Mag-log inGrandma O’Neil smiled softly, her frail eyes glowing with warmth as she reached for Alex’s hand. “I’m fine, my dear,” she said, her voice steady but full of emotion. “Thanks to this young woman here — the gift the Heavens sent to me.” She stretched out her other hand toward Celine. “Come, my child. Sit beside me.”Celine hesitated, uncertain what to do. She glanced at Alex, who looked just as stunned, then slowly moved forward and sat next to the old woman. Her heart pounded in her chest, unsure if what she was hearing was even real.Grandma held Celine’s hand gently, her thumb brushing over the faint mark on her neck. “Do you remember the neck mark unique to the first daughters of the O’Neil line?” she asked, turning to Alex.Alex frowned slightly but nodded. “Of course I remember. Every first daughter from the O'Neil lineage has it,” he replied carefully, wondering what she was getting at.“Good,” Grandma said with a small, emotional smile. “Then know that Celine not only bears t
The sound of the front door opening broke through the uneasy silence that filled the O’Neil mansion. Alex had just returned from his business trip, tired but alert, his sharp eyes scanning the living room where two men sat — one calm, the other simmering with tension.Adam Brooks rose to his feet almost instantly, wearing a strained smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Mr. O’Neil,” he said, extending a hand. “Good to finally see you.”Alex accepted the handshake, his expression unreadable. The grip was brief, firm, but distant. One of the housemaids appeared and quietly took Alex’s briefcase, hurrying upstairs to drop it in his room. The moment the maid disappeared, the tension between the two men thickened like smoke.Alex sat opposite Adam, his arms folded tightly across his chest, irritation already showing in the faint twitch of his jaw. “You came without an appointment,” he said flatly. “I hope it’s important.”Adam leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “It i
The morning sunlight streamed softly through the white curtains, casting a golden glow across the old woman’s room. The air was calm and filled with laughter — the kind that could heal wounds deeper than medicine ever could. Celine sat beside the grandmother, both of them sharing stories over a warm cup of tea.The old woman looked far stronger now. Her once trembling hands had steadied, her memory sharper than anyone thought possible. Even the doctors had been amazed. They’d said her dementia was irreversible, yet here she was — remembering faces, events, and even jokes she hadn’t told in years.Celine smiled as she adjusted the blanket on her lap. “You look brighter today,” she said warmly.The grandmother chuckled, her voice soft but clear. “That’s because I have an angel keeping me company.”Celine laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve started again, Grandma. I’m no angel.”The old woman patted her hand affectionately. “You don’t see what I see. Since you came, my mind has found
At exactly twelve noon, the gates of the Scott mansion swung open to a convoy of six luxurious cars gliding smoothly into the compound. The glint of the sun danced across their polished bodies as uniformed guards hurried into position. The second car, a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom, came to a slow halt at the center of the compound.The moment the rear door opened, Denmark Scott stepped out — tall, composed, his signature dark shades reflecting authority. The guards instantly dropped to one knee, heads bowed as if before a monarch. His mere presence commanded respect. He glanced briefly at them before walking toward the grand entrance, his steps firm, his expression unreadable.Barbra, who had been anxiously waiting inside, rushed out, her heart pounding. “Daddy!” she called out, trying to sound cheerful but her voice trembled slightly.Denmark paused at the stairs and turned to her. A faint, knowing smile curved on his face. “Barbra? What brings my busy daughter here instead
Adam sat behind his desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered before him. None of it made sense anymore. Brooks Enterprises had officially hit rock bottom.The deal with O’Neil Corp. was gone. The same board members who once worshiped him now avoided his calls.He leaned back and rubbed his face, his thoughts heavy. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Celine — calm, composed, and victorious, while he burned in humiliation. He could still hear the whispers from the board meeting, the murmurs of disbelief, the word failure thrown around like confetti.When his secretary came in to ask about his next meeting, he waved her off. “Cancel everything. I’m done for today.”He grabbed his car keys and left the office. He needed air. He needed peace. Or maybe he just needed Barbra — the only person who seemed to understand him in moments like this. As he sat behind the wheel, he exhaled deeply, resting his head against the seat.He unlocked his phone. Dozens of missed calls. Most fro
Barbra sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes swollen from crying. The silence in her father’s mansion was deafening, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Her phone lay beside her, screen glowing with unanswered calls — Adam, her father, even the company’s board secretary. Nothing. No one picked.She tried Adam’s number again. The number you’re trying to reach is not available. She sighed, switching to her father’s contact. It rang once, twice, then silence. Her heart thumped. He had seen the news. He knew. Denmark Scott never tolerated failure, not even from his only daughter. Business first, emotions last. That was his creed.When the butler informed her that Mr. Scott was away for a meeting, Barbra decided to wait at the mansion till his return. Maybe then she could explain. Maybe he would understand. She lay back on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, the fear of his disappointment tightening in her chest.*********While Barbra drowned in fear an







