Back at the Anderson mansion, Felix heard the news that Marianne's mom had just woken up from the coma. He wanted to visit her, but then, he remembered what he promised to Marianne, and he wanted to make up things right with Charlotte. The days that followed brought gradual changes to the Anderson mansion. Felix, determined to make amends, started spending more time with Charlotte. They went for walks in the garden, shared meals, and engaged in conversations that went beyond the surface. The atmosphere within the mansion began to shift, a tentative sense of healing permeating the once-strained walls. Charlotte, too, found herself opening up to Felix. The apology he had offered, coupled with his sincere efforts to be present, created a bridge between them. As they navigated the complexities of their relationship, Charlotte discovered a side of Felix she hadn't seen in a long time—the side that cared, the side that wanted to make things right. One sunny day, Charlotte went inside a

The following day, Felix never went home as he was too busy and focused on who was the hacker. The atmosphere in the Anderson mansion remained tense as the family awaited updates on the cyberattack. Ramon, restless and concerned, spent the night in his study, making calls and receiving briefings from Felix and the IT team. Daisy and Charlotte took turns staying by their father's side, offering support and reassurance. As morning light filtered through the windows, Ramon's phone buzzed with a message from Felix. The patriarch quickly opened the message, hopeful for positive news. "Father, we've made progress in identifying the source of the attack. It seems there might be an internal breach. Our IT team is working on isolating the compromised systems and securing our data. I'll keep you updated as we make further advancements. - Felix" Ramon sighed with a mixture of relief and frustration. "At least they're making progress," he muttered to himself. Meanwhile, two men having a conve

Marianne was already inside her bed as she thought of Felix. She felt so guilty after knowing what he had been through. A deep sigh came out of her mouth as she lay down on her bed. A tear escaped from her eyes as she felt so sorry for Felix. "How I wish I knew about your past, Felix," she stammered as tears continued to flow from her eyes. Her mother leaned against the door and sighed. She then let Marianne cry, she thought that letting her do what she wants makes her heart feel better. Emma slowly walked away from her daughter's room and headed back to the kitchen to prepare something for her. In the kitchen, Emma prepared a light snack for Marianne, contemplating the complexities of life and the unexpected turns it could take. As she sliced some fresh fruits, her mind wandered back to the news about the Anderson family. The hacking incident had shaken the foundation of their business empire, and Emma couldn't help but wonder about the ripple effects on Felix. Her thoughts we

One day, while exploring a charming coastal town, Marianne stumbled upon a beach. She went to the shore and sat down on the shore. As she looked into the sea, her eyes started to tear up. "Why! Why am I living like this? How can I move on from this!" she raged as she continued to tear up. On the other hand, a painter on the other side heard the scream near him. He looked around, but it seemed like there was no one. He continued to paint, but the loud screams and sobs continued, which caused him unfocused on his work. Curiosity getting the better of him, the painter decided to investigate the source of the cries. He followed the sound, winding his way through the narrow streets until he reached the beach. There, he found Marianne, sitting alone, with the waves crashing gently against the shore. He observed the girl from a distance and sighed, he then walked closer to her and handed a handkerchief to her. "Here Ms. use this for the time being." Marianne looked up, startled by th

Nate turned to leave, but he changed his mind. He pulls the trigger on his side and shoots the man. The gunshot echoed through the desolate building, and the hacker crumpled to the ground, clutching his side in pain. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and Nate stood there, his expression cold and determined. "You think you can threaten me with exposure?" Nate spat, his voice low and filled with rage. "I won't let anyone jeopardize what I've built." The hacker groaned, writhing in pain. "You... you can't... just eliminate me." Nate's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity. "I can, and I will protect my interests at any cost." Nate's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the darkened streets. The gunshot still echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the darkness he had willingly embraced. His thoughts wandered back to a past filled with pain and loss, a past that fueled the flames of revenge burning within him. Ten years ago... Nate Brown'