ANMELDENOliviaA soft knock echoed through the apartment.I glanced toward the door before setting my laptop aside and making my way over.When I pulled it open, Axel stood outside, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers while the other rested casually by his side.The moment our eyes met, a small smile found its way onto my lips."Hey.""Hi." I stepped aside. "Come in."He walked inside, his gaze briefly sweeping across the living room before settling on me again."Would you like something to drink?" I asked. "Coffee? Wine?""Just water is fine.""Okay."I headed into the kitchen, poured a glass of cold water, and returned a few moments later."Here.""Thank you."He accepted it with a nod, took a slow sip, then placed the glass carefully on the coffee table."How's your mother doing?"His question immediately softened my expression."She's really getting better," I replied with a relieved nod. "The doctor said she just needs enough rest now."He nodded. "That's good to hear."There
Jasmine"So... it's you?"The words slipped from my lips with disgust as I stared across the deserted port at the woman standing several feet away from me.Jenny merely lifted her chin higher. There wasn't the slightest trace of shame on her face. Instead, she smiled.A smug... infuriating smile."Yes," she admitted without hesitation. "It was me. I was the one who sent that message."I let out a loud scoff.Of course it was.Who else could it have been?After speaking with the building management, she was the last person seen entering Carl's apartment.I shook my head, muttering beneath my breath. "Carl really was blind."Jenny frowned."He couldn't even tell that the woman he was keeping around was nothing more than a gold digger."The moment the words left my mouth, her expression darkened."You have no right to call me names, Jasmine!"Her voice echoed sharply through the nearly empty harbor."So what if I'm a gold digger?" she snapped, pointing a finger directly at me. "What does
AaronMy hospital bills... weren't paid?I froze, my eyes widening in disbelief as I slowly turned to look at Mother."...What?"Mother seemed to shrink where she stood. Her shoulders curled inward as if she wished she could just disappear into the floor.I stared at her, my mind refusing to process what I'd just heard."What... does that mean? Why weren't my hospital bills paid?"The room fell silent. Dr. Ali glanced between the two of us before letting out a quiet sigh."I'll give both of you some time to talk," he said gently. "Once you've discussed everything, we can also discuss how the payment will be handled."With one final look at Mother, he quietly turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.I turned to stare at Mother."Start talking."She remained rooted to the spot."Now!"My voice cracked through the room like a whip, making her flinch violently."What is the meaning of this?" I demanded. "Didn't you tell me Vincent had already sorted out every
Aaron"Easy now, Mr. Aaron."The nurse's calm voice cut through the room as she slipped another pillow behind my back."Don't stress yourself.""I know," I muttered, letting out a quiet breath as I shifted my weight.A dull ache still lingered in my chest, but it wasn't nearly as unbearable as it had been a few days ago. My muscles felt weak from lying in bed for so long, yet every passing day seemed to bring back a little more strength."There," she said with a satisfied smile after adjusting the pillow. "Is that better?"I leaned back carefully before giving her a small nod."Much better."She wheeled the overbed table closer before placing the breakfast tray directly in front of me. The aroma of freshly cooked eggs immediately drifted into the air."There you go, Mr. Aaron."A neatly folded napkin rested beside the plate. There was an omelette, toast, sliced fruit, and a cup of warm tea."If you need anything at all, just press the call button." She pointed toward the small remote
OliviaThe drive to the hospital felt endless.My fingers trembled around the steering wheel as I weaved through traffic, my heart pounding so violently that every beat echoed in my ears. I had barely been able to think straight ever since Sam's frantic phone call."Mom is in the hospital..."Those four words had been enough to drain every ounce of color from my face.I kept replaying them over and over again during the drive, praying silently that I wouldn't be too late... praying that whatever had happened wasn't as bad as my imagination kept making it.By the time I arrived, I hurried through the hospital corridors, searching for the ward number Sam had given me.Please...Please be okay.I reached the door, and without wasting another second, I pushed it open.The first thing I saw was my mother.She lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes closed peacefully as if she were only taking a nap.Beside her sat Sam. The moment he noticed me, he immediately stood."Sis..."My feet carr
Jasmine The key slid into the lock with a soft click. For a brief second, I frowned. The door wasn't fully shut. "What the..." I slowly pushed the door open. The sight that greeted me made me stop dead in my tracks. "What the hell?" The living room looked as if a hurricane had swept through it. The couch had been shoved halfway across the room, one of its cushions ripped open, with the stuffing spilling onto the floor. The coffee table had been overturned, its legs sticking awkwardly into the air. The shelves had been emptied, their contents scattered everywhere. Books lay torn and trampled, picture frames had been smashed, and broken pieces of glass glittered beneath the afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows. Even the cabinet doors had been flung open. Everything had been turned upside down. I stood frozen at the entrance. What was the meaning of this? How did someone get inside? I had personally locked Carl's apartment after his death. I still had
Axel I sat beside my father’s hospital bed, my mind utterly blank. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there like that—staring at the steady rise and fall of his chest, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside him. Could it really be true? Could Father have been marri
Jasmine My eyes instantly widened in shock. Did I hear that right? Did she really just say that? Vincent’s… first wife? Wait... No. That couldn’t be right. That had to be some kind of a joke, right? I looked at the woman standing in front of Axel… Sarah, who looked far too calm for someone wh
Axel The hospital lights were the first thing I noticed when I pushed through the revolving doors and rushed forward. Derek and Jose were right behind me, walking as fast as I was as I thought of one person… My father. The call had come last night when I was in an urgent meeting with some of our
Olivia Earlier that same day… “…and that is why strategic alignment remains the backbone of sustainable business management,” the lecturer said as he paced slowly across the front of the hall. “No matter how brilliant an idea may appear, without structure and accountability, it will eventually







