It was already a week since Krystie had gotten a marriage certificate with Lucian, and ever since they separated at the bureau office that morning, they hadn't been in contact. Not like there was any need for it, after all, she had already fulfilled his wish. It was already Friday, and Krystie was arranging her desk, finalizing her shift so that she could go home when she received a call from her boss, Mr. Xavier West, the owner of Regal Hospital, also her godfather."Krystie, am sorry for this urgent call, but I have a VIP customer visiting the hospital for a check-up today, you are the only person that I can entrust this work to, can you please do it for me? I don't trust Mark with it, at times he is so clumsy and might do something stupid. Just be careful with him, and do not annoy him, I will see you later. "Before Krystie said a thing, the phone was hung up on her, leaving her with no choice, not like she could reject her boss anyway. If there's one thing that Krystie hates the
As Lucian and Krystie approached his family's home, the air was charged with anticipation and nervous energy. Krystie couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a tinge of anxiety and fear.This is not the first time Krystie goes to the Wilson family mansion, but this time it is different, unlike before, this time she is not the wife of the grandson, but instead the wife of the young master of the Wilson family.'What a change of role.'Krystie had been having tie fear ever since they got their marriage certificate, until last night when Lucian had called her asking her to accompany him to his family dinner, he claimed his grandmother had commanded him to go over with a lady otherwise he should be ready to accept whoever she was to choose for him.Krystie, at first was so reluctant as she was not sure how she was supposed to face his family, but she had no otherwise in all this. She was afraid she would be judged by his family as a gold digger who was obsessed with the W
"Look who is here if not the pregnant wife of the young master of the Wilson family!" Cassandra spoke not hiding her contempt, she had followed Krystie to the backyard of the house.Krystie all the while was so silent, she didn't have the energy to argue with Cassandra. She also couldn't tell her that she was not pregnant at all, she didn't owe her any explanation for her life."Krystie you're really something else, I didn't know you were such a gold digger, trying by all means to remain in the Wilson family,eh? Rejected by the grandson so you decide to seduce the young master!" Cassandra continued irked when Krystie just ignored her."Oh, Cassandra, how kind of you to project your tactics onto me. But I suppose when one's methods fail, it's easy to assume others must resort to them too, but don't worry, I won't stoop as low as you babygirl,I know what am worth."Krystie retorted and left the girl fuming with anger.Lucian, who was at a distance clearly heard her response and mentally
"Big sister, are you going to leave me all alone and go live with your husband? Don't you love your little sister anymore?" Chloe whined hugging Krystie tightly as she lifted her face giving Krystie her signature puppy face that she always uses with Krystie anytime she wants something from her, she was not ready to let her go just yet. 'Don't use those eyes with me today baby girl, I assure you they won't work with me,' Krystie internally rolled her eyes hugging her back. Krystie was not a fool to not know what Chloe was up to. "Come on Chloe! It's not like am dying or something, you can always visit me anytime you feel like it, and I would also be coming over to check up on you over the weekends or anytime am free, nothing is going to change, you will always be my lovely little sister," Krystie spoke as she patted I her little sisters head comfortingly earning a sheepish smile from Chloe in return. Krystie was finally moving in to live with her husband Lucian, the two had just agr
Everything had been going on very well for Krystie and Lucian, everyone minding their own business.Most of the days Lucian didn't come back home. Krystie too was held with several shifts at the hospital, and she had been home not more than ten times. In a whole full month of marriage, the couple had only seen each other thrice, if not twice.Everyone was busy with their stuff. Krystie had followed Lucian's rules very well, she had stopped herself from thinking of him as anything more than she ought to, and with her busy schedule, she had done it perfectly.Krystie could remember the very first day Lucian had taken her to his house. 'Just pick any room on the first floor, you can even use all of them, but I should warn you, never go to the second floor, more so the black painted door, it is forbidden!" Lucian emphasized to her the last part, and that was the last conversation the two had shared. Deep within Krystie was so curious to find out what it was that Lucian hid on the second
Ronnie was super excited that he would get time to go out, Lucian had just informed him that he would be going abroad for two weeks, and with the devil gone, it meant that he had all the freedom to do everything that he wished to.A/N: That is how he had thought.Without wasting time, Ronnie immediately called Cinty, the girl he had met at the bar two weeks ago. He had promised to call her so that they could hang out and have fun but all the while he had been busy that he hadn't gotten time to. Ronnie was so sure that Krystie would not be back for the day because, for the full week, she had not been home, so taking that as a go on, he immediately requested her to come over.After a few drinks, the two had started making out on the sofa, and it was just at the time when Krystie had opened the door finding them in action.At first, Krystie was shocked, but she had quickly composed herself, and because none of them had seen her, an evil smirk formed at the corners of her mouth, she took
On the outskirts of the town, a secluded abandoned warehouse stood. The insects created a symphony of sounds, filling the darkness with their unique calls and chirps. The chirping of crickets adds to the strangeness of the area.The weathered exterior of the warehouse marked by the ravages of time, conceals a clandestine underworld thriving within its walls. Behind the facade of neglect and abandonment, secretive meetings unfold within dimly lit chambers, where whispered conversations echo off the cold, concrete walls. The scent of cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the tension that permeates the space.Despite its outward appearance of abandonment, the warehouse pulses with life after nightfall, as the underworld conducts its shadowy affairs under the cloak of darkness. To those who know its true purpose, it is a symbol of power and control, a stronghold of the criminal underworld that lurks just beyond the city's edge, hidden from the public. In the dark shadows of
Ronnie hurried down the corridor, the weight of the report in his hands matching the gravity of its contents. As he reached Lucian's office, he took a moment to compose himself, ensuring every detail in the report was in order.With a deep breath, Ronnie knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. "Come in," Lucian's voice called from inside.Entering the office, Ronnie found Lucian seated behind his desk, his expression a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Without a word, Ronnie handed over the report, watching as Lucian's eyes scanned the pages, absorbing the information within.Krystie is the same girl that I have been searching for?" Lucian asked no one in particular, the question was more addressed to himself than Ronnie.Ronnie nodded, feeling a swell of satisfaction at having played his part before exiting the room, the report came as a shock to him too when he found out. "What a small world this is, I am very happy that I have finally found you! You wer
Mark stood in front of Chloe’s apartment door, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. He hesitated for a second before knocking. Chloe opened the door, surprised to see him, but the look on his face made her step aside without question. "Mark?" He stepped inside, but he couldn’t look at her. His voice broke almost immediately. "I accompanied Krystie to see my father." Chloe’s eyes widened slightly, but she waited. Mark exhaled a shaky breath and finally looked at her, eyes red. "He admitted everything, Chloe. He killed them. Your parents just because he was bitter and envious." His voice cracked. "And I’m his son. I carry his blood, he stammered. I... I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. If you never forgave me. I wouldn't forgive me either." Before another word could leave his lips, Chloe pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first, then broke down, crying into her shoulder. "I’m so sorry…" he whispered, his voice raw.Chloe gently patted his back, her voice soft. "You
The heavy steel doors of the Blackthorn Federal prison clanked open as Krystie and Mark stepped inside. The long corridor echoed with the distant occasional shout from inmates. Guards led them in silence toward the visitation room. Neither Krystie nor Mark spoke. They all had lots of unanswered questions they desired answers to. It had been a month since the judgement, but Krystie had one more thing she desired to know. They were shown to a cold metal table. A few seconds later, Mr. Xavier was escorted in, clad in his prison uniform, hands cuffed, his once well-groomed face now unkempt beard and hollow eyes. But his smirk remained. "Well, well," he drawled, taking his seat and leaning back as far as the restraints would allow as if he were still the one in control. "See who finally decided to visit me if not my dear son and goddaughter. I was wondering how long it would take for the prodigies to come visit me. Have you come to gloat?" Krystie didn’t waste time. She straightened a
The courtroom buzzed as Xavier West was escorted inside, clad in an orange prison uniform that couldn’t quite mask the pride still etched in his posture. His expression remained composed, almost arrogant. His attorney, Mr. Clarke, adjusted his tie and leaned over. "Relax. We’ve got the best money we can buy. The judges are in our pocket. There’s no hard evidence they can use. We’ll have this thrown out in a week." Xavier didn’t respond, only stared at the room with cool detachment. Journalists filled the benches, their cameras flashing and pens ready. The public gallery overflowed with curious onlookers, family members of victims, and a few hospital staff. Xavier’s smirk returned when he saw the judges entering, three men he knew well, the judges from his case seven years ago. The lead judge struck the gavel, and announced, "Court is now in session. Case number 2328: The People vs. Xavier West." The prosecution began with an impassioned speech, laying out the charges including hu
At the boardroom on the top floor of Regal Hospital, sunlight filtered through the tall windows, where Mr. Xavier West sat at the head of the polished table, flanked by board members and stakeholders. All were dressed in fine suits, sipping imported coffee as they discussed the hospital’s future, oblivious to the storm that was about to hit.Xavier wore his usual calm mask, a faint smile plastered on his face as he nodded at a proposal from the finance director. "If we accelerate the expansion plans for our offshore branches, we can double our quarterly revenue," he said smoothly, exuding confidence and control.The silence shattered when the heavy double doors burst open without warning. Ben, Mr Xavier's personal assistant, stood there panting, sweat trickling on his forehead, his tie crooked as if he'd run all the way."Ben," Xavier barked, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you think you’re doing? You don’t barge in here when I’m in a meeting, especially not with the board!"Be
Krystie pulled her hood lower and stepped into the dimly lit back hallway of the Regal Hospital’s records wing. The place had been shut down for maintenance, but she knew better. Mark waited inside, pacing around nervously until he saw, Chloe behind her. "Took you long enough." "I had a meet-up with someone earlier, so I couldn't make it on time. I also had to make sure no one was tailing me," Krystie murmured. "Where’s Nancy?" "Already in the archives, decrypting the lock. She said she found something about shipments, offshore accounts and patient transfer names.” Krystie’s eyes narrowed. "Good. Let’s go." They moved quickly through the corridor, slipping past closed doors and inactive security cameras, courtesy of Nancy. In the sub-basement level, the archive room stood with its heavy, metal door already cracked open. Inside, Nancy hunched over a desk, documents and flash drives spread out on the table before her and a triumphant smile at the corners of her lips "Told you
Krystie stepped into Mr. Xavier’s study, her outer appearance relaxed but her mind was on high alert. He was sitting behind his large mahogany desk with an unreadable expression as he sipped his whiskey. "You’ve been out of reach for quite some time, busy?" he inquired, his tone casual, but his sharp gaze assessing her. Krystie offered a small, tired smile. "Just trying to move forward, and finding something else to do. O hospital wants to hire someone like me after the scandal." Mr. Xavier gestured toward the chair opposite him. " I'm so sorry about that. Take a seat." She did, crossing her legs as she waited for him to speak. "I need your help," he finally said, setting his glass down, his gaze softening a little. "Help?" Krystie tilted her head slightly. "With what?" "There’s a friend of mine who’s in some trouble." He paused, gauging her reaction. "I was hoping you could ask your husband, Lucian, to help him." Krystie stiffened slightly, lowering her gaze as if strug
Mr King stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office, his sharp gaze fixed on the city skyline. His brother still lay in the hospital bed, barely alive. The doctors had told him the chances of him waking up were only five per cent, or he might end up in a vegetable state because of the damage to the brain. The thought that the man who had done all this to his brother was walking around freely irked him to the core, and tonight he was going to make him pay, even if it meant shedding his own blood. Leo entered the room snapping him from his thoughts. "The men are ready, boss. We have got eyes on the big boss’s main warehouse near the port. Word is, a shipment is coming in tonight with illegal firearms." Mr. King turned with a playful smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Good. Tell them to move immediately. No mistakes." Leo nodded and stepped away hurriedly to relay the command. Mr King reached for the drawer where the folder Joel had sent him several weeks ago la
Mr. King sat in his luxurious office, his mind elsewhere. His fingers tapped impatiently against the polished surface of his desk while his other hand gripped his phone tightly. It was already three days. Three damn days without a single word from his brother. His younger brother had never gone this long without answering his calls or at least checking in. He had a bad premonition about it! Mr King exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. His sources inside the big boss’s operations had gone quiet too, which only deepened his unease. Something was wrong. His phone buzzed, jolting him from his thoughts. It was an unknown number. Frowning, he hesitated before answering. "Who is this?" His voice was sharp and demanding. Silence. Then a distorted voice, as if through a voice changer. "Your brother is in critical condition at St. Lucy's Hospital." A cold chill ran through Mr King's spine. His grip tightened on the phone. "What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?" "Wh
The meeting room inside the warehouse was dimly lit with only a single overhead light. Across the wooden table, the men seated around with tension on their faces. The big boss sat at the head of the table, his gloved fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden table. His dark mask hid his expression, but the sharp glint in his eyes was enough to send chills through the men seated before him. His patience had run out. Ben stood beside him silently, watching as the others shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Every man in the room knew that meetings like these never ended well. Someone wasn’t going to walk out of this room alive. The big boss finally spoke, his voice calm. "We have a big problem!" He leaned back in his chair. "You see, everything has been going to hell lately. Our plan was interfered with, the dock was wiped clean, our men tortured, and Dr Lawrence returned to us in a state that not even the devil himself would wish upon his worst enemy. He let the words s