SAVANNAHAs I lay there in the hospital bed, the memories of the accident continue to flash through my mind. It was a terrifying experience, and the thought that someone might have intentionally targeted me sends shivers down my spine.I'm relieved to hear from the doctor that I seem physically okay, aside from the concussion and minor injuries. However, the emotional trauma of the incident lingers. I'm getting discharged today, and Dominic specifically told the doctor not to release me unless he's here, which leaves me wondering if he feels something more for me.Closing my eyes, I try to push away the fear and anxiety that have settled in my chest. I focus on the sounds of the hospital, the quiet hum of machinery, and the distant voices of nurses and patients. It's a reassuring backdrop that I'm alive and nothing's wrong with me.I know I'll need time to process what happened, and I can't help but wonder who would want to harm me. The mystery of it all weighs heavily on my mind as I

DOMINICI'm driving Savannah home, and her head rests on the wheel with her eyes closed. I reach over to the console and hold her hands in mine. Her eyes flash to me, and she sends me a gentle smile.Her father's words keep playing, but I push them aside. Telling her how I feel is not an option.“What are you thinking about?” I look up to see her looking at me, her eyes blinking.“Just work,” I lie through my teeth. “And your health,” that's partially true.She nods, “I'm fine now.” She says as she rests her hands on my thigh. I look down, and she doesn’t even look like she knows that’s what she’s doing.“I know. Have you decided on the offer to take over the contract?” I ask, thinking it is another way I can have my eyes on her at all times.She nods, “I have.”“What did you decide?” I ask casually as if I'm not dying on the inside to know.“I'm going to accept.” Yes. I nod, trying to play it off, but I'm excited she chose this. It means I can monitor her safely when she's at the offi

MR SEBASTIANS KNIGHTSMy confession hangs heavy in the air as I watch the emotions play across Savannah's face. She listens intently to my words, her eyes filled with shock, sadness, and relief.“I did a DNA test,” she gasps. “But not while she was pregnant. Your mother wouldn't allow me to be near her, so I waited until she gave birth.” I can see the weight of my actions hitting her, and I continue, feeling a need to explain myself. “I know it wasn't the right thing to do, but I was desperate; I needed to know if you were mine, and when the DNA result came back positive, I found light in my dark life. I found you.”Her tears continue to flow, but she smiles through them. “Then why did you leave me?”I gently cup her face in her hands, my thumbs wiping away her tears. “I never wanted to. I wanted to fight for you, but your grandfather threatened me; he told me he’d give you to an orphanage, and I'd never find you if I decided to stick around.”Her voice trembles as she asks, “Did Mom k

SAVANNAHEvans and I have just arrived at one of Dad's hotels, and to be honest, I am feeling extremely exhausted. He's currently in the bathroom while I sit on the couch.Dad's explanations about Evans not being my brother are a lot to handle right now. I flip my phone on to see six missed calls from Dominic and numerous messages.Yeah, he's worried. I dial Dominic’s number, and he answers immediately. “I've been calling you.”I sigh. “I know, and I'm fine. Could you come and pick me up?”“At your mom's place?”“No, I'm at one of Dad’s hotels, The Palace.”“I'm on my way.” He hangs up, and I lift my head to see Evans walking out of the bathroom.“Is everything okay? Do you like the area?” He looks around the room, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty in his eyes. “I Can't afford this.”He looks around the room, prompting me to do the same. The room boasts warm, rich, deep red and gold decor adorned with pretty pictures and decorations of ancient art, creating a homely look.My eyes wan

SOPHIAI'm sitting on my bed, holding my phone, contemplating whether to call Dad. Mom has forbidden me from having any contact with him, even though initially, I thought Dad would come home, but he hasn't.As I sit in my spacious room, I can't help but feel a sense of loneliness. The room is large, almost too big for one person, and the space is a glaring reminder that I'm not with whom I should be with Dominic.I sigh and glance around at the luxurious furnishings and high-end decor, which I handpicked because I didn't want anyone else designing my room or choosing stupid colors.My eyes drift to the window, and I see the cityscape outside, a sea of lights stretching out into the distance. It's a beautiful sight, but right now, it only serves to remind me that I'm in the wrong mansion.I bite my nails as I dial Dad's number and flop on the bed. My eyes catch the chandelier, and I count the crystals while waiting for him to answer.“Hello,” Dad's voice comes through as the line connec