Semua Bab Dangerous Love by a Billion: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Creed stayed in town for months, desperately searching for Amara, but the more he tried, the clearer it became they were gone. As if the earth itself had swallowed them whole.Every trail went dead. Every face he asked shook their heads. Amara... his sweet Amara... was nowhere to be found.With no leads left, he returned to the US, where his life was slowly rebuilding. But no matter how much success he found, the memory of Amara haunted him.He had lost her, but the promise to find her again no matter what never left his heart.….…………………………………."Mr. Creed, please, go have a seat," the man said politely, directing him toward the high table.Creed nodded stiffly as he made his way up there. "Good evening," he muttered to the other powerful figures already seated.As they sat down, his eyes wandered restlessly across the room and then they landed on someone.Slowly, almost involuntarily, Creed rose to his feet, his chair crashing against the marble floor with a loud scrape.She walked

"Sir... we were so sure about it. We saw her leaving the house," one of the men stammered, his voice shaky with fear.Mr. Creed slowly turned to face them. His eyes, dark with rage, locked onto the man like a predator. The way he stared made the room feel colder...like all the warmth had been sucked out."You saw her leave?" he repeated, his voice low and deadly. His gaze blazed with fury, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then, without warning, he grabbed the man by the shoulder."You said you saw her?" he barked, his voice shaking with suppressed wrath. His hand trembled with anger.The man flinched, trying to keep his voice steady. "Y...yes, sir... I did," he choked out, his neck reddening under Creed’s grip.He was about to speak again when Creed suddenly shoved him to the ground.Without hesitation, Creed snatched the gun from Tyresse’s side and, in one swift move, fired at the two men.Bang. Bang."Fools," he muttered coldly, eyes unblinking as he stared at their lifeless bo

Mr. Creed paced back and forth, the neurologist's words looped through his mind. "Not literally. But placing her in an environment that mimics the original setting... even the scent of smoke, certain visuals, sounds... it might help trigger something. However, I must be clear: this is not guaranteed. There's only about a 70% chance she'll recover even partial memory......and it's emotionally risky."He clenched his jaw, lost in thought.“Mr. Creed, you called for me?” Tyrese’s voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room.Mr. Creed stopped abruptly, turned slowly and locked eyes with Tyrese. He studied him in silence for a moment.“History is about to repeat itself,” he muttered under his breath.Tyrese frowned, confused yet aware of the significance of what was about to unfold.Mr. Creed turned away again, staring into nothing.“There’s going to be another FIRE,” he said quietly, but with a chilling certainty in his voice.“Another fire,” he repeated, steadying himself with a

“She’s stable now,” Dr. Devis said as he approached Mr. Creed.“Good,” Mr. Creed responded, his eyes still fixed on the door to Kristen’s room.Dr. Devis hesitated, then continued, “But we can’t be certain yet. What she recalled during the fire....it may have been a flashback triggered by extreme fear. Trauma can resurface buried memories, but it doesn’t always mean they’ll stay.”Mr. Creed nodded slowly, absorbing every word. “So we won’t know for sure until she wakes up… and says something about it or not?”“Exactly,” the doctor said. “Only then can we confirm if the memories are truly back, or if they were just fleeting echoes stirred by panic.”Just as Dr. Devis walked away, Mom Maria rushed to him in the hallway with panic in her eyes.….……………“Oh goodness....how is she now?” she asked breathlessly, grabbing Mr. Creed’s arm for support.“The doctor said she’s stable,” Mr. Creed replied softly, holding onto her trembling frame as she sank onto the nearby bench. “She collapsed from

Pointing his torchlight around to see through the dark, the security guard moved from one office to another, making sure everything was in place. He locked the ones that needed to be locked.At the far end, he flashed the torchlight toward the lobby to see if anyone was there but no one was there. Sighing in relief, he turned to walk away. But just as he reached the hallway, he heard footsteps approaching."Hmm..." he muttered, turning quickly to the direction....but no one was there.Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.“Ahhh!” he screamed, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. The torchlight slipped from his hand and skidded across the floor.A polished shoe stopped it from sliding further.“Please… don’t hurt me,” the security guard muttered, crawling back in fear.The figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch, and pointed it directly at the guard’s face.“Please… please don’t…” the guard trembled, his eyes squeezed shut.Then.....there was a clap and the lights flic