The only sound that could be heard was that of the life-supporting machine.Beep... beep... beep…It sounded steadily with the same rhythm, which was the only thing that indicated the life that was still to be upheld in the silent, sun-drenched room. It was a sound that Edward hated so much because it felt like a futile hope, and yet it was the only thing keeping him sane. For three weeks, it had been his companion, tormentor, and only thread of hope.The room, a master suite of a private vacation home, perched on a high, remote cliff overlooking the ocean, was where Malcolm Meyer lay, on the huge master bed, motionless, pale, with shallow breaths that were strained. Tubes were running through, in and out of his body, and a huge bandage covered the entry wound of gunshots that were on his chest, arm, leg, and head. Edward, whom he had called a few minutes before the hit happened, had not slept well since the night of the ambush. He had been the one who found him, half-dead, blood-
It had been five days since Isla had been admitted to the hospital. She lay perfectly still, her eyes half-closed, while listening to the rhythm of her own heartbeat through the machines as the smell of the hospital antiseptic which she hated so much, burned her nostrils. She lay still on the bed, with her left leg cuffed to the rail of the bed, while her right hand was trapped by the IV needle that was passed into her body. The only thought that filled her head at that moment, was the one she had overheard that the police were coming to interrogate her the next day. And from there, it was only a matter of time before she would be thrown in prison. Before her life would end totally. And even now, her life felt ruined already. She was stuck with a urinary bag till whenever.With the anger and pain burning fiercely in her heart, she remained still, while waiting patiently with every inch of her. She had been waiting and watching, while taking note of the time the officers standing gu
The news that Isla Meyer had been found in a terrible state had spread around the hospital, and the nurses all hesitated to approach or treat her, whispering about who she was, as the infamous Meyer daughter who had murdered people. Though the police officers kept her restrained and cuffed to the bed, the health practitioners still managed to think of crazy ways that she could use to come at them, and some even thought it was better for the criminal to go peacefully in death. However, she still had so much to confess to, and the police pleaded that she had to be kept safe. When Isla finally woke up after being unconscious for days, everything felt so different and delicate, with every muscle in her body trembling from the aftermath of everything she had gone through. When she tried to sit up, pain lanced through her body which was mapped with bruises, and her bones which were broken from incessant beatingThe mirror in the room showed a gaunt, hollow-eyed face that she didn't rem
Ever since its inception, the Meyer name has never carried such shame. Even before Mill Meyer made the worst mistake of his life and got married to Irina Meyer, they had always maintained their high prestige. However, the untouchable family had now become a headline for ruin. The empire that Mill Meyer had built for forty years crumbled in less than a week, with the media camping outside every property the family owned, and shoving cameras into the faces of the resigned house staff as if the walls themselves could confess.Since the past three weeks, Irina, Andre, and the corrupt individual amongst the board of directors had been detained and were under heavy security while pending thorough investigations that will convict them all were going on.For the first few days, Irina refused to speak when they asked her questions that revolved around the crimes she was involved in. She denied everything, said it was all fabricated by Zoe, and was so uncooperative. However, Andre could not k
Days gently passed by and began to stretch to weeks after the news of the secrets of the Meyers poured out for everyone to behold, following the tragic news of the heir’s death. The conglomerate began to bleed in the markets as stocks plummeted, and partnerships began to twindle as well, shaking every subsidiary and corporations under MEL-CO like they would all bleed red. Media houses came up with merciless headlines: THE MEYER EMPIRE COLLAPSES AFTER IRINA’S MEYER DARK PAST UNEARTHED. MURDERED HER HUSBAND MILL MEYER OVER THE ILLEGITIMACY OF CHILDREN.ANDRE MEYER AND ISLA MEYER NOT REAL FAMILY’S KIDS? MALCOLM MEYER NOT HER REAL KID? BOTCHED UP FAMILY?WHO THEN IS MALCOLM MEYER’S REAL MUM? WHAT ABOUT IVY MEYER? Whose is she? ANDRE MEYER, WIFE KILLER, AND ISLA MEYER, REPORTED MISSING, MURDERED EX-BOYFRIENDS POLICE INVESTIGATE FAMILY FOR FRAUD, TAX EVASION, BRIBERY ALLEGATIONS, AND MURDER- SUCH A GREAT TRIO. MISSING TYCOON AND HEIR TO THE BILLION DOLLAR FORTUNE, MALCOLM MEYER PRESUM
Back to the courtroom, as Zoe mentioned Andre murdering Audrey, the courtroom was already threatening to cave under the heaviness and direness of her revelations. Now, things had gone to a point that no one could return from. “My God…” someone whispered.“She killed her husband?!” another cried.“He killed his wife and framed her best friend?! I thought he was supposed to be dead when it happened?!” another suddenly remembered. Another person in the gallery cried out, “Murderers!”Irina, who had been successfully resuscitated sat stiff with her body trembling heavily under the biggest shame, while Andre sat, panting like a caged animal, his tie askew. Ivy just sat pale and fragile, her hands twisted in her lap.The judge had called for order three times already, and yet the silence never lasted. The truth was too much to handle. At this moment, Zoe and Ivy were looking at one another, and the memory of last night, how she saved her from almost being kidnapped came to mind. Knowi