When Alpha Damien reached Kayla's door, he paused, and took a deep breath, steadying himself before knocking. It felt like he was going to war and not visiting his 8-year-old daughter "Kayla, it’s Dad. Can I come in?" He saidThere was a long, heavy silence. No response came from the other side. After a moment, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun. Kayla sat at the edge of her bed, clutching a teddy bear tightly to her chest, her face buried in its fur.Damien approached slowly. "Hey, sweetie," he began, trying to keep his voice gentle and soothing. "Are you okay?"Kayla didn't look up. Her voice was small, barely audible. "What do you want?" she asked."I just wanted to check on you. Everyone's waiting for you downstairs. We miss you."She finally looked up, her eyes red and swollen. "Everyone's waiting for Caleb," she retorted, her voice trembling with anger. "You don’t care about me. You never did. Yo
“Where is the birthday girl?” Dr. Zita said as she walked into the venue. She came in late due to work and most of the guests had already left, and Alpha Damien, along with Caleb and his friends, were making preparations to leave. Stephanie's face lit up upon seeing her old friend, and she quickly moved to greet her."Zita! I'm so glad you could make it," Stephanie exclaimed, embracing the doctor warmly.Dr. Zita returned the hug “So where is he, don't keep me in suspense.”Stephanie brings Caleb closer to her and Dr. Zita’s face broadens into a smile.“My! Caleb, you've grown so much!" She said, "I remember when you were just a tiny baby. Now you're almost as tall as I am!" She chuckled, ruffling his hair.Caleb grinned shyly, looking up at the woman who seemed so familiar yet was a stranger to him. Stephanie placed a hand on Caleb's shoulder and introduced them. "Caleb, this is Dr. Zita. She was there when you and Kayla were born. She helped bring you both into this world and saved
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," she said softly, her eyes full of understanding.But Dr. Zita took a deep breath, lifting her gaze to meet Stephanie's. "No, it's okay," she replied, her voice steady but sad. "Whatever happened between Chris and me was a long time ago. I think I'm finally ready to talk about it."She began to recount the early days of their relationship. "We started dating in high school," she began, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips. "Everyone knew us back then because we were inseparable. We'd go to the cafeteria together, walk to classes together... We even rode to school on Chris's bike. I was terrified at first, but he always reassured me that I was safe with him. I trusted him completely."Stephanie listened intently, nodding along as Dr. Zita spoke. The memories seemed to bring a brief, bittersweet joy to her friend's face. But then, as the story progressed, Dr. Zita's expression darkened, her voice growing quieter."Things started to c
Stephanie reached out and took Dr. Zita's hands, her eyes brimming with tears that she had held back for too long. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "It's not me who should be thanking you, Zita. It's you who deserves all the thanks in the world." She squeezed Zita's hands tightly, as she continued. "You helped bring my children into this world and made sure we all survived when we were poisoned. You found an antidote for Kayla, giving her a chance at a new life, even when I foolishly accused you of trying to harm us. Because of you, I'm here with my children today. The life I live now, the happiness I feel, it's all because of your unconditional love and dedication."Dr. Zita's eyes welled up as she listened to Stephanie's heartfelt words. Their shared history of trials and triumphs was a memory held dearly. They both sobbed quietly, as they hugged each other.After a while, they pulled themselves together. Stephanie gently wiped her eyes and asked, "So, when do you plan to travel
Dr. Zita was already feeling the weariness of her journey; she turned to Alpha Damien with a small, apologetic smile. "Before I see Chris, I'd like to freshen up," she said. "I want to make sure I'm clean, to avoid any risk of contamination."Alpha Damien nodded in agreement, understanding her concern. "Of course," he said, gesturing to one of the maids standing nearby. "Please prepare a room for her."The maid nodded and led the way, but Dr. Zita, familiar with the layout of the mansion, decided to take a brief detour. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Chef Mark bustling about. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise and delight."Zita! Is it really you?" Chef Mark exclaimed, wiping his hands on his apron before pulling her into a warm hug. "It's been so long!"Dr. Zita returned the embrace, smiling. "It's good to see you too, Mark. How have you been?"Chef Mark stepped back, looking her over with joy. "I've been well, though I heard about everything
Dr. Zita's heart pounded as she entered the room where Chris lay, his once vibrant presence now diminished to a still form on the bed. The sight of him, covered in bruises and burn marks, brought a lump to her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but the tears came anyway, quietly streaming down her cheeks. She moved closer, her hands trembling slightly as she took a seat beside him."Chris," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's me, Zita. Everything's going to be okay. You just need to fight a little longer."She gently took his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. Her fingers traced the outline of his, remembering the times they had held hands in the past. "I know we haven't spoken in years," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I still care about you. I always have. And I need you to get better, to see how much you're loved."As she spoke, she felt a slight pressure against her hand. Startled, she looked down
Stephanie had always loved Sunday morning especially since she started living in the mansion her father gave her. She was happy to be back after staying in a hidden location for a week after she was shot. There was always a tranquil energy around her kitchen, and this morning was no different as the morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen as Stephanie and Kayla sat down for breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of pancakes, and bacon was heavenly. She prepared a plate of the meal for Kayla with orange juice and also made a plate for herself with a second helping of coffee "I miss Aunt Zita a lot," Kayla said. She played with her food, her fork tracing patterns in the syrup on her plate before cutting a slice of pancake and shoving it into her mouth Stephanie looked up from her coffee, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. She'll be back soon," she assured her.Kayla nodded. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes brightening w
Cassandra paced in her lavish bedroom, a feeling of dread washed over her. The news that her plan to sell Hank's majority shares had been intercepted had sent her into a panic. She knew the police were coming for her once it was discovered that she initiated the sales. Unable to deal with the situation alone, she quickly dialed a number on a secure, private line, her fingers trembling.Ken answered, his voice sharp with irritation. "What is it now, Mom?""Ken, we have a problem," Cassandra said, her voice cracking. "The police are onto us, They know about the shares. We have to do something."There was a pause on the other end, followed by a loud sigh. "You always manage to screw things up, don't you?" Ken snapped, in frustration. "I told you to be careful!"Cassandra felt a surge of tears prickling her eyes. "It wasn't just me! You and Kelvin were supposed to handle the details. You said you had everything under control!"Ken's voice was cold. "We did our part, Mom. You were the one