Ruth Powers Simpsons Novels & Stories

Oh, Daddy…” Aura’s voice broke as she stepped into the ICU, her eyes flooding with tears. Her heart clenched at the sight of her father, Duke Miles, lying still and pale on life support. Monitors beeped softly in the background, echoing the fragility of the once powerful man before her. He looked nothing like the robust figure she had always known. The Duke’s face was pale and gaunt, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that fought desperately to keep him alive. It was a brutal sight, one that shattered every ounce of pride Aura had left.

Apollo said. "Stop, I wasn't talking to you." "Mom, her gums are swelling because of her growing wisdom teeth. They were growing at the same time. So she's having a hard time speaking." I nodded and squinted my eyes just to complement my fake smile. But his mother just won't listen. Darn, this is making me nervous, so I drink the water. "What do you do for a living?" her sister Jayra, asked. In nervousness, I accidentally cough.

By all metrics of the household timeline, she would currently be anchoring a presence beside Mbok Parti, monitoring the culinary preparation of the evening meal while aggressively exchanging high-society gossip. "Mama!" I projected my voice from the entrance corridor. "Ma... Erika is taking her formal leave to navigate the outside world, okay?" I observed Mama, who was actively masticating a fragment of fried banana, freeze in a state of sudden, absolute bewilderment. "Ha? Your psychological malady has achieved a total recovery?" "What logical reason would suggest I am suffering from a malady, Ma?" I questioned, closing the physical distance to her workstation. Mama relentlessly continued he

“I’ll call the doctor.” As the nurse walked away, she turned back to the man. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t shifted his gaze. Something about him unsettled her. He wasn’t like the doctors or the nurses. He didn’t belong here. “You still haven’t told me who you are.” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her. Then— “Adrian Wolfe.” Her breath caught. The name was familiar. Too familiar. Adrian Wolfe. CEO of Wolfe Enterprises. Ruthless businessman. The man who had once tried to buy Carter Industries before her father’s death.

The woman shielding a baby—me. Then darkness swallowed everything. Sofia I gasped, collapsing to my knees. Theo caught me instantly, arms steadying me, voice laced with panic. “Sofia! Look at me. What happened? Sofia—” I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, shaking. “I saw her. My mother. Not Aunt Mara—my real mother. She was performing some kind of ritual—there were wolves, battles, blood—” Aunt Mara’s face crumpled. “She knew this day would come…”