Chloe sat at the table, she had a lot running through her mind, and she was not sure how she was supposed to react to this new revelation.Chloe could take it in, but she was not sure how Krystie would react if she were to hear any of this.Secrets lingered like ghosts in the mist, haunting her, but what confused her more was how she was supposed to reveal all these secrets to Krystie, and the most suffocating of all was that she could not keep the secret forever to herself because even if she were to hide it from her, sooner or later Krystie would find out the truth, and thinking of it, it would be far worse than she could think of.It was only last night that Krystie had informed her that she and Lucian had decided to take their relationship to the next level, to make their marriage more real, not just a contract as it was before.Chloe and Krystie, sisters bound together since conception in their mother's womb had an unspoken rule between them, no secrets between each other.But ben
"Sir, I think there is a problem," Ben, the Big boss's assistant walked into the room without a knock, the smoke in the room made him choke on his breath, he had just received an important message from one of his groundsmen, and he could not just act on his own without the boss order as this was such a crucial matter. "What is it? The big boss asked uninterestedly; under normal circumstances, it was always Ben who was always dealing with issues, and he would only forward hard matters to him. "Sir, I just received news that your daughter is now married," Ben said in one go. "Yeah, I know. Wait, what?" The big boss asked as he stood up in a go. "Yes sir, it's the truth, and it's already six months since they got married, but they have been keeping it a secret since then, we have just found it now," Ben spoke as he took his distance from the boss because only he knew better than anyone what the big boss could do if he were to waste a single moment. "What are you talking about
"Mark, do you think everything is okay with the hospital, I find some things to be suspicious?" Krystie asked; she wanted to find out whether Mark, too, had taken notice of such a thing. In the past week, ever since Krystie and Chloe had visited their godfather, there had been quite a lot going on in the hospital, including a thorough check on the patients and the staff in general and an inquiry they would only be informed that that was the order from above, for security purposes. It just didn't make any sense to have a hospital thoroughly checked, more so the patients, unless there was something planned behind the scenes or they were using the check as a blindfold to assure the public that everything was alright when it was not. "Yeah, you are right," Mark spoke as he scratched his head as he recollected the past week's events; that has always been his habit ever since they were young; anytime he would try to recollect something, he would always scratch his head in the process. "
"Who are you, and what do you mean by my wife has been captured?" Lucian roared angrily as he stood up in a go. "About who I am, I don't think that is important at the moment, but you should action immediately before they can go far. If anything happened to Krystie, trust me Lucian, I would never forgive you," an angry voice thundered at the other end of the call before it was immediately hung up. "Ronnie, prepare the car immediately, and get some of our men," Lucian roared over the phone, as he immediately checked a notification on his phone. "Regal Avenue. In ten minutes." The notification that had popped on Lucian's phone read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who are you, and what exactly do you want," the car tires screeched to a halt in the middle of a deserted road, just off the main city. "Who I am is not very important right now. I want the girl," the shabbily dressed middle-aged man spoke as he stood before the van. "Who do you think you are old man, if I may advise you, you sh
"Krystie, do you by any chance have any idea who is the person who rescued you? I have been trying to find him, but I can't place exactly who the person is?" Lucian asked when he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. Even though Krystie was unconscious by then, Lucian could not help but ask, it was already a week ever since the incident yet there was not a single person who had gone forward to claim they did it, after all in his world no one does a thing for free, they would either demand fit one or two things at the end. "No, no one that I know as of the moment," Krystie replied hurriedly and walked away; she was not so good at lying, and she was afraid she would be found out if she were to stay a single second. Krystie could remember very well the face of the guy who had rescued her from the kidnappers, she had just regained her consciousness as soon as the van had halted in the middle of the road, and she had thought they were involved in an accident, but that was until she
"Your husband Lucian was the lawyer who defended your father's killer seven years ago, and even your sister Chloe is aware of it." The notification read. Krystie drove all the way home, her heart racing, sweat dripping down her face. Krystie had only one hope as she drove to her house; she was hoping against hope that all this was not the truth; she could already feel her heart shattering into a million pieces, imagining how betrayed she would feel as a result. Krystie's heart pounded as she sifted through the old newspaper clippings she had found on her house's notice board. With trembling hands, she unfolded an article dated seven years ago, the headline blaring the name of the man who had shattered her world: "Local Lawyer Secures Acquittal for Murderer." Her eyes widened in disbelief as she read the name beneath the headline, Lucian Wilson, her husband. A wave of nausea washed over her, and she stumbled backward, collapsing onto a nearby chair. "How could this be? Luc
"Krystie... Krystie, please don't leave me, I am very sorry," Lucian only called to the disappearing silhouette, but that was until he heard the shutting of the door did it finally occurred to him that she had left, yes, his wife had left him all alone, just because of what happened in the past many years. Frustrated, Lucian swiped the bowls of food across the room, sending the meals crashing all over the room, with soup covering the whole floor; he was so angry, angry with himself, angry with everything that happened seven years ago, and finally, he stumbled and sat on the floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Lucian, it has already been a month yet you have never been to the company, don't you think that it is high time that you move on, she's gone, and will never come back again," Ronnie tried to convince a drunk Lucian, he had been drinking for two weeks now. Ever since Krystie left him that day, he had never been to his house, always sleeping in the bar; he was so shabby that one might easily
Krystie had always thought of her godfather, Xavier, as a pillar of trust and support ever since the tragic loss of her parents in a mysterious accident. He had been her confidant, her rock in a sea of uncertainty, and not only that but also a role model to her in the field of medicine ever since she was young. Krystie has always shared with her godfather everything she was working on concerning the investigations as he had promised her that he would be more than willing to offer her any kind of support she might require from him. But lately, something had shifted in their relationship. At first, it was subtle. A fleeting glance here, a hesitant response there. But as time passed, Krystie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It was as if Xavier was wearing a mask, hiding behind a facade of concern while concealing something darker beneath the surface. It was during one of their regular meet-ups at a cozy cafe that Krystie began to notice the discrepancies. As she po
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
The big boss stood at the corner of the warehouse looking out of the window. His dark mask covered his face as always. Things had started going wrong! The warehouse was silent except for the chirping of the birds outside. Ben, his right-hand man, stood beside him, tense. He was afraid the boss might lash out at him. "Boss, I think it's kind of strange, everything is so wrong right now. We still haven’t found Dr. Lawrence. It’s like he disappeared off the face of the earth. At the dock, everything was wiped out clean. I think we have a mole in our group." The big boss exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Lawrence, that bastard ruined everything. And now he’s hiding?" His voice was deadly calm, but everyone in the room knew what that meant, someone was going to die tonight. "About a mole, I have noticed that too. Don't worry about it. I'll handle everything in today's meeting. Make sure that boy also attends, I want to deal with him tonight." The big boss took a seat at the table.
The sirens grew louder as the cars made their way to Dock 47. The stench of gunpowder, blood and bodies scattered like discarded chess pieces in the area. Two black SUVs with tinted windows screeched to a halt. Armed men dressed in black tactical gear spilt out. Their faces were masked, they had been tracking the van since it left the hospital. They were Krystie's people, not the police. The GPS trackers hidden inside the cartons had led them here. The sirens were only to scare everyone away. "Secure the area and clean everything!" barked the team leader, a man with a sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes that missed nothing. Inside the cartons, the doctors and nurses had begun to stir, groggy from the sedatives. Panic flashed across their faces as the realization set in, everything foggy in their minds. One of the men yanked the tape off a doctor’s mouth. The doctor gasped, coughing violently as he tried to speak. "Please help us," he croaked, his voice raw from dehydration.
Dr Lawrence’s eyes fluttered open. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, the cold dampness of the room made him shiver. His head throbbed with pain, a dull ache from the back where he had been struck. He tried to move, but his arms were bound tightly behind a metal chair, his legs shackled to the floor. The faint sound of waves crashing hinted that they were near the coast. Perhaps Italy, from the faint accent in the whispered words exchanged around him. As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. He was in a vast, abandoned warehouse somewhere unfamiliar. His heart raced with panic when he noticed the men surrounding him. They weren’t the big boss’s men. They were fierce, sharp-eyed men dressed in black, their postures rigid with discipline. Some had scars and others bore tattoos with symbols he couldn’t recognize, but all of them radiated the same silent threat. Their faces were cold, emotionless, and deadly. "Where am I?" Dr Lawrence asked drawing the attention o
The hospital corridors were very silent. Krystie, Lucian, and his team of trusted allies walked through, dressed in scrubs and surgical masks. "Let me check on Chloe first," Krystie whispered to Lucian as she peeled away from the group. She reached the door and paused, her heart pounding in her chest. "Inject her now. She's the next one for the procedure," a cold voice ordered from inside. Krystie’s eyes flashed with fury. Without hesitation, she kicked the door open. Two masked nurses turned in shock, one holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Chloe lay on the bed helplessly, her face pale from fear of what would happen if Krystie didn't make it on time. Krystie grabbed the nurse with the syringe, twisting his wrist until the needle clattered to the floor. With a swift punch to his jaw, he crumpled. The second nurse lunged at her, but she was faster, driving her elbow into his throat before sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the floor with a thud. Krystie to
Krystie, Chloe, and Lucian sat in the living, each one deep in their thoughts. Krystie’s phone buzzed, breaking through the silence. She picked it up, her eyes narrowing as she read the message: Boss, there is another unauthorized surgery scheduled soon. Details are vague, but it’s happening within the next few days. Nancy. Krystie’s jaw tightened. She stood abruptly pacing around the room. They are not going to stop any soon, there's another scheduled surgery happening soon, she muttered, her voice low Lucian’s eyes darkened, but Chloe spoke first. "Then we need to stop them. We can’t sit here while people out there need our help. That's what Papa taught us. Krystie shook her head in frustration. "Exactly. But I don't know how to help them. I can’t go back into the hospital without drawing attention. I’m still under investigation. I was suspended, remember." A deafening silence followed until Chloe broke it. "Then that's the point where my plan comes into the picture. I
The blood-stained envelope lay on the table, its edges crumpled. Krystie stared at it with a pounding heart. Chloe and Lucian sat across from her, anticipation evident on their faces. The silence between them was almost deafening. Krystie’s heart raced as she finally tore it open. The contents spilt out across the table, a stack of photographs faded with time, and a small note written in Cassandra's handwriting. Krystie reached for them with trembling fingers, afraid of what she might see. Chloe’s gasped, her fingers flying to her mouth. "Oh my God…" she whispered, her eyes darting from photo to photo. The first photo showed a strikingly handsome young man with piercing dark eyes and a charismatic smile. He was laughing, caught mid-motion, his arm around someone just out of frame. Krystie’s breath hitched. She recognized him from the countless times Lucian had mentioned him. Damien! Lucian’s elder brother. The same brother who had been murdered the day Krystie’s parents died