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The hospital was quieter than usual. No loud footsteps echoing through the tiled halls, no buzz of walkie-talkies or rushed announcements. Jeffrey sat alone in the waiting corridor, still wearing the same navy-blue suit, his hands folded on his knees, eyes glued to the floor as if it held the answers he desperately needed.The events replayed in his mind like a broken record, Angelie collapsing, the blood from her head staining the marble floor, her body limp in his arms. It had taken everything in him to drive her to the hospital, his heart racing faster than the car itself.The scene had cracked something inside him. It mirrored too well the day his mother collapsed in their old kitchen, clutching her chest as she fell to the ground. A day he never wanted to relive. Yet, here he was.A few chairs away, Amaya sat stiffly, worry clearly written on her face. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, and her eyes stared blankly into the distance.Then there was Anita.She was seated
Anita's laughter filled the space as she tapped Lucas lightly on his left hand, her voice dipped in sarcasm. "I love your sense of humor. But it's okay."Lucas, completely unfazed, shrugged. "I wasn't joking when I said I don’t know anything about the pregnancy."Now, everyone was taken aback. Tim, who had been quiet all morning, seated patiently, turned with wide eyes.Anita, frowning, stepped closer to Lucas. "You have to be joking, right?""I don’t joke about this kind of thing. I'm here because I promised my mum I'd show up. That’s all. Don’t tie me to what I have no business with."Jeffrey watched Lucas carefully. There was a sharpness in his gaze, not because he was angry, but because Lucas, for the first time in a long while, didn’t sound like he was bluffing.Was there someone else Angelie was involved with?Was she hiding something?Too many questions flooded his mind.Anita folded her arms, frustration plastered on her face. "You all are sick!" she snapped and stormed out of
"We need to know," Grandpa Lu said again, this time with a firmness that echoed in the silence.Angelie looked around, panic crawling under her skin. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. How do you explain the unexplainable? That fear of sounding foolish froze her in place.Before she could speak, Amaya stepped forward."She’s a victim of circumstance," Amaya said gently. "It might be hard to believe, but she was wrongly administered a semen sample. She went in for a simple test, and they mistook her for a surrogate. Before she could understand what was happening, the procedure had already been done."Amaya turned to Angelie with a soft look. "I’m sorry. I know this was your story to tell."The room fell into stunned silence.Jeffrey stood stiff. He didn’t know what to feel, relieved that the child wasn't Lucas’s, or angry that Angelie had to go through something so traumatic. His jaw clenched, but he remained silent.Anita, on the other hand, wasn’t having it."Bullshit! Come on,
"Julia."Tim’s heart leaped into his throat as he stared at the woman across the crowd, her back turned, her hair styled the same way Julia always packed it, her frame strikingly familiar. He had no idea what he’d say if it were her. Maybe he’d stammer an apology or freeze altogether. But when she turned, everything inside him relaxed. It wasn’t Julia. Just someone who looked like her.He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he held, his chest finally loosening.Isabella appeared beside him, laughing lightly. "You okay there? You looked like you saw a ghost."Tim forced a smile. "Just... thought I recognized someone.""Well," she grinned, tugging on his sleeve, "come on. Let’s eat that!" She pointed excitedly at a street vendor handing out dried meat with spicy sauce.*******************The heavy door of a private jet opened. A woman stepped out in a sleek black dress that fell below her knees, her form-fitting jacket cinching at her body, long, thick hair flowed past her shoulders,
Jeffrey burst through the door of the mansion, gripping Angelie’s hand as they ran inside. Their hearts were still pounding from the deep scream they heard inside, unsure of what awaited them. As they turned the corner to the staircase, his eyes locked onto Amaya, sprawled at the foot of the stairs, clutching her ankle in visible pain."Amaya!" Jeffrey rushed to her, dropping to his knees beside her. "Are you okay?"Amaya winced, her voice weak. "My leg... I think I twisted it. I can’t walk. I was trying to go to the kitchen and refill my jug with water... I slipped."Within seconds, the commotion had drawn the rest of the household. Morris, Lucas, Grandpa Lu, and Anita all hurried out, their footsteps echoing across the large space.Lucas was the first to get to her side. "Mum, what happened?"Morris scanned her ankle, now swollen. "Did you hit it hard? Are you sure it’s not fractured?""She probably twisted it coming down the stairs," Jeffrey said. He carefully lifted her in his arms
“You better start talking!” Julia's voice was slightly above high, she didn’t have her normal jovial look..Tim stood there with unbothered face, halfway through buttoning his shirt, unsure if it was too early for this kind of confrontation or if it was already too late. But one thing was certain, he wasn’t cut out for another shit of drama, is just too early for that.“I was here right after your closing time,” she continued, arms folded across her chest, her brows tightly knotted. “I waited for three good hours. Three! You didn’t show up, you didn’t call. Nothing. I had to go back home to my mum in the middle of the night because she needed my attention.”There was no calm in her tone, no patience either.Tim let out a breath, not of relief but of frustration. Lately, every conversation with Julia had become an argument, a stretch of war between logic and emotion. His relationship had begun to feel like another weight on his already heavy shoulders.“I went to a carnival,” he replie
"Son, what are you doing here?"Ms. Patricia stood still, her voice softer than usual, touched with rare emotion. She spread her arms, and Andrew walked into them. They hugged for a few seconds, tight and warm, before pulling apart."I wanted to surprise you," Andrew said, his voice tinged with a thick Spanish accent that revealed years of living in Mexico."Sit, son," she said, gesturing to the sofa.They sat together in the plush living room that radiated elegance. The walls were soft cream, the lighting low and golden, and every piece of furniture sat perfectly in place. Andrew looked around like he was searching for something."Your taste has always been good, Mum. I love the aesthetic," he said.Patricia smiled faintly. She had once dreamed of becoming an interior decorator. Fate had written another script for her, but the passion never left."Thank you, Andrew. How was your trip? You didn’t give me a heads-up that you were coming. I would have picked you up from the airport.""I
Jeffrey quickly closed his iPad and looked up at his grandfather, who stood in the center of the office like a man whose world was slowly spinning out of control. Grandpa Lu had aged over the past few weeks, though he would never admit it. The tension, the stress, the sudden shifts in the company, it was all catching up to him.Grandpa placed a thick folder on the desk in front of Jeff and crossed his arms. “This madness has to stop,” he said, voice low but heavy. “We need a face behind this. Now.”Jeffrey scanned the documents inside and closed the file slowly, almost too calmly.“You know about this?” Grandpa snapped.Jeffrey nodded. “Grandpa, I’m the CEO of Lu’s Corporation. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if I didn’t?”“And you didn’t deem it fit to tell me?”Jeffrey sighed and leaned back in his chair. “And what? Spike your blood pressure? Put you in a hospital bed? We’re already on it, Grandpa. But whoever this is, they’re good. Too good. They know our weakest points, our key contract
Angelie was trying to be careful with her words. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she also didn’t want to lead him on. Her fingers gently rested on her small belly, a soft gesture that said more than her words could ever do."You are a great part of our lives," she said slowly, looking into his eyes. "And we will always be grateful for that. But... I really want to do this journey alone. At least for now. Until I get myself together. If you know what I mean."Damien’s face dropped for a second, but he was quick to fix it with a smile. A fake one. One that didn’t quite reach his eyes."It’s okay," he said, standing up. "I understand. Just take your time. I’ll always be here when you need me."She nodded slowly, but she missed the dark shadow that flickered in his expression just before he turned away. He leaned over, gave her hand a small peck, and left without looking back.Angelie remained in her seat, staring into space. Maybe she was overthinking. Maybe Damien didn’t mean anything
Tim didn’t expect the question. It caught him so off guard that he simply stared at her for a moment before responding. The expression on Isabella’s face wasn’t curious or teasing; it was serious, and he had never seen her this serious."I honestly don’t know how to feel," he said finally, his voice lower than usual. "Maybe because both my parents are late... or maybe because I can’t imagine my dad ever dating someone younger than him. He loved my mum deeply. He looked at her like she was made of gold. The thought of him being with someone else, especially someone younger... it would’ve felt awkward, weird, even."Isabella didn’t respond immediately. She only nodded slowly, but Tim could tell her mind was going through a thousand things at once. She wasn’t just bringing this up for casual conversation. This was personal."Is your dad seeing someone younger?" he asked, now more focused.She nodded, and a small, bitter smile escaped her lips. "Yes, he is. He told me himself. And from th
Tim’s body moved before his mind could catch up. His instinct kicked in hard. He quickly slipped into the narrow space between a wall and a dumpster and stayed low. His breath was calculated, heart racing, but he needed to act smart.The footsteps kept coming. Whoever it was, they hadn’t noticed he was gone, the figure walked right past him.That was all the opening Tim needed.He picked up a loose metal rod lying nearby, rusty but solid. Stepping out behind the man, he grabbed him around the neck from behind, pressing the cold metal against the back of his head.“If you shout, I’ll blow your head off, and nobody will come for you,” he said.“Now talk, why are you stalking me?”The man froze; he didn’t expect the sudden change of events. He wasn’t tall, wasn’t built. He trembled immediately.“Please don’t hurt me,” the man cried out. “I was paid… to follow you.”“By who?”“Your girlfriend. Ju…Julia.”Tim felt something snap inside him, that was the last name he expected to hear, not li
Andrew’s mind was a furnace of confusion. He had heard enough. His mother’s words rang loud and clear in his ears, but it wasn’t comfort that followed them. Instead, panic, worry, doubt, and all of it had the face and voice of Rose, her words came echoing loud enough this time.He has not yet started driving himself around the city, but he didn’t want to use his mum’s driver either. He went outside the mansion, took a few strolls to the main road, and flagged down a taxi, “St. Thomas.” By the time he reached her apartment door, his breath was slightly uneven. He knocked, and she opened the door in one of her signature silk robes, wine-colored and short enough to reveal her fresh thighs and curvy hips.Rose tilted her head when she saw the seriousness in his eyes. "You look like someone just told you Santa Claus isn’t real. Come in, my love."He stepped inside, the faint scent of vanilla and lavender fragrance from the humidifier wrapping around him. Her place was cozy, filled with cre
Jeffrey quickly closed his iPad and looked up at his grandfather, who stood in the center of the office like a man whose world was slowly spinning out of control. Grandpa Lu had aged over the past few weeks, though he would never admit it. The tension, the stress, the sudden shifts in the company, it was all catching up to him.Grandpa placed a thick folder on the desk in front of Jeff and crossed his arms. “This madness has to stop,” he said, voice low but heavy. “We need a face behind this. Now.”Jeffrey scanned the documents inside and closed the file slowly, almost too calmly.“You know about this?” Grandpa snapped.Jeffrey nodded. “Grandpa, I’m the CEO of Lu’s Corporation. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if I didn’t?”“And you didn’t deem it fit to tell me?”Jeffrey sighed and leaned back in his chair. “And what? Spike your blood pressure? Put you in a hospital bed? We’re already on it, Grandpa. But whoever this is, they’re good. Too good. They know our weakest points, our key contract
"Son, what are you doing here?"Ms. Patricia stood still, her voice softer than usual, touched with rare emotion. She spread her arms, and Andrew walked into them. They hugged for a few seconds, tight and warm, before pulling apart."I wanted to surprise you," Andrew said, his voice tinged with a thick Spanish accent that revealed years of living in Mexico."Sit, son," she said, gesturing to the sofa.They sat together in the plush living room that radiated elegance. The walls were soft cream, the lighting low and golden, and every piece of furniture sat perfectly in place. Andrew looked around like he was searching for something."Your taste has always been good, Mum. I love the aesthetic," he said.Patricia smiled faintly. She had once dreamed of becoming an interior decorator. Fate had written another script for her, but the passion never left."Thank you, Andrew. How was your trip? You didn’t give me a heads-up that you were coming. I would have picked you up from the airport.""I
“You better start talking!” Julia's voice was slightly above high, she didn’t have her normal jovial look..Tim stood there with unbothered face, halfway through buttoning his shirt, unsure if it was too early for this kind of confrontation or if it was already too late. But one thing was certain, he wasn’t cut out for another shit of drama, is just too early for that.“I was here right after your closing time,” she continued, arms folded across her chest, her brows tightly knotted. “I waited for three good hours. Three! You didn’t show up, you didn’t call. Nothing. I had to go back home to my mum in the middle of the night because she needed my attention.”There was no calm in her tone, no patience either.Tim let out a breath, not of relief but of frustration. Lately, every conversation with Julia had become an argument, a stretch of war between logic and emotion. His relationship had begun to feel like another weight on his already heavy shoulders.“I went to a carnival,” he replie
Jeffrey burst through the door of the mansion, gripping Angelie’s hand as they ran inside. Their hearts were still pounding from the deep scream they heard inside, unsure of what awaited them. As they turned the corner to the staircase, his eyes locked onto Amaya, sprawled at the foot of the stairs, clutching her ankle in visible pain."Amaya!" Jeffrey rushed to her, dropping to his knees beside her. "Are you okay?"Amaya winced, her voice weak. "My leg... I think I twisted it. I can’t walk. I was trying to go to the kitchen and refill my jug with water... I slipped."Within seconds, the commotion had drawn the rest of the household. Morris, Lucas, Grandpa Lu, and Anita all hurried out, their footsteps echoing across the large space.Lucas was the first to get to her side. "Mum, what happened?"Morris scanned her ankle, now swollen. "Did you hit it hard? Are you sure it’s not fractured?""She probably twisted it coming down the stairs," Jeffrey said. He carefully lifted her in his arms
"Julia."Tim’s heart leaped into his throat as he stared at the woman across the crowd, her back turned, her hair styled the same way Julia always packed it, her frame strikingly familiar. He had no idea what he’d say if it were her. Maybe he’d stammer an apology or freeze altogether. But when she turned, everything inside him relaxed. It wasn’t Julia. Just someone who looked like her.He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he held, his chest finally loosening.Isabella appeared beside him, laughing lightly. "You okay there? You looked like you saw a ghost."Tim forced a smile. "Just... thought I recognized someone.""Well," she grinned, tugging on his sleeve, "come on. Let’s eat that!" She pointed excitedly at a street vendor handing out dried meat with spicy sauce.*******************The heavy door of a private jet opened. A woman stepped out in a sleek black dress that fell below her knees, her form-fitting jacket cinching at her body, long, thick hair flowed past her shoulders,