Krystie, immediately she arrived home took notice of two people who were cuddled on the sofa, Chloe sleeping on Mark's lap, while Mark held her protectively, a smile crept at the corners of her lips, and without disturbing them she walked past them so that she could go clean up, she was feeling stuffed, and the Lucian guy cologne still lingered on her body.Once Krystie was done, she came back down only to find them awake. Without a word Krystie too sat opposite them and took her phone and started playing video games, she was so tired that she had asked for a day off from work, which would be so unusual of her. Chloe and Mark sat on the sofa looking at Krystie as if she had grown horns, they appeared exhausted, with dark circles under their eyes, and drooping eyelids a clear indication that they had not slept at all.Krystie completely ignored them and let them stare at her all they wanted, she was not going to answer something that they had not asked her, she let the staring competi
Lucian who stood at the door not very sure whether he was at the right address was stunned when the door was roughly opened, "What else do you want, just do whatever you want, am not interested in you all, you can have each other, that is none of my business!"Not very sure whether the outburst was meant for him or not Lucian once more rang the bell. Irked up, Krystie opened the door, she wanted to give the duo an earful but that's until she saw who stood before her, startled by the unexpected visitor, she cautiously opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Lucian standing there."Lucian, what are you doing here?" Krystie asked, her voice tinged with apprehension, she had known his name when Alex had earlier on called him out. Lucian felt so happy hearing her call him by his name. Without waiting for an invitation, Lucian strode into the apartment, his demeanor brash and self-assured. He ignored Krystie's question and instead welcomed himself into her house and
Krystie's heart raced as she stood outside the imposing doors of the bureau office. It was almost the agreed time, just five minutes to eight. She couldn't believe she was here, about to get a marriage license with a man she barely knew. But the threat of a lawsuit from Lucian hung over her head like a dark cloud, forcing her hand."If that's your final answer, then I have no choice but to take legal action against you. "These words were stuck in her mind, making Krystie wonder who the hell in this world takes responsibility for their one-night stand by marrying them! Everything had started with her reckless decision last night when she nursed her broken heart, drowning her sorrows in cheap drinks that she was not careful to end up spiked. Krystie regretted it because that one night stand had turned into a nightmare when Lucian had showed up on her doorstep the previous day demanding her to take responsibility for him by accompanying him to the bureau office. Krystie felt a shive
Krystie only took fifteen minutes to arrive at the hospital, a drive that would have taken her twenty-five minutes under normal circumstances. Earlier on, when Krystie had just started the engine she had received another message from Mark who had claimed that Chloe, Krystie's twin sister was also a victim of the road accident that had occurred just a few minutes ago at the highway.Immediately Krystie arrived at the hospital she was faced with the most chaotic scene she had ever witnessed. As alarms blared and patients flooded in, those with minor injuries being assisted in while the critically injured were being wheeled in by the nurses, Krystie quickly activated her training, drawing upon her knowledge and experience to navigate the crisis. Good thing there were no deaths reported, and the injuries were not severe. With a calm demeanor, Krystie prioritized the patients' care, swiftly handling the most critical cases while delegating simple cases to nurses and other staff members.
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
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