âUrgh!â Alessia groaned, frustration etched on her face as she sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that night.She was sitting at the kitchen table, her laptop open in front of her, surrounded by stacks of papers and empty coffee cups.Milo, her precocious five-year-old son, looked up from his book, âThe Art of Electronics,â curiosity twinkling in his eyes.Finally unable to contain himself, he blurted out, âMommy, are you in love?âAlessia snapped out of her daze and stared at Milo, her surprise evident. âWhat? What did you just say?âMilo maintained his serious expression, studying his mother intently. âMommy, what kind of person is he?âAlessia was taken aback once again, her mind racing to comprehend her sonâs sudden curiosity about her love life.But Milo had a determined look on his face, as if silently saying, âMommy, donât lie to me.âShe sighed, realising that she couldnât escape this conversation. âNo. Milo, Mommy is focused on you and doesnât need a boyfriend. Iâm
Alessia looked at Veronica with surprise. âDid someone follow you? Or are you bringing home a guest?ââNo.â Veronica shook her head. âI took the elevator up by myself. Didnât see anyone.âShe turned the doorknob.The door swung open, revealing a striking figure in a sleek grey suit.His intense gaze penetrated the room, scanning its occupants without so much as a blink.In a heartbeat, his eyes locked onto Alessiaâa tumultuous mix of emotions ignited between them.The manâs eyes, filled with longing and weariness, spoke of a bitter struggle against the whims of fate.âAlessia?â His voice quivered.And there he stood, Brayden, a ghost from Alessiaâs past she hadnât laid eyes on in ages.Time had etched its marks upon his once-youthful face, leaving traces of sorrow in his weary eyes.The years had woven a complex tapestry of feelings between them, now laid bare in this unexpected reunion.Alessia, once happily entangled with a twenty-one-year-old Brayden at the tender age of eighteen,
Milo nodded obediently, casting one last curious glance at Brayden before retreating to his room.As the door closed, Alessia and Brayden were left alone, the weight of their shared history hanging heavily in the air.After a long while, Brayden couldnât help but break the silence. âWell, you have a smart son.âAlessiaâs eyes narrowed as she stared at Brayden.âIâm afraid youâve forgotten that I did not give birth to only one son, but two,â she retorted, her tone sharp and cutting.Braydenâs face froze, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet Alessiaâs piercing eyes.Guilt washed over him, etching lines of remorse on his handsome face.Alessia observed him closely, her lips pursed.âSorry, Alessia,â Brayden muttered, his eyes filled with bitterness. âI blame myself all these years.âAlessiaâs eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and sadness.She locked her gaze with Braydenâs, her sharpness cutting through the tension.âYour sister and I both. Weâre really sorry for what happened to the
âConnie is such a weirdo. I canât stand her,â Veronica grumbled after dinner. âI hope she doesnât show up here unannounced like Brayden did.ââIâm with you,â Alessia said as she dealt with the dishes.Veronica yawned. âYou know, Iâve always thought she was up to no good.ââVeronicaââ Alessia tried to interject.âListen, when our dad died, Connie took control of the family finances. She didnât give me a dime, and I had to bust my ass to pay for my own education. Iâve had it with her, especially these past five years.âAlessia sighed, her heart heavy.Sheâd had a lot of time to reflect, and she couldnât deny there was a kernel of truth to Veronicaâs words.âYou know, Iâve thought a lot about that nightâConnie, Brayden, and the stranger whoâs Miloâs father. It feels like a setup, and I thinkâĶI think thereâs a slight chance Connie might be involved,â Alessia revealed.âYes, youâre finally catching on!â Veronica exclaimed, slapping her thigh. âBrayden was supposed to be your husband, but C
Alessia saw the shock and doubt in his eyes. âWe donât want the same things. We were never really right for each other.âBefore Brayden could say anything more, she looked past his shoulder. âConnieâs here.âPanic washed over Brayden, freezing him in place.Alessia sneered.As Brayden slowly turned around, he scanned the street.Connie was nowhere to be seen.He stood there, stunned, realising he had been played by Alessia.âYou just lied to me,â Brayden muttered.Alessia folded her arms. âSomeone who gets terrified at the mere mention of his wifeâs name, do you really think heâs capable of filing for divorce? What a joke!âShe turned around, but she had barely taken two steps before finding herself abruptly swept off her feet.âAhââ she screamed, her voice filled with terror.âIâm sorry,â Brayden said, his grip firm as he carried her towards the car.âBrayden, you jerk! Put me down!â Alessia shouted, her hands clawing at him in desperation.But Brayden refused to let go, ignoring her
A minute ago, Logan was just getting out of his car when he spotted Alessia dashing madly down the street.Her hair was a mess, her eyes filled with panic.And as her skirt billowed in the wind, he caught glimpses of her bare legs.He immediately stepped up to intercept her.âNo one is after you,â Logan reassured her.Alessia checked and double-checked.She was on a different street now, Brayden or his car nowhere to be seen.She breathed out a long sigh, finally allowing herself to relax.Only then did she realise that she had been gripping Loganâs arms tightly, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket.âSorry.â She hastily released her hold.Frowning, Logan assessed Alessiaâs flustered state.In one swift motion, he removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her waist, tying up the sleeves to secure its position.The jacket still carried his warmth, and Alessiaâs pounding heart finally settled.She looked at his downcast eyes as he bent low to tie the jacket around her wai
Alessia cast a nervous glance at Terence in the driverâs seat and whispered, âMr Wilde.ââYes?â Logan leaned closer, the corners of his lips curving up.âWe are in a public place.ââNo, we are not. This is my car, my private domain.â Logan took a whiff of her shampoo.Not citrusy this time; she must have changed it.This one smelled like coconut, but just as intoxicating.Alessia leaned back as far as she could, regretting her decision to get in the car.She seemed to have jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire.Loganâs breath sprayed against her neck and the curve of her shoulder.And in that moment, Alessia confirmed what she had been thinking earlierâthey were different, Brayden and Logan.While the formerâs touch could make her bile rise, the latterâs would send her pulse racing andâĶinexplicably, wanting more.The realisation struck Alessia as absurd.A little embarrassed by what she was thinking, Alessia averted her gaze, willing herself to ignore Loganâs presence, whic
Some small measure of confidence returned.Alessia stared at Logan.âWhat are you doing?â He couldnât ignore her laser-like focus on his face.âWaiting to see if your nose is growing longer.ââWhat?â He frowned.âLike Pinocchio.ââPinocchio? You think Iâm lying?âAlessia rolled her eyes. âIâll have confirmation soon, when your nose grows to the size of an elephantâs trunk.âLogan chuckled. âYou know, some say a manâs nose size is proportionate to his s*xual prowess.âHe winked at her. âIs that why you are so interested in my nose?âAlessia pulled back and made a face. âSo typical. Itâs just like a man to turn everything into s*x. Itâs an obsession.ââYou are the one whoâs obsessed with my nose.â Logan countered.âIâm not!â Alessia raised her voice.âHigher pitch in your voice, averted gaze. You are lying.âAlessia snorted derisively. âYouâd know, since you yourself are such an expert liar.âLogan clicked his tongue. âIs that any way to talk to someone who just saved your ass?âHe laug
The city lights shimmered through the window, casting a soft glow over Alessiaâs hotel room.She sank into the plush armchair, exhaling a weariness that settled deep into her bones.The day had been a whirlwind of interviews and deadlines, leaving her both physically and mentally drained.With a flick of her wrist, she loosened the tight bun that held her long hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders in unruly waves.The laptop on the polished mahogany table beckoned, a testament to the professional demands that consumed her day.Alessia leaned forward, fingers dancing across the keys as she organized her interview notes, a meticulous symphony of clicks and clacks.She paused, her gaze shifting to the phone by her side.Two missed calls from an unknown number flashed on the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.For a moment, hope surged through herâperhaps it was Logan.But as she listened to the voicemail, disappointment settled in.It was merely a wrong number, a mundane interrup
With the briefcase in hand, Logan left the office and got in his car.He did not involve Terence; the meeting could be dangerous.Besides, he had backup.Logan raced through the city streets, weaving through traffic with a desperate determination.The clock was ticking, and the warehouse loomed ahead like a dark, ominous secret.As he approached the entrance, the flickering neon lights buzzed overhead, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling walls.Logan stepped into the darkness, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound in the desolate space.A figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a hooded jacket to conceal their identity.Loganâs pulse quickened, his senses on high alert.âI brought the money, now show me Sirena,â he demanded, his voice steady but edged with a simmering rage.The figure chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the cavernous space. âImpatient, arenât we?âHe pulled out a phone from his pocket.With a swift motion, he tapped the screen, and a small screen on th
The city lights glittered below as Alessia and Vince sat in a trendy rooftop bar in Hamborough, taking in the breathtaking view.The change of scenery had indeed granted Alessia a temporary escape from the complexities of her life back in Veridian.Alessia raised her glass, sipping a colourful cocktail. âHereâs to new beginnings and escaping the chaos,â she said with a half-smile.Vince clinked his glass with hers. âTo new beginnings,â he echoed, a faint smile playing on his lips.As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere became more relaxed.The city buzzed around them, providing a backdrop for a momentary reprieve.Alessia found herself enjoying Vinceâs company, appreciating the unspoken connection they had cultivated over the years.Amidst the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of the city, Alessia sensed an opportunity to share the intricacies of her life.She turned to Vince, her eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and determination.âYou know, Vince, Loganâs first marriage
Loganâs office at Wilde Enterprises was a haven of order in contrast to the chaos unravelling in his personal life.The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bathed the room as he sifted through paperwork, attempting to find solace in the routine of his professional responsibilities.His phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Heathâs name.Loganâs heart skipped a beat as he answered the call, the outside world fading away as he focused on the voice at the other end.âHeath,â Logan greeted, his tone carrying the weight of worry.âWe found her,â Heathâs voice crackled through the phone. âShe was at the BuzzBeat office. Got into a bit of a scuffle with Alessia.âLoganâs temples throbbed in response, the news striking him like a physical blow. âAlessia? Is she okay?âThere was a pause on the line, and Logan could almost feel the hesitation in Heathâs response. âAccording to the colleague who filed the police report, sheâs got a couple of scratches, but otherwise, sheâs fine.âRelief washed
The room was cloaked in a muted glow from the bedside lamp, casting a warm light on the framed photographs that adorned the walls.Sirena moved silently, her eyes scanning each corner of her parentsâ room as she began the meticulous search for anything of value.Ralph was still in intensive care, which meant Naomi wouldnât leave his side, giving Sirena the time she needed for a thorough search.Her fingers brushed against the cool surface of a polished wooden dresser, adorned with small trinkets that echoed the laughter of her childhood.A porcelain figurine, a relic from a family vacation, stood alongside a faded picture of her parents and a much younger Sirena.The memories were bittersweet, a reminder of the life she had left behind.As Sirena opened drawers with deliberate care, the soft rustling of papers mixed with the creak of aged furniture.In one drawer, she found a stack of handwritten letters tied together with a ribbon.Memories of birthday wishes, expressions of love, an
The Veridian airport bustled with a kinetic energy that only a major transport hub could exude.Travellers weaved through the expansive terminal, navigating a sea of bustling crowds and rolling luggage.The air hummed with the constant murmur of announcements, the clatter of footsteps, and the intermittent symphony of departure gates chiming to life.Alessia, her eyes scanning the digital departure board, stood amidst the organized chaos.The Veridian airport, a sprawling architectural marvel, boasted high ceilings adorned with sleek modern designs.Concourse shops beckoned with an array of luxury goods, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air from the bustling cafes.It had been a long time since she flewâjuggling a job and raising two kids hadnât left a lot of time for the luxury of flying.âHey, I thought that was you.â Someone tapped her on the shoulder.Alessia, startled, turned around to find Vince, a smile playing on his lips.âVince, what are you doing he
Naomi scoffed, bitterness lacing her tone. âMake things right? Can you bring back the peace we had before you barged in with your promises and complications?âLogan shook his head. âI canât change the past, Naomi, but I can help with the present. Let me take care of Ralphâs medical bills. Itâs the least I can do.âHer expression hardened, and she retorted, âMoney wonât fix the damage youâve caused. Sirena is missing, Ralphâs heart is failing, and our lives are in shambles. Donât pretend you can fix it with a cheque.âHer words were still ringing in his head hours later.Logan stood on the roof, smoking, lost in thought, until his phone rang with an urgency that cut through the air like a serrated blade.He glanced at the caller ID, and a sinking feeling gripped his stomach as he answered.âLogan, what the hell is going on?â Albertâs voice, usually a bastion of calm, resonated with a furious edge. âAlessia called me, all cold and distant, calling me Mr Wilde instead of Grandpa. And she
âRalph! Naomi, call an ambulance!â Loganâs urgency cut through the stunned silence, and Naomi, her face pale with shock, fumbled for her phone.Panic swirled in the room as Ralph clutched his chest, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.He toppled backwards.âRalph!â Logan caught the old man in time.Within moments, the wail of an ambulance echoed through the quiet neighbourhood.Naomi and Logan hurriedly helped Ralph onto a stretcher, his face strained with agony.The ambulance doors slammed shut, trapping the trio in a suffocating bubble of uncertainty.The ambulance tore through the cityâs arteries, its siren piercing.Inside, the confined space thrummed with urgency.Naomi clung to the edge of her seat, her eyes unblinking as she watched the paramedics work on her husband.Ralph lay supine on the stretcherâhis heart just stopped.The heart monitor emitted a relentless warning beep.Naomiâs hands trembled as she tried to steady herself, the medical jargon exchanged by the paramed
Naomi stirred the simmering chicken soup, the aroma filling the kitchen with warmth.She glanced at Ralph, who was grabbing his keys.âReady to head to the hospital?â he asked.âAbsolutely,â Naomi replied, wiping her hands on her apron. âHand me the thermos.âThey were only allowed to visit Sirena once each day, the visit lasting no longer than half an hour.The doctor explained that the restricted visits were important to establish routine in Sirenaâs life.As they prepared to leave, they heard a knock on the door.Surprised, they exchanged a puzzled glance before opening the door.Standing on their doorstep was Logan. âCan we talk?âNaomi and Ralph exchanged a wary look but nodded, allowing him inside.Logan took a deep breath, eyeing them both. âIâm sure you know why Iâm here. I need Sirena to sign those divorce papers.âIt had been almost three days since Sirenaâs hospitalisation, and Logan had waited long enough.Naomiâs lips trembled. âLogan, we canât believe youâve moved on so