"Chef Sam, someone... is here to see you," said one of the servers of the Pearl Diamond Restaurant on a Friday afternoon. Samantha was just about to finish the lunch service with her team when she was informed of a visitor so formally. She frowned and asked, "Is it, my husband?""No, Chef... It's General Davis," said the food attendant. "What should I say?"Feeling her heart racing, Samantha paled at the name of her father. She repeatedly flickered her eyes for seconds. Only after seeing the strange expression coming from the food attendant and some kitchen staff did she say, "Ummm... Why don't you bring him to the lobby lounge and I'll follow.""Yes, Chef Sam.""You okay?" Matteo asked, seeing her expression. "What's with you and the military? You had the same scared expression when you went to see the Brown couple."Turning to Matteo, Samantha answered, "Ummm... It's a long story. Do you mind taking over?""Of course," said Ma

"You have wrongly represented us - parents! What kind of parents would throw their child out of their home when she is two months pregnant! What?!" Amanda's eyes widened and her voice further raised as she added, "More than the shame of Sam's misreading, I bet people behind your back talked about the shameful act you both had done to the child you call your own!"Amanda had been glaring back and forth at Catherine and Winfield before she added, "If Sarah were alive, she would dare not abandon her own child! Clearly, Winfield, this new wife of yours is BELOW Sarah! She and her daughter even dared to bring up Samantha's past like it was the worst sin on earth!"Amanda's words brought about silence in the room. Everyone saw how Winfield's pride was wounded, and how Catherine's face paled. All the more, when Amanda added, "I wonder what is more sinful, getting pregnant or murder!"Redirecting her gaze to Catherine, Amanda squinted. Her nose flared while

The entire lunch was a mix of silence and awkward exchange, but it was thanks to the children's optimism that the mood lightened up. Kenzie especially walked towards the General and asked, "Grandpa, you did not eat at all. Is there something wrong?"The little girl's pure-hearted probing and gleaming eyes made Winfield sigh. He gasped as he reached for the child's head and said, "I'm not very." He cleared his throat before resuming, "I'm not very hungry.""But grandpa, Mommy always tells me that food is a blessing! Sometimes we only had chocolate porridge, but you have pork and vegetables on your plate. You should eat that grandpa," revealed Kenzie. While he forced a smile at Kenzie, it all the more tightened Winfield's chest. He turned to Samantha and silently asked for an explanation. Even Ethan was looking at his wife, wondering what Kenzie meant. "Um." Samantha pursed her lips as she set aside her utensils. She ex

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS]8PM at Ethan and Samantha's home.With a smile on her face, Samantha lathered lotion on her arms. She looked at herself, facing the vanity table and muttered, "It feel so good to embrace, Dad again."Ethan walked behind her and helped spread the lotion in her other arm. He probed, "Is my wife happy?"Samantha had a gleam in her eyes as she turned to face her husband. She received a peck on the lips before she answered, "I'm very happy, Ethan."She giggled while she let herself be carried in his arms and into the bed. She asked, "Did I ever tell you how happy I am, I married you? I'm not yet done, by the way.""Hmmmm," said Ethan. He lay her on the bed and began to kiss on her neck before he said, "Prove it."Samantha could not help but laugh. She reminded her husband, "I have my period, remember?"A hiss left Ethan's lips before he asked, "When will

Friday, 8 AM.Standing on a rocky cliff of Jansu island, a huge mansion made of bricks and closed grilled windows faced the sea. The same estate stood miles away from the nearby, yet nearly deserted town within the island. The mansion was surrounded by security, guarding its isolated estate against unexpected guests. It was utterly the most protected home on Jansu island.  Jansu island was known for its rough waves, often flooding the coasts. It resulted in many fishermen to lose their homes that several left the island to search anew. Those who remain lingered the peaks of the island, away from the seas. It was essentially one of the most remote islands in the country and rarely were there boats going in and out of the place. From inside the four-story mansion, a man was looking out his grilled windows, holding up a phone in his hand. He had jet black hair, a well-built body, and tanned skin. He stood abou