"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
Krystie's heart raced as she listened to the chilling message left on her voicemail. It was a voice she knew too well yet had hoped never to hear in such dire circumstances, the gruff, menacing tone of someone from her dark past. "They've got him. You know what to do if you ever want to see him alive." "Who?" Krystie asked confusion evident on her face. "Who else? Lucian, your husband!" The voice gruffed again. The words echoed in her mind as panic surged through her. Lucian, her dear husband, had been kidnapped. Fear gripped her, but beneath the fear burned a fierce determination. She knew exactly who had taken him, remnants of the mafia that Krystie had tried so hard to leave behind. Krystie's relationship with Lucian was built on trust, but there was one secret she had kept from him, her true identity as the heir to one of the most notorious mafia families in the country. Lucian had no idea of her background, believing her to be an ordinary orphaned woman with a straigh
The sunlight rays gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the disorganized bed where two figures could be seen lying next to each other, hugging each other, completely naked only that they were covered with a duvet. The distant hum of city life served as a gentle wake-up call to the lady as she stretched her arms and opened her eyes, the subtle aroma of fresh coffee wafted in from the hotel's breakfast area, enticing her to start the new day. Krystie stretched out, she was feeling her body hurting, she hadn't given a thought of what could be the reason, she had thought that maybe all this was because of the long day that she had the previous, but all that was only until everything settled in in her mind did she finally rose in a sudden, but her weak legs gave in that she ended up falling back on the bed with a thud. Krystie was shocked to find a handsome young man sleeping right beside her, his face very calm and pale yet dangerous at a closer glance, she was n
Krystie's heart raced as she listened to the chilling message left on her voicemail. It was a voice she knew too well yet had hoped never to hear in such dire circumstances, the gruff, menacing tone of someone from her dark past. "They've got him. You know what to do if you ever want to see him alive." "Who?" Krystie asked confusion evident on her face. "Who else? Lucian, your husband!" The voice gruffed again. The words echoed in her mind as panic surged through her. Lucian, her dear husband, had been kidnapped. Fear gripped her, but beneath the fear burned a fierce determination. She knew exactly who had taken him, remnants of the mafia that Krystie had tried so hard to leave behind. Krystie's relationship with Lucian was built on trust, but there was one secret she had kept from him, her true identity as the heir to one of the most notorious mafia families in the country. Lucian had no idea of her background, believing her to be an ordinary orphaned woman with a straigh
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
"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
"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, 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
"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
"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. "
"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
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