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Just as Olive entered, Sonia majestically walked up to Raymond and gave him a hug.Raymond stood frozen. His muscles tensed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His mind couldn’t process what was happening.Sonia was here. In his penthouse. Holding him.This was impossible.This was a dream. It had to be.But then he looked up and met Olive’s gaze.She stood near the door, her eyes locked onto him, her expression unreadable. She didn’t speak. She didn’t move.Sonia’s grip around his waist tightened. She pressed herself closer, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder. Her lips curved into a smile, a silent victory as she glanced at Olive from the corner of her eye.Sonia wanted Olive to see this, to make her know she owns Raymond. She wanted to prove something.But Olive didn’t react.Not a single blink. Not a single shift in her expression.She simply stood there, quiet, watching.And for some reason, that made Raymond’s chest tighten.Raymond had expected something, like a
Raymond sat beside Sonia’s hospital bed, his eyes locked on her pale face. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the silent room, but his mind was anything but quiet.He should have remembered.Sonia had always been fragile. Her heart condition had been a constant worry, and they had planned her surgery before the accident turned everything upside down. But when she disappeared, he had been too consumed by his anger, grief, and guilt to think about it.Sonia stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze met his, soft and fragile. "Raymond… “She faked weakness in her voice as she called,” barely a whisper.He exhaled. "I’m here."She gave him a faint smile. "You… carried me."He didn’t respond.Her fingers moved slightly, reaching for his hand. "I knew you wouldn’t let me go."His shoulders stiffened. Guilt gnawed at him, twisting inside his gut.Sonia looked up at him, her eyes filled with something unreadable. Then, her voice barely above a brea
He pressed his lips together, then answered. "What is it?""Sir, Sonia collapsed again."Raymond closed his eyes for a brief second, a slow dread crept up his spine. "Fine. I’m on my way." He hung up.When he looked at Olive, she was staring at him, her face carefully blank. But he could see it, the way her fingers curled slightly by her sides.She was hurting. "Olive," he tried again, stepping toward her.She took another step back. "You should go," she said simply."That’s not—""Raymond," she cut him off, her voice sharp but quiet. "Just go."Her words sent a cold ache through him, deeper than he had expected.He was afraid that when he left this house, she wouldn’t be waiting when he came back.But Sonia had collapsed. He couldn’t ignore it.With a slow breath, he turned toward the door.By the time Raymond arrived at the hospital, Daniel was waiting for him outside Sonia’s room. His expression was unreadable."What happened?" Raymond asked, keeping his voice level.Daniel hesitat
Sonia clutched her chest as if she were in unbearable pain. "Raymond, please..." she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I don’t understand why she hates me so much! I’ve done nothing but try to be kind."Raymond took a step forward, his expression unreadable. Sonia was not one for theatrics, yet here she was, crumbling before him like a fragile doll. His gaze traveled over her trembling frame, the tear-streaked face, the way she hunched as if moments from collapsing.It was an act."Sonia, stop," he said, his voice firm.She blinked up at him, lashes damp, lips quivering. "Stop what?" she whispered, her voice laced with innocence.His jaw tightened. "I'm not blind. You’ve been playing games since you got back."Sonia stiffened. "I... I don’t—""Enough, Sonia." His voice was quiet but sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. There was no anger, just finality, as if he had already made up his mind.Sonia’s breath hitched. Real shock flickered across her face before vanishing just
His heartbeat slammed against his ribs as he staggered forward, his knees nearly buckling."Olive," he whispered hoarsely, dropping to his knees beside her. His trembling fingers brushed against her cheek—cold. Too cold.His pulse roared in his ears. Panic threatened to seize him, but he shoved it down, forcing himself into action."Olive, wake up," he pleaded, gently tapping her pale cheek. No response. Her breathing was shallow, her lashes fluttering slightly, but she wasn’t conscious. His hands pressed against her wound, desperate to slow the bleeding, but the warm, sticky liquid seeped between his fingers, mocking his efforts.Gritting his teeth, Raymond scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. The metallic scent of blood filled his lungs, suffocating him, but he didn’t care. Right now, nothing else mattered.His strides were swift, as he stormed out of the room. The mansion’s guards froze at the sight of their master, drenched in blood, carrying an unconscious O
Raymond swallowed the lump in his throat, his fingers gripping the pen so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The doctor’s words echoed in his head, bouncing around like a cruel taunt."We can only save one."His gaze flickered to the form in his hands. A single signature, a mere stroke of ink, would seal the fate of either his fiancée or their unborn child. His vision blurred, his chest tightening like a steel vice.He looked up at the doctor, desperation bleeding into his voice. “There’s no other way?”A shudder ran through Raymond’s body. His mind was a mess of thoughts, and he wished he could find a way out—but there was none. No amount of power, wealth, or influence could change the reality before him.He turned to Daniel, his most trusted aide, but even Daniel’s usually steady demeanor was shaken. His lips parted as if he wanted to offer a solution, but no words came. There was none.Raymond’s bloodstained fingers trembled as he brushed them through his disheveled hair. His
Sonia’s scream tore through the dark, room, raw and piercing. Her body jerked violently against the restraints as Daniel twisted the blade deeper into her hand. Blood trickled down her fingers, pooling onto the cold floor beneath her.Her chest heaved, her breath ragged. Pain coursed through every nerve, but she refused to break. Instead, she let out a low, pained chuckle, her lips curling into a bloody smirk.“Do your worst,” she rasped, her voice hoarse but laced with defiance. She spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor, her dark eyes flashing with a twisted kind of amusement.Daniel regarded her in silence, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he turned away, walking toward the table in the corner.Sonia’s gaze followed him, her heart pounding despite the mask of bravado she wore.She watched as he carefully selected his next tools—another knife, smaller but just as deadly, a whip with leather-stripped ends, and a lighter. He moved with a kind of precision that made her stom
Her breath hitched, but she refused to flinch. She would not give him the satisfaction.Daniel held the knife steady, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable.But just as the blade was about to cut into her skin, his phone vibrated. The sharp sound shattered the thick silence of the room. Daniel’s jaw ticked in irritation.Daniel fingers tightened around it the knife as he brought it down, he reached into his pocket with his free hand.The caller was his boss “Raymond.A sign of disappointment crossed his face as he answered.“Hello, sir.”“Has she spoken?” Raymond’s voice was cold, clipped.Daniel’s gaze flickered back to Sonia, whose lips curled into a bloody smirk despite her battered state.“Not yet, sir.”A brief pause. Then Raymond’s voice returned, this time with a controlled calmness that hinted at something more.“Okay. Come to the hospital. I have something to take care of.”Daniel’s fingers flexed around the phone. He wanted to stay. To finish what he started. But R
The nurse turned and looked at Ezra, her expression unreadable. “Sorry, sir,” she said flatly, then turned away.It was as if the moment never happened. The nurses resumed their tasks in silence, their quiet efficiency louder than any words. Ezra stood there, ears ringing from the weight of what he’d just heard. That silence… it wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he needed. He didn’t want calm or polite shrugs—he wanted answers. He wanted someone to tell him that what he heard was wrong.With panic rising in his chest, Ezra spun on his heel and ran down the corridor. He remembered the ward Olive had been in, where Raymond's assistant had guarded the door like his life depended on it.His heart pounded in his ears, his shoes squeaking across the tiles. When he reached the room, he yanked the door open.Empty.The bed was stripped. Machines unplugged. Everything was so neat, it was like she’d never been there.“No. No, no, no—” he whispered, stumbling back a step.A nurse was inside,
Olive lost her childEthan felt like the ground had shifted beneath him. His eyes were fixed on nothing, yet everything around him swirled in chaos. His chest rose and fell sharply as the weight of Ezra’s words settled in.“She… she lost the baby?” His voice cracked, almost too soft to hear.Ezra nodded, his face drawn. “Yeah. The doctor said the trauma and stress were too much.”A silence fell between them.Ethan turned his face away, ashamed. “This is my fault,” he said bitterly. “All of it. If I hadn’t given in to Mia’s manipulations—if I hadn’t allowed my hatred for Raymond to blind me—Olive wouldn’t have been hurt.”Ezra didn’t respond at first. He just sat down beside Ethan’s hospital bed, leaning forward with his hands clasped. His posture was stiff. They had both walked the same path, driven by envy and resentment, thinking they were justified. But now, the consequences stared them down in the most brutal way.“You’re not alone in this,” Ezra finally said. “I let my emotions t
As soon as Ezra bent to pick up the object, Frank had already realized what it was. With desperation fueling his bruised and battered body, he lunged forward, ignoring the searing pain in his ribs, and snatched the phone off the ground before Ezra’s fingers could graze it.Ezra stood up slowly, straightening his jacket with the composure of a man who had not just been in a fight minutes ago. He smirked coldly. “We have to end this here. I have better things to do than stand here breathing the same air as you… unless, of course, you’re asking to die.”Frank chuckled despite the blood dribbling from the side of his mouth. His eyes, though nearly swollen shut, gleamed with something more dangerous than fury—conviction. “Ezra, you really do think highly of yourself.”He lifted the phone, his thumb dangerously close to the screen. “You see this? You’re not getting it back. This time, I’ll make sure it gets to the authorities. You won’t be able to lie your way out of this.”Ezra’s expressio
“What truth are you talking about?” Ezra asked, his voice edged with curiosity as he lifted himself from the body of his car. His head was feeling dizzy because of the stress lately but it seems Frank has something to say about him.A smug smirk played on Frank's lips.“Oh... look who suddenly wants the truth,” he said with a lazy chuckle. “I thought you didn’t give a damn when I exposed you. Or were you too busy playing the villain in a suit to care?”Ezra clenched his jaw, as his fist clenched by his side trying to calm the anger already building up in him.“Speak if you want to speak, and if you don’t—get lost.” His tone was tight, words pushed through gritted teeth.Frank scoffed, walking forward more closer to Ezra this time.“You’re still playing hard when you’re about to be ruined?” His words dripped with taunt, his confidence unwavering.Ezra’s eyes darkened.“Do what suits you. I don’t care. Just don’t bring Olive into this. If you do, you’ll have yourself to blame.”He turne
“I think I know what to do,” Frank muttered under his breath, the tremble in his voice betraying the storm raging within him. His shoes echoed against the sleek hotel floor as he strode toward the hallway, each step fueled by desperation and unresolved regret.He didn’t get far.“Excuse me, sir,” a firm voice cut through the air, halting him mid-stride. Two security men stood in his path, their stance unwavering, their eyes alert.Frank blinked, startled. “What’s this?”“Passage card, sir,” one of the guards demanded.Frank’s hand instinctively darted to his pocket, looking for a card—though he clearly knew he had none.“Hmm… I don’t have any,” he said, trying to maintain composure. “But I think we can talk, man to man.”“No. We don’t do that here,” the guard replied sternly.“Gosh,” Frank muttered. “Why are the people here so strong-headed? First it was the receptionist, now it’s the guards.”He knew there were empty rooms, but the receptionist had refused to give him one.“Okay, how
The person that just came down was Frank.Ezra stood still, his hand resting lightly on the curtain. The streetlight outside wasn’t too bright, but it gave enough glow to make out the tall, dark figure leaning on the car. There was no mistaking that face. The jawline, the hair, the posture—it was undeniably Frank.Ezra’s brows tightened. “What the hell is this clown doing here?” he muttered under his breath.He just stared.Frank? After everything? After what happened at the warehouse? Ezra had pulled him out with his own hands. Dragged him out. And now he was here? Following?Ezra slowly released the curtain and stepped back from the window. He rubbed his forehead with both palms, exhaling quietly. The day had already been messy. Too messy. And now this?He wasn’t scared. Just... fed up. Tired.He turned away from the window, running a hand over his head. His muscles were tight, jaw clenched. He pushed his damp curls back, then rubbed the back of his neck as if that could ease the ti
"Don't look for my boss; this is not a warning, but the truth. With his state of mind right now, he might kill you, and he definitely does not care about the consequences,” Daniel coldly said.Ezra didn’t flinch. He didn’t acknowledge the threat, the coldness in Daniel’s voice, or the dangerous warning behind it. Instead, he simply kept walking, his footsteps echoing off the sterile hospital walls. He was numb, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, guilt, and frustration. His brain couldn’t even begin to process everything that had just happened, the gravity of what was unfolding around him.As he reached the parking lot, Ezra could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, a constant reminder of the mess he was now in. He opened the door to his car and slid inside, slamming it shut behind him with a soft thud. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he started the engine, the low hum of the car grounding him for a moment.He drove off, not knowing where he was go
Ezra had caught a glimpse of Daniel, so he approached him with the hope of finding Raymond.“Hello,” Ezra greeted, his voice steady but cautious.Daniel didn’t acknowledge him right away, keeping his attention firmly fixed on Olive’s door, like it was the only thing worth focusing on at that moment. His stance was rigid, almost like a soldier guarding an important post. Every muscle in his body seemed wound tight—a simmering tension that Ezra could almost feel from where he stood.Nurses were moving about hurriedly, attending to one patient or another. But none of them dared approach Daniel. They respected the silent authority he carried—one that demanded you either obey or keep your distance.Ezra shifted his weight, clearing his throat. "I’m Ezra," he said again, though there was still no reaction. "Ethan's brother."Daniel barely spared him a glance. His jaw tightened, eyes never wavering from the door. Ezra hesitated, unsure whether he should press on or let the silence stretch.“
Ezra sat stiffly in the hospital chair close to Ethan's bed, his fingers clutching Ethan’s hand like it was a lifeline. His brother’s palm was clammy, lifeless, but warm—thank God, still warm.The fluorescent light overhead buzzed, flickering once. The machines beside the bed beeped in a slow, steady rhythm.Ezra hated the sound.He leaned forward, eyes glued to Ethan’s pale face, searching for any flicker of movement, any twitch of his brow—anything that said I’m still here, bro.But Ethan didn’t move.His chest rose and fell shallowly under the white blanket. His leg was heavily bandaged, elevated—the blood loss had almost taken him on arrival. The nurse had told Ezra as much: “He’s stable, for now. But we’re watching him closely.”Ezra couldn’t stop the shaking in his knees. His brother—the one who always acted like he didn’t care, always played the fool just to lighten the mood—was lying there like a damn ghost. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real.And then, like a slow wave