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“Good morning, Ms. Angelie. You need to get up now, have your bath, and get ready for your clothes fitting.”Angelie’s eyes fluttered open. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out the figure of a young lady standing beside her bed. She looked unfamiliar. Blonde hair, soft face, close to her own age, if she guesses right. She blinked again and sat up slightly.“Who are you?” her voice came out dry. “And what do you mean by cloth fitting?”The girl smiled and bowed her head a little. “Pardon my manners, Ms. I’m Leina. I’ll be your stylist for the wedding coming up tomorrow. I know you’re heavily pregnant, so I came prepared with different clothing ideas. Mr. John wants everything to be perfect. Congratulations to you.”Angelie just stared at her.“Wedding?”This wasn’t how she imagined waking up. She remembered Damien saying something about marriage, but she didn’t think he’d actually go ahead with it.“Leina, right?”“Yes ma,” she answered politely.“Go and tell Mr. John o
“Mr. John, Ms. Angelie is in severe pain. You need to see her now!”Damien dropped the sheet of paper instantly. His eyes widened, and he rushed out without a second thought.Back in the kitchen, Martha exhaled heavily. Relief washed over her like a wave. Thank God she came in when she did. A second later she'd be caught. There was no time to destroy the evidence properly, so she did the unthinkable.She chewed the paper.It tasted awful, bitter, and dry, but she swallowed it down like medicine, she couldn't afford to leave traces, and she might not live to tell the story.******Angelie was on the bed, one hand on her stomach, carelessing her stomach . When Damien rushed in. “Are you okay? Are you going into early labor?” he asked in a panic, gently placing his hand on her belly. “Martha told me you were in serious pain.”“Martha?” she repeated, caught off guard.“Yes, the chef,” he said, almost breathless.“Ouch….yes. The baby kicked… hard. Almost drove me insane,” she winced. “The
“Love me… what do you mean?”Jeff’s voice came out low and confused, he blinked his eyes continuously. He turned to Flora, waiting for her to complete her statement.“Yes, she does…” Flora replied quietly, hesitating. “She only got….”Suddenly, the system let out a sharp beep.BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Their attention went over to the beeping system and they ran toward the screen in sync. The signal had finally come through, clear and strong this time. A small blinking dot on the map confirmed it.Jeff’s fingers moved fast across the keyboard. He quickly jotted down the GPS coordinates, not removing his eyes from the screen. “Got it.” He bookmarked the location and snatched his phone. Dialing Mathew and Fred, he didn’t even wait for them to greet him.“Mathew, look into this GPS coordinate. Send me the location, not a second wasted. I don’t know what he’s up to the next minute.” Jeff hung up the phone, storming out of the room like a man his house was on fire.******The dining table was fil
Jeff pushed the phone across the desk, the screen still lit up with the message. Fred leaned forward, squinting at the text like he wasn’t sure if his tired eyes were playing tricks on him.Unknown: “Save me, Jeff, from Damien. Currently on an unknown island. Go to Flora, she knows who Damien is.”Fred sat upright immediately.“Damn! The girl was right!” he exclaimed.Jeff was already up, throwing on his jacket.“Start tracking this number, now, I need to go somewhere.”“Where?”“To Tim’s house. If anyone has pieces of this Damien puzzle, it’s him.”Fred didn’t argue. He was already tapping on his laptop, setting up the software, while Jeff stormed out of the room like a man with fire in his hands.*****Back in the mansion, Angelie sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes constantly fixed on the door. It had been five minutes since Damien left.She was still shaking, but she was gradually calming down her nerves. Tonight, the woman who served her food did something different, she had r
“Are you okay? You’re sweating.”“I’m good,” Angelie said, forcing a small smile, though her lips trembled a little. “I’m just tired. I was about to sleep before you came in.”She tried to stay still, not giving away the panic pulsing under her skin. She had just tucked the hidden phone under her pillow, hoping he hadn’t noticed the shift in her breath, the tightness in her voice.Damien looked at her for a moment, his eyes went from her face to her body, searching for signs of any discomfort. She hoped he wouldn’t see through her act.“Sorry, my love. I’ve been away for a long time. Daddy had some business transactions to take care of. But I missed you; come with me, let’s take a walk. The doctor said you need to exercise often.”She nodded.Anything that would get her out of the room, even for a moment, she was on board.The moment they stepped outside, the cool breeze welcomed her face. If she wasn’t brought here like a hostage, if she wasn’t slowly suffocating with fear, she would
"Do I know you?"The woman removed her veil and sat down without waiting for his permission. Her movements were confident, unshaken."That isn't important now. Angelie is. I'm Flora, Angelie's roommate back in school. I know you. That's what's important, Mr. Jeff."Jeff squinted at her face. It rang a bell, but it wasn't what mattered now. Angelie did, like she clearly said earlier.”"I'm sorry, Ms. If I came off harsh. Thank you for coming.""Not an issue."Jeff tried to keep calm. He was itching to shout at her to get to the point, to spit out whatever she came to say. But he kept himself still, watched as she caught her breath like someone who had run from the street to his office."What I am about to tell you now is my instinct, and trust me, it's usually right. Ninety percent of the time, at least. My grandmother said it's a gift."Jeff was just nodding his head, but deep down in his heart, this wasn’t what he needed right now. But he remained calm.As though she heard his though
Tim is my friend, and he works in our company. I work under him. He has been the one teaching me everything... A small world indeed," Isabella said, her mouth hanging open as the realization hit her fully. She shook her head slowly, a chuckle escaping her lips in disbelief.Flora clutched her handbag, eyes wide. "Do you know where he stays? My friend might be there. Maybe she is sick or..." She paused, as if her tongue refused to say what her mind feared. "Has she given birth already? This should be it. She should have given birth."Isabella looked at her carefully, weighing her next words. Telling her the truth might trigger something dangerous. Flora's pregnancy wasn't yet stable, and the doctors had strictly warned her to avoid any stress. But how was she supposed to lie convincingly now?"Let’s just go home, Flora. I’m sure Angelie will call you when she’s back. Maybe she just travelled for a while."Flora wasn’t convinced. She was already tapping her foot, arms crossed."There is
"Yes, it's me... It's your Uriel." The words tumbled from Pat’s lips like a sacred prayer finally answered. Her hands trembled so hard that she nearly dropped the tray of food she was carrying.Sister Monica’s eyes widened with disbelief. “You’re alive? Is that you, Uriel?”Pat stood still as Monica reached out, touching her face with shaky fingers, as if trying to confirm this was not another hallucination sent by her ailing mind.Tears spilled freely from Pat’s eyes, hot and unstoppable. The kind that came from the deepest place in the heart. She didn’t wipe them. She let them flow. It was victory, relief, and pain all at once. This was a moment she had prayed for, dreamed of, and envisioned on long nights filled with longing and questions. And now, it was here.She sat beside the frail woman and helped her take a few spoonfuls of food, then her medication. For once, Monica didn't protest. She ate in peace, slowly, with a small smile that never quite reached her eyes.“I’m full,” sh
“Why did you change from the man I knew to this? I can’t recognize you anymore. Okay, I wronged you. I apologize, but for the sake of my babies, let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone you’re behind this. Just let me go.”Angelie’s voice was barely more than a whisper, trembling with fear and exhaustion. Her eyes were red and puffy, her body weak, but her spirit hadn’t completely crumbled, not yet. She looked at him, searching his face for any sign of humanity or the man she once knew. Damien didn’t move at first, then gently gestured to the chair near the bed.“Sit,” he said. His voice was soft but firm.She obeyed slowly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.“I can never harm you, Angelie,” he began, kneeling in front of her. “That’s how much I love you. When you bumped into me that first day, my heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t felt anything like that in years. I wanted to do it the right way. I wanted you to fall in love with me naturally. But you... You were so wrapped up in