MasukThe taxi moved steadily through traffic, inside, Elena sat in silence.Her fingers were clasped tightly together in her lap, her knuckles nearly white from the pressure.She wasn’t paying attention to what was happening, her thoughts were somewhere else entirely.There was only one place she needed to be and only one person she needed to see.After what felt like an eternity, the taxi slowed to a stop.“We are here, ma’am.”Elena looked up, she stared at the hospital building in front of her. She had hoped that she wouldn’t have to come back yet here she was.She paid the driver before stepping onto the pavement.The automatic doors slid open, Elena approached the reception desk, one of the nurses looked up from her computer.She recognized Elena’s face immediately when she saw her.“Miss Morgan?”Elena offered an apologetic smile.“It’s been a while.”The nurse’s expression immediately changed from surprise to concern.“We have been trying to reach you.”“I know, I apologize for the
After nearly thirteen hours in the air, the jet wheels met the runway. They were finally home.Inside the cabin, Maya was still curled up in her seat, fast asleep, her head resting awkwardly against the window.Across the aisle, Jules had only just opened his eyes.Elena was the next to stir, she covered her mouth as a quiet yawn escaped her lips before blinking away the last traces of sleep.Across from her, Damien had been awake for quite some time. A tablet rested on his lap, but he hadn’t turned a single page in several minutes instead his eyes kept drifting toward Elena.The instant he noticed she was awake, he placed the tablet aside.“How are you feeling?” He asked in concern.Elena stretched cautiously before offering him a reassuring smile.“Much better.”“Any dizziness?”She shook her head.“No.”“A headache?”“Not anymore.”Damien studied her face for a long moment, it was as though he was searching for signs that contradicted her words.“I mean it,” she said softly. “I’m o
Nearly thirty minutes later, a sleek black sedan rolled to a stop before the Ferraro estate.Jules stepped out alone, straightening his suit before approaching the gates. They opened almost immediately, and a uniformed servant greeted him with a respectful bow before leading him inside.The servant led Jules to Mr. Ferraro’s study.Mr. Ferraro looked up immediately when Jules walked in. Damien had informed him about Jules’s visit but he didn’t mention the reason for his visit.“Did something happen? Damien called earlier, but he sounded distracted.” Mr. Ferraro asked immediately.Jules nodded his head respectfully.“I am afraid our departure has been moved forward.”Mr. Ferraro frowned. “What happened?”“Mrs. Carrington collapsed while we were sightseeing this afternoon.”“What?”“Mr. Carrington apologizes for not being the one present here.”Matteo immediately stepped around his desk.“Nonsense! He should be beside his wife not bothering about some contract. How is she, is she alrigh
The curtains of the suite swayed gently as the afternoon breeze slipped through the slightly opened balcony doors.The room was quiet,the only sounds came from the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the air conditioner.Elena was still asleep. The color had yet to fully return to her face, leaving her complexion noticeably paler than it had been that morning.Beside the bed, Damien was still at the same position. He hadn’t moved for hours. Whenever tiny beads of perspiration formed across Elena’s forehead, he carefully dabbed them away with a cool damp towel. Every so often, he replaced the cloth after dipping it into a bowl of chilled water, hoping to ease the slight fever the doctor had noticed.One of his hands remained wrapped gently around hers, he hadn’t let go once.Every slight crease that appeared between her brows, every small movement and every faint sound she made in her sleep caught his attention instantly. His eyes never wandered far from her.At some
Within minutes, they arrived at the hotel before the car had even come to a complete stop, Damien was already out.He carefully gathered Elena into his arms, holding her as though she were made of glass.“Clear the way,” Jules instructed the staff as he followed closely behind.The hotel personnel immediately stepped aside. As one of the hotel’s most distinguished guests, the hotel arranged for one of Milan’s leading private physicians to examine Elena.Everything had already been prepared.Damien carried Elena straight inside his suite and gently laid her on the bed.The elderly Italian physician approached immediately.“I will examine her now.”Damien stepped back reluctantly, though his eyes never left Elena.For the next several minutes, the room remained almost silent. The doctor checked her blood pressure and pulse.He shone a small light into her eyes, observing her neurological responses before listening carefully to her breathing.Damien stood motionless, every passing second
The cafe where the group went to take a short break overlooked one of Milan’s busiest streets.The rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso lingered in the air, accompanied by the faint melody of a piano playing somewhere inside the cafe.A waiter guided the four of them to a table beside the window.The moment Maya sat down, she dramatically slumped against the backrest.“I think I have walked more today than I have in my entire life.”Jules carefully placed several shopping bags beside his chair before adjusting his glasses.“I warned you.”“You wanted to visit every boutique in the Galleria.”“It was worth it.”“You said that after every shop.”“And I meant it every single time.”Elena couldn’t help laughing.Across from her, Damien watched the smile bloom across her face.The waiter returned with menus.“Buon pomeriggio(Good afternoon). What may I bring you today?”Maya immediately leaned forward looking at the menu.“I want authentic Italian food.”Jules looked over the menu.“For h
Damien knew he was attractive but after his wife passed away, he had not felt the same way for another woman. He had learnt to ignore advances with practiced ease."Good morning, Dr. Mitchell," he replied briefly , his tone making it clear he was here for business, nothing more.Dr. Mitchell turned
Elena made it to her car before the shaking started. She climbed into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, taking deep, shuddering breaths that did nothing to steady her racing heart.Victoria’s pregnancy announcement had struck her like a knife to
“Elena?”Elena’s head snapped up. Standing at the bottom of the escalator, shopping bags from the hospital gift shop in her hands, was Victoria.Her stepsister’s eyes widened with surprise, then immediately narrowed with calculation as she took in Elena, the medical information packet clutched in h
Back at the mansion, Elena finally stirred around noon. She blinked against the dim light filtering through her curtains, disoriented for a moment. Her body felt heavy.She reached for her phone immediately, and as the screen lit up, a calendar reminder flashed: Dr. Turner - 12:00 PM - Brain Tumor







