Jeffrey was pacing through the hospital corridor, he was sweating through his skin, his heart hammering painfully against his ribs. Every tick of the wall clock hung on the wall felt like a drumbeat in his head. When he finally spotted the doctor emerging from the ICU, he ran over to him, almost pushing him down.There is something about hospitals that makes him weak in the knees."Doctor! How is he? Is Grandpa okay?" he asked, his voice raw with worry.The doctor’s face was a mixture of calm and fatigue. "Let's talk in my office," he said, motioning for Jeffrey to follow.Inside the office, Jeffrey sank into the chair across from the doctor's desk, barely breathing. On a normal day, he is a man of patience, but today is entirely different. "He suffered a panic-induced heart attack," the doctor explained, his voice even. "It seems like something triggered a massive spike in his blood pressure. Luckily, he was brought in just in time. But, I must say, we need to keep him under serious
The little café nestled on the corner of the busy street was the perfect blend of cozy and elegant. Soft jazz played in the background, and the scent of fresh coffee beans mixed with the sweet aroma of pastries. People were going round their normal business, winter is almost gone. Jeffrey sat by the window, dressed in a simple white shirt and dark jeans, yet somehow managing to look like he belonged on the cover of a high-end magazine. His dark hair was effortlessly styled, and the way he sipped his coffee, his long fingers wrapped around the cup, made several women passing by steal glances.But he wasn’t just paying attention to any, he had a lot on his mind.He checked his watch once, twice, and he hates waiting for long Anita stepped in, wearing a soft blue dress beneath her legs. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes were puffy from crying. She spotted Jeffrey instantly and rushed over."I wish Grandpa would just wake up," she said, her voice cracking as she sat opposite him. "
Angelie ran out of the hospital gates, the doctor's words echoing in her mind. Pregnant? How? She hadn't been with anyone. Not Lucas, not Jeffrey, not anyone.Is this the immaculate conceptionThe sky was beginning to darken, but Angelie didn't notice. Her legs moved aimlessly, taking her down unfamiliar streets. She didn't have a destination, she just needed to breathe.Thousands of questions raced through her mind, but no answers came."ARGGHH!" she cried out, dropping to her knees in the middle of the quiet road, tears streaming down her face.Hours later, she returned to their room. She looked like a ghost of herself.The door swung open, and Flora nearly jumped."What happened to you?! I've been sick and worried! I regretted letting you go alone!" Flora exclaimed, her hands flying around dramatically.Angelie didn't say a word. She trudged to her bed, curling up under the duvet."Hey! You owe me an explanation! You’ve been gone for hours, and you come back looking like a soaked c
The silence was heavy, thick with tension as Grandpa Lu grabbed Fred by the collar of his jacket, his face red with rage."This is not the time to play pranks, Fred! Tell Jeffrey to come out now! You can't keep the guests waiting!" His voice boomed across the beach, drawing everyone's attention.Anita rushed over, her heels digging into the soft sand. "Yes! Grandpa is right! Remember, the doctor warned us not to trigger him. This joke is an expensive one! Tell him to come out already, I need to take the perfect picture before my make up begins to break"All eyes were now glued to Fred, waiting for him to admit it was just a poorly-timed joke. Lucas, chewing gum with zero care for the gravity of the situation, leaned against a pole, bored out of his mind. He was only here because Amaya had insisted.Fred swallowed hard. "Unfortunately, this is not a joke. We were attacked on our way here. They took Jeffrey with them."The words seemed to rip the very air apart. Grandpa Lu staggered ba
Angelie sat quietly, her hands playing with her skirt in a tense manner, as she finally found the courage to speak."I don't even know where to start," she said, her voice as low as ever. Damien watched her patiently, giving her all the time she needed. He knew she needed to feel safe first.And so, she told him everything.The marriage, how she had to accept Lucas. The sacrifices she made for her brother, Tim. The complicated entanglement with Jeffrey. And finally, the most confusing part of it all, the pregnancy she couldn't explain.Angelie let out a loud laugh as tears welled in her eyes. "I know it's all messed up. I don't even know why I'm telling you all this," she said, half-laughing, half-crying.Damien reached across the garden and took her hand firmly, removing her hair strands from entering her eyes."You don't have to apologize," he said. "And no… this doesn't change anything."Angelie looked at him, stunned."You deserve to be happy, Angelie. You deserve every good thin
"You will end up hurting yourself, sir."The voice was calm, deep, and unfamiliar. Jeffrey raised his head slowly from where he lay on the cold garden soil. His breath was heavy, and his arm had a steady stream of blood trickling down from the wound he sustained while trying to escape. Standing in front of him was a tall man, at least 6.5 feet, built like a bodyguard, with dark eyes that didn't blink much. He extended his hand, expecting Jeffrey to take it. But Jeff, fueled by defiance, ignored it."What exactly do you people want from me? Money? My blood?" Jeff barked, his voice fueled with frustration and desperation. "I won’t sit in this place, sleeping and waking up, and eating your food like a damn prisoner! For all I know, it's poisoned."The man didn't flinch."We can have the chef taste your food before every meal if that will give you peace of mind. But we will not harm you. You must stop trying to escape," he pointed to Jeffrey's arm, "or this will be the result each time."
The boardroom buzzed with agitation as Lucas tried to mask the anxiety tightening in his chest with a well-rehearsed smile. His voice barely settled when the heavy doors opens, and silence filled the room for a minute.He stepped in, dressed immaculately in an all-white suit, his silver hair combed back as always. Not a hint of a smile touched his lips. His presence swallowed the noise, and all murmurs died instantly.Lucas' eyes widened. He hadn’t expected this. He thought his grandfather would still be in bed, recovering, or nursing his health. Lucas had planned to manipulate the board into naming him acting CEO before anyone else caught wind of Jeffrey’s disappearance."What is going on here?" Grandpa Lu's voice cut through the thick tension, loud and unmistakably dominant."You're here..." Lucas murmured, almost under his breath."I said," Grandpa Lu repeated, his tone stronger this time, "what is going on here?"Mr. Smith, a seasoned board member with little patience for drama, s
"Dad!"Jeffrey could barely believe his eyes. Standing right before him, tall and composed, was his father. He would have doubted his sight, but his nose wouldn’t be wrong as well, his father always stuck to a particular brand of perfume, and this fragrance would always give him out. A small smirk curved at the edges of Morris’ lips."Who else would have the mind to challenge a Lu, if not a Lu?" Morris replied smoothly, stepping further into the room.Before Jeffrey could fully process the situation, Fred walked in."Fred!"Jeffrey rubbed his head, as if trying to wake himself from a dream or perhaps a well-crafted nightmare."Sit, son," Morris gestured toward the sofa.Jeffrey remained standing, staring at both of them, his voice rising. "Is this some kind of prank? What is going on? And this whole abduction, are you aware of it?"Morris calmly sat down on the couch by the window, his eyes tracing the garden view outside. "Yes, son. I planned everything."Jeffrey’s mouth hung open. H
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,