived." A deep frown etched itself onto Vanessa’s face. She exhaled sharply, fingers tapping against her lap, her mind circling back to her visit to the doctor’s office afterwards. ---Flashback – At the Hospital. Vanessa stood in the doctor’s office, her hands resting lightly on the polished edge of his desk.The doctor sighed, his expression grim as he looked away from the medical chart to her. "I don’t believ
The faint sound of running water echoed from the private restroom inside Adina’s office.Sarah, one of the office assistants, was sorting through a stack of files near the bookshelf.She had been instructed earlier to organize some documents and remained focused on completing the task. Silently, she continued arranging them with precision.The office door opened, and Pamela, Adina’s secretary, walked in carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea. She placed it carefully on the desk.“Ma’am, I brought your tea,” she said.From inside the restroom, Adina’s voice came through. “Alright, thank you, Pamela.”Pamela nodded and stepped out of the office.A moment later, Mia, Adina’s personal assistant, walked in, flipping through some documents in a folder.She glanced toward the closed restroom door before turning to Sarah who seemed to be putting a finishing touch on her work by the bookshelf. “Sarah, when you're through with the arrangement, take the three brown files among the files to
Eric winced as his mother, Mabel, carefully applied pressure to the wound on his hand.The gash from his crashing into the glass coffee table at Ryan's office was bleeding, but the pain barely registered compared to the turmoil raging inside him.“Eric, what were you thinking?” Mabel scolded, dabbing antiseptic onto the deep wound on his left hand before wrapping it with sterile gauze. "Why did you go to Ryan's office? You're only escalating the situation. What if he decides to sue you for trespassing and assault? How will you explain this to Adina and her grandmother?”Eric gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping his throat as the pain from the wound pulsed through his hand, each throb fueling the frustration already boiling inside him. “I can’t just sit back and let him take everything I’ve worked for over the past six years. This isn’t just about the baby—it’s about Adina too. She’s still my wife.” Mabel’s hand stilled, and she looked up at him, her face tightening with concern
The glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room as Eric’s lips traced a slow path down Adina’s neck.His hands moved with practiced ease, knowing exactly where to touch, exactly how to make her tremble. Adina wanted to respond to him, but it felt as though an invisible barrier had numbed her emotions and dulled the desire his touch once ignited in her.She lay beneath him, stiff and unresponsive, her heart weighed down by something she couldn't name. Eric noticed. His movements slowed, then stopped altogether. He pulled back slightly, his brown eyes searching hers. "What’s wrong?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. Adina forced a small smile, trying to push down the unease clawing at her chest. “I’m just tired, Eric.” A brief silence settled between them, charged with tension.Then his expression hardened, the subtle ease in his features earlier vanishing in an instant.“Tired again? You’ve been ‘tired’ for days now." Adina sat up, pulling the sh
The hum of the luxury car’s engine softened as the driver pulled up in front of the Lumière Grand Hotel, one of the most exclusive dining destinations in the city.The sleek glass building towered in the night, its polished surface exuding quiet elegance and secrecy—the perfect setting for a private meeting.At the backseat of the car, Eric turned to Adina, his fingers instinctively reaching for hers.“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” His tone was gentle, but reluctance flickered in his eyes. “We don't have to do it all through as Grandma dictates…I mean…”Adina squeezed his hand reassuringly, cutting him off his words “I’ve got this, Eric. You trust me, don’t you?” He sighed, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Of course, I do. I just don’t like the idea of you there alone with him.” Although Eric had accepted Adina’s grandmother’s wish and reassured her of his support throughout the pregnancy, he still felt unease about Adina meeting Ryan alone.He








