"The operation itself was successful but Sebastian developed some complications. Partly due to how long it took for him to be brought here. He has Pulmonary Contusion and Hemothorax", the doctor said.The doctor's words hung heavy in the air, a leaden weight pressing down on their collective breath. Relief had morphed into a chilling fear, a new understanding of the precarious hold Sebastian had on life. While the operation itself had been a success, the journey to recovery seemed fraught with unexpected hurdles."Pulmonary contusion and hemothorax," Vettel repeated the doctor's jargon, his voice laced with confusion and growing panic. "Can you… could you explain in simpler terms? What, exactly, is happening to my son?"The doctor, sensing their desperation, softened his tone. "Imagine the lungs as delicate, sensitive balloons," he began. "The trauma from the bullet, even though it missed vital organs, caused bruising and internal bleeding - the contusion - just like if you squeezed th

The air crackled with hesitant anticipation as Greg took the stage, his gaze searching the sea of faces before landing on Nora. With a deep breath, he began, "When I met Nora, falling in love wasn't even a whisper in the wind. In fact, the last year had been a brutal storm, one that nearly cost me my life."His voice, usually composed and confident, held a tremor that resonated with a raw vulnerability. The audience leaned forward, drawn into the gravity of his words. Memories flickered across his mind -Dripping sophistication and charm, Greg was fully dressed in a black tuxedo. He abhorred social gatherings because most of the time he would have to make small talk with people who didn't know him, people who had their hidden agenda. He enjoyed being backstage running his businesses and growing his empire but today was different. Miley made all the difference, Greg was having all the feelings including butterflies flying around in his tummy. Having spent a whole month in Paris with Mi

The air crackled with tension, thick as the smoke curling from the dying fire. Greg's skin prickled under the weight of his brothers' gazes, each one a laser beam of suspicion. He knew the question hanging in the air was a loaded one, a grenade waiting to detonate the fragile peace."Theodore," he began, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger, "this isn't the time or place for this."But his father, Herbert, cut him off, his voice booming like a cannon across the clearing. "Son," he said, his gaze unwavering, "you're a grown man, you're your own master. You don't have to answer to anyone…" He paused, taking a long swig from his beer bottle, the clinking echoing in the silence. "But we're family, Greg. And family thrives on accountability. So, tell us, what did you do with two hundred million dollars?""He bought a property for her", Theodore said.Theodore's pronouncement, like a stone tossed into a still pond, sent ripples of shock through everyone.Greg heard some people in t

The sterile smell of disinfectant washed over Nora as she pushed through the automatic doors of the hospital, Sebastian's mother's distraught voice still echoing in her ears. Each heartbeat thrummed a frantic rhythm against her ribs, an unwelcome counterpoint to the muffled beeps and chimes within.The hallway, once a sterile conduit to healing, now stretched before her like a tunnel of dread. Neon signs cast an eerie glow on pale walls, every passing nurse a spectral reminder of the fragility of life. Her feet, leaden with unspoken fears, led her to the room number etched into her memory. She charged to the ICU Sebastian had been admitted but his bed was occupied by someone else. Panic clawed at Nora's throat as she reached the designated ICU room. Its emptiness slammed into her with the force of a train. Where was Sebastian? Where was his bed, the sterile wires snaking around his still form, the rhythmic beep of the monitor offering a fragile heartbeat of hope? Nora broke into a s

Nora Johnson had always been the quiet, artistic soul, lost in the world of sketchpads and dreams. This summer, those dreams took an unexpected turn at Meadowridge Lake's youth camp.The sun-drenched days were spent beneath the azure sky, the air filled with the laughter of teenagers and the scent of adventure. Meadowridge Lake camp had a magic of its own, and little did Nora know, it was about to sprinkle a bit of that magic into her life.It all began when Veronica, her vivacious friend, spotted Nora stealing glances at a certain someone across the campfire. Alexander Steele, the enigmatic and undoubtedly attractive boy who seemed to carry an air of mischief about him."He looks good to look at, but he, Alexander, can be a royal jerk," Veronica warned, nudging Nora playfully.Nora just smiled, dismissing Veronica's cautionary words. What harm could a summer crush do, after all?True to Veronica's prediction, Vivian, Veronica's twin sister, decided to give Nora the full scoop on Alex