Mathias turned to face Clara, and she immediately understood what he meant. Clara quickly brought out the broken laptop from her bag, her hands shaking slightly as she handed it over to Mathias. “This,” Mathias said, showing the man the laptop with a hint of desperation in his voice. “Let me see it,” the man said, his tone serious and businesslike. He widened his palms for Mathias to place the broken laptop on them, which Mathias did with a deep breath. “How did this happen?” he asked, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of the laptop. “It was a mistake. Tell us, can you fix it or not?” Clara interjected, her voice slightly shaky. “It's damaged really badly, but not beyond repair. However, you will have to show me your receipt first,” the man said, his expression stern. “What receipt?” Clara asked, her confusion evident. “Receipt for the laptop, the one given to you on purchase. I have to know it belongs to you. I can't work on it without seeing the receipt first,” the man explain
“Tell me one thing, why do you keep referring to the child as a "he"? What if the child is actually a "she"? Aren't you even a little curious to know the gender of your own child? This is your own flesh and blood we're talking about. And what if there are actually twins - a boy and a girl? Don't you want to make any effort to find out and see them?" Vivian asked, trying to ignite Eric's curiosity and longing. "....." Damian attempted to speak, but he was too overwhelmed with emotions. Sensing his emotional turmoil, Vivian stood up from her seat and went over to him. "It's okay to be scared of rejection. That doesn't mean you're weak; it only means you have a heart. And like every other heart, it yearns to be loved - the love of a woman, as well as the love of a child," Vivian said gently and empathetically, placing her hand over his heart to feel its beat. Damian stared at her, feeling her compassion and understanding. He could sense that she believed in him as a good man, and that
"You too," Adams said before ending the call, his voice sounding drained and tired. "Who was that?" Lara asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "My friend," Adams replied, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sat down heavily on the bed. "A boy? Or a girl?" she asked, her voice light and playful, trying to cheer him up. "What do you care?" Adams snapped, his words laced with frustration. "Ouch, that hurt my feelings. I do care," she said, her voice filled with concern, as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You looked really tense, why don't I ease your tension a little bit," she suggested, climbing onto the bed and starting to massage his shoulders from the back. She kept massaging his shoulders and whispered words of comfort into his ear, "I know you are thinking of yourself as a prisoner and this huge mansion is your prison cell but it can be something more different than that," she whispered, then turned his face to hers and planted her lips on his, trying to distr
Clara removed the duvet covering her body and then rolled out of bed, feeling exhausted and groggy. As she got up, she stumbled towards the bathroom to wash her face, her eyes still puffy from crying. Opening the tap water in the sink, she sprinkled some of the running water on her face with both hands, hoping to feel refreshed. "Why do I keep having nightmares?" she asked her reflection in the mirror, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. She splashed the water on her head from her blonde hair to the rest of her face, then dried it up with a face towel, trying to calm herself down. Meanwhile, her mom, Dr. Ellen, was at the door stairs in the kitchen making breakfast, her mind still reeling from her encounter with her long-lost lover, Damian. She tried her best to focus on her cooking, but her hands were shaking as she cracked the eggs, her heart still racing with emotions. She was baking some cake in the oven and had eggs waiting to be fried also. She was busy with her kitc
“You are right, in everything you said. I am heartless, and I won't deny that fact. I am not a good guy, in fact, I am as bad as they come. I can end someone's life as fast as you can blink an eye, and yes, I killed those men, but in fact, they weren't people, nor were they innocent, as you are trying to paint them,” Damian said coldly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. Vivian could feel her heart racing in her chest, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. “What do you mean they weren't people?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why don't I tell you more while seated? Or are you scared I would hurt you too?” Damian said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, making Vivian feel even more uneasy. “I am not scared of you,” she said, trying to sound brave, but her voice trembled slightly. “Good, then let me have a seat, and I will tell you everything. It's quite a juicy tale,” Damian said, and Vivian couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could find plea
"I promise... but what do you think they want again this time?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "He said they want my end. I think they want to finish what their ancestors couldn't 300 years ago – to end the great reign of Eric Damian," he said plainly. "But that's impossible, right? I mean, you are immortal and all that. They surely know they stand no chance coming up against you," Vivian said, her voice filled with disbelief and confusion. "Well, they are no fools. Something really strange is happening in this town. Witches hate vampires, especially witches from the Red Spider coven. They view vampires as a great plague on the earth, and they would not hesitate to kill one when they have the chance... but clearly, the man that attacked you and is pretending to be me is a vampire, and he is clearly working with the witches. A vampire, a member of the Red Spider Coven? I never thought I would see such a day," Damian said, his voice laced with shock and disbelief. "So, what
"I am glad you all love old folks as much as I do, even more so from all your comments. And I must say, it's really rare for teenagers like yourselves to sacrifice their fun weekend to help the elderly. I was really surprised but impressed when Mrs. Henry called me and informed me that some of the kids in school wanted to help out in the old house," Mr. Mike said, his eyes scanning over the group with a mix of gratitude and admiration. "Crafty old bitch!" Anna cursed silently when Mr. Mike was speaking, her face contorted in anger. "Did you say something?" Mr. Mike asked as he saw Anna's mouth move, his forehead creasing with concern. "Nothing, I said nothing. I am just wondering, are you the only one taking care of all these old people? Don't you have other workers here?" Anna said, quickly improvising, her tone laced with skepticism. "Well, this isn't a corporate work where you get paid weekly wages nor a government facility. It's a private establishment owned by myself, and I re
Lara walked straight to meet Lucian, placing the pipe into his mouth before lighting it up for him. As she made to leave, Lucian drew her closer to his body by pulling her waist towards him. His hand gradually moved down her body until he grabbed hold of one of her butt cheeks, squashing it, while staring into Adams' eyes. The latter reacted to what was happening with a deep swallow of saliva, feeling a mix of shock and discomfort. He drew on the pipe, the smoke curling around her face as he puffed it out in circles before giving her a passionate kiss. The kiss ended with him smacking her butt, leaving her feeling both excited and apprehensive. “You so so sweet Lara dear,” he said, his voice husky with desire as he continued puffing his pipe. Just then, one of his men entered the room, interrupting their intimate moment. “My Alpha, we have located Rodriguez's hideout,” the man said. Lucian's expression hardened, and a wicked smile spread across his face. “Get the car ready. Adams, g