"Okay, fine, what do you want?"
Yohan's chuckle sent chills down her spine. "That's better. I just wanted to hear your voice."
Sara clenched her fist, frustrated at his audacity. "Is that all? Can I hang up now?"
The crackling of the burning cigarette filled the air as he exhaled a plume of smoke, the soft curl of it dancing in the air.
"Your voice alone is not enough to make me sleep peacefully."Sara took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Why are you doing this, Yohan? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"Because I can't resist you," he said, his voice turning husky. "You're like a drug, Sara, and I can't get enough of you."
"It's obsession."
Yohan chuckled darkly. "Call it what you want, but I know you feel it, too. You can't deny our connection."
With the phone still connected, he knew Sara was on the other end, but he remained silent, waiting for her to speak.
Before Sara could answer, Kevin wrapped hi
The sleek and elegant black car glided smoothly to a stop in front of the imposing Dixon Group headquarters, its dark tinted windows giving the onlookers just a glimpse of the enigmatic figure inside. As the car door opened, Yohan emerged, exuding an aura of power and authority in his perfectly tailored black suit. With a swift, confident movement, he buttoned up his blazer, adding to his already commanding presence. His black sunglasses shielded his intense gaze, leaving his emotions hidden from the curious onlookers.Beside him, Assistant Nolan walked briskly, keeping pace with Yohan's long strides, and meticulously detailing the day's appointments. The staff, who had gathered to witness his arrival, couldn't help but be overwhelmed by his charisma and charm. It was as if a magnetic force surrounded him, drawing everyone's attention as he made his way towards the entrance.As they ascended to the top floor, known as the presidential floor, whispers and hushed convers
The gun Leslie used had a silencer, rendering the shot noiseless, and the cabin was soundproof, keeping the chaos within its walls concealed from the outside world. Nobody knew that Yohan had been shot."You think I will say this?" Leslie taunted as she stood up, her eyes filled with a mix of triumph and madness. Yohan gritted his teeth and strangled her in a desperate attempt to kill her. But before he could do anything, Leslie pressed the gun against his stomach and fired the rest of the bullets into his body.Yohan grunted in pain, his strength rapidly fading as he stumbled and fell to the bloody floor. The room was now a gruesome scene, and he fought to stay conscious.Gasping for breath, Leslie managed to release herself from his weakening grip. She coughed, her mind racing with the realization that she needed to escape before anyone could enter the cabin.With a last look at Yohan, she quickly fled the scene, leaving him in a pool of blood.T
The hospital's main entrance was closed, and a crowd of people, along with reporters, had gathered at the gate, indicating the seriousness of the situation. The atmosphere was tense, and hushed whispers spread about the shocking incident.Sara drove her car to the back gate of the hospital, which was reserved for presidential entries. As she approached, the imposing bodyguards recognized her and couldn't help but let her pass through. They could see the worry and urgency in her eyes as she hurriedly made her way inside.Ignoring her own breathlessness, Sara rushed to the top floor, the presidential floor of the hospital. Each step felt heavy with anxiety, but she didn't let it deter her. As she reached the door to the ward, her heart pounded in her chest, and she paused for a moment to gather her strength before peeking inside.Clenching her fists, Sara looked through the glass door into the ward. In the lobby, she saw Bruno and Natalie sitting on the couch. Nat
When the morning light gently streamed into the master bedroom, Sara woke up to find Kevin absent. Assuming he must have left for work, she immediately decided to go and see Yohan at the hospital. She got ready quickly.As she descended the stairs, she heard Kevin's voice coming from his study room. The door was partially open, allowing her to overhear the conversation he was having on the phone. His voice sounded panicked, which immediately caught her attention.“If she was last who visited Ricky, she must be the attacker, wouldn't she?”Quietly, Sara approached the study room and stood just outside the door, trying not to intrude but unable to resist the urge to listen.“Inspector, do whatever is necessary to find her, regardless of where she might be located… Okay… No, I will talk to Ryan. Okay then, keep me updated…”Kevin's voice was filled with urgency as he spoke on the phone, and Sara strained to
Kevin placed his hand over hers, his touch comforting. He looked down."I understand how much you want to see him," he continued.Sara's lips quivered, and a tear welled up, escaping from the corner of her eye.Kevin looked at her. "I've already spoken to the doctor. We're going to see him tomorrow."Her eyes filled with more tears, and Kevin gently brushed them away. He pulled her into an embrace, his arms providing comfort."Kevin...""Hmm?"He kept rubbing her back soothingly."Do you think it was really Leslie who did this to him?""Lots of evidence points to Leslie. Surveillance footage shows her leaving his cabin putting her gun back in her purse. After that, she disappeared. Peter Winkle and Neel Dixon are also nowhere to be found," Kevin explained."Is Neel involved in this?" Sara's eyes widened.Kevin nodded somberly. "He's actually Peter Winkle's biological son."Sara's jaw dropped in disbe
Sara Owen gently pushed the door open, her heart weighed down by a heavy burden of emotions. Amidst the rhythmic beeping of the machines, his weak voice reached her ears, a mere whisper that carried his longing, "Sara."Her heart clenched at the sound.How desperately he must have yearned to see her, to hear her voice!Stepping forward, she approached the bedside where he lay. Her voice was soft as she said, "Yohan..."Yohan's eyes fluttered open, his strength barely there. As his gaze landed on her, a sigh escaped his lips, muffled by the oxygen mask that still covered his face.Tears welled in Sara's eyes, her heart aching at the sight. His feeble attempt to move his fingers, a silent plea to hold her hand, tugged at her emotions. She drew nearer, her palm gently finding its place in his.His eyes closed.Sara remained by his side, seated close to the bed, her focus fixed on his face, as the moments passed in the silence....
Yohan was lying on the bed, leaning back with his eyes closed. One of his hands was wrapped in gauze, supported by his neck. The other arm had a tube attached to it, which he used to jerk things in frustration. His palm looked swollen, and there were marks from where the needles had been injected.Natalie's heart ached as she looked at him. Deciding to give it a shot, she walked into the room, and Bruno followed her in.Yohan's heavy eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the two of them coldly.Natalie approached the bed with a soft smile on her face."Ricky, it's getting real late. Can you just eat and hit the sack?" Natalie dared to ask.Yohan, true to form, just shut his eyes and ignored her. A quick glance between Natalie and Bruno and they knew what to do. Natalie slowly picked up the bowl of soup and tried again, "This is some awesome homemade soup. You gotta give it a shot.""No"Classic one-word reply.Just then, the doo
After deciding to skip the visit to Dixon Hospital the next day, Sara finally managed some sleep. However, her plans took a sharp turn when, upon leaving her office in the evening, she decided to call the hospital, just to confirm if everything was alright.What she heard on the other end of the line shook her to the core – Yohan hadn't taken his medicines or had any food, and he was essentially shutting himself off from the world.Frustration and worry clenched at her heart, pushing her to make her way to the hospital. Stepping into the lobby, her ears were met with Yohan's agonized screams. She strained to catch a glimpse, but the view was obscured by drawn curtains.What on earth could be causing him such distress?Moments later, the doctor and nurses emerged from his room. Sara wasted no time, approaching them hurriedly."Doctor," she inquired anxiously, "why was he screaming? Is he okay?""He refuses to take his meds, and when the
"How... How is that possible? I remember, we chatted the morning I got attacked. You were the one telling me the baby was all healthy. What the hell happened?" "Maybe it's just my rotten luck, Jemma. But seeing you with Sunny, I can't help but be grateful you made it through and had a healthy baby." "Oh, Jia..." Jemma enveloped her in a tight hug, both women clinging to each other as tears flowed freely. Meanwhile, Noah reached the October Villa. As he approached, Yohan shot him a glare colder than a snowstorm. "Dad... Mom..." Noah greeted them, his eyes darting around to gauge the situation. Sunny was playing with Yohan. Noah swallowed hard, sensing trouble. "How can you be so careless, Jimmy? Why'd you let Jemma come here alone at this hour? You know the danger's not over yet," Sara scolded, her tone edged with worry. "Mom, I didn't want her to come, but she insisted..." "You're avoiding the situation, Jimmy. You can't change the past, but you shouldn't be dodging what's happ
"Jimmy, it's been days. I want to see her and the baby. What's the big deal?"He sighed, "I promise, we'll go later. I just need to sort some things out first."Jemma, growing more anxious, insisted, "But I've been waiting, Jimmy. I can't wait any longer. What's going on?"Noah, worried about her mental state, softened his tone, "Listen, babe. Trust me, I'll take you to see Jia, okay? I don't want to rush into things."Jemma, feeling a pang of doubt, couldn't hold back, "Are you hiding something from me? Why won't you just take me?""No, Jemma, it's not like that.""Jimmy..." her eyes turned tearful."Okay. I'll take you out to dinner tonight, at October Villa. Jia's staying there, and we can see her afterward. Deal?"Jemma hesitated for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, dinner it is. But you better not forget about it.Noah smiled, relieved that he had managed to divert her attention, "I won't. Now, let me get going, okay?"Jemma agreed, watching him leave for the office. As the door clo
Noah trudged back from work, the day's burdens still hanging on his shoulders. Opening the bedroom door, he caught sight of Jemma singing a lullaby to Sunny in her sweet voice. Emotions surged within him, and he quietly closed the door, not wanting to disturb their tender moment.Sinking into the living room couch, Noah leaned back with a heavy sigh. Guilt and regret enveloped him as he grappled with the reality of their situation. Conflicting emotions swirled as he recognised the joy in Jemma's happiness but couldn't shake the haunting feeling that everything was amiss.Jemma placed Sunny in the cot and, on her way to the kitchen for water, found Noah sitting in the dimly lit living room, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other. She touched his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, extinguishing the cigarette and placing the glass on the table."Tired?" she asked.Noah sighed deeply, rubbing the gap between his eyes. "Is Sunny asleep?"Jemma nodded, her palm on his che
The next morning dawned, casting a feeble light across the hospital room. The oxygen mask, a constant companion in her struggle for breath, had been removed, leaving her vulnerable in the stark hospital room.As Jemma slowly opened her eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital greeted her senses. Her gaze fell on Noah, sitting at the edge of the bed, his face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and sorrow. Desperation flickered in her eyes, and as she tried to speak, her voice emerged as a raspy whisper, "Jimmy... where's our baby?"Noah's heart clenched at the question, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily in the air. He hesitated, avoiding her gaze, and gently urged, "Jemma, just take it easy. You need to rest."But Jemma, fueled by a mother's instinct and the gnawing fear that something was amiss, persisted, "Jimmy, please, where's our baby? Why won't you tell me?"His throat tightened with the burden of the truth he wasn't ready to share. Trying to divert her attention,
In the quiet aftermath, the doctor delivered a bittersweet message – Jia had given birth to a healthy baby boy, and she was fine. The family found themselves torn between joy for the new life and grief for the loss of Jemma's child. The terrace became a haven for Noah, who stood near the railing, his hands tucked into his pockets, gazing into the vast darkness.Jacob approached silently, standing beside him.Noah's shoulders slumped, burdened by the weight of the night. Understanding the unspoken unrest, Jacob placed a hand on Noah's shoulder."It's tough, Jimmy," Jacob finally said.Noah remained silent, still lost in the abyss of his thoughts."It's okay, Jimmy. It's not your mistake." Jacob added."You shouldn't have brought Jia here," Noah mumbled."I couldn't lie to her, and... I couldn't stop her," Jacob replied."How's she?" Noah asked, his voice strained."She's fine. Delivery went smoothly, not too hard on her. It's life.""How's the baby?" Noah's voice caught in his throat.
On a lovely evening, Jemma, bored at home, craved ice cream. Spontaneously, she called her driver and headed to the best ice cream spot. The cool sweetness lifted her spirits, turning a mundane evening into a delight.As Jemma indulged in her favourite ice cream, she decided to tease Noah, ignoring his earlier warnings about venturing out alone. Clueless about the impending twist in her evening, she initiated a video call, capturing the picturesque scene of her enjoying the sweet treat.Noah's face lit up when he saw Jemma's call, and his initial joy was evident as he glimpsed her savouring the ice cream. A smile played on his lips. However, his expression shifted when he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings and the people bustling behind her.Concern etched across his face, Noah interrupted her playful banter. "Jemma, where are you? You're not at home, are you?" he asked, his voice betraying a mix of worry and irritation.Jemma, still in her carefree mood, laughed, "Relax, Jimmy! Just
Yohan looked straight into her eyes, "Your mother didn't make a mistake giving birth to you and your brother. Being a mother ain't a mistake. The real mistake is not being able to bring a child into the world. And you didn't make a mistake wanting to bring life into this world."Jia lowered her head, tears welling up."He's a good guy. I'm proud of you."Jia rested her head on his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on her hand, patting it with his other hand."Jimmy's mad at him, not at you or your child. They're buddies. They'll figure it out.""Thanks, Dad."…Noah stepped out of the bathroom, catching sight of Jemma massaging her own feet. With a quick stride, he approached her."What are you doing? Lie down," he insisted, guiding her to lean back onto the bed. Noah grabbed a cushion, placing it behind her for support. Carefully, he lifted her leg, settling it on his thigh, and started massaging it gently.Jemma looked at him deeply, a gentle smile playing on her lips, radiating w
"Jimmy, just hear me out. It's true. It's Jacob, but...""I don't want to hurt you. Back off," he warned, and Sara covered her mouth in shock at the revelation."Mom, get her out of here," Noah yelled at his stunned mother. Jemma wasn't giving up, clinging to his arms to stop him."Jimmy, please... don't be so furious. At least try to understand. We can talk.""Jemma..." his dark eyes sent shivers down her spine, and she realized the magnitude of his anger.In the bedroom, as Jia and Jacob heard Noah's furious voice, Jia clutched Jacob's hand in fear. "Jacob...""Don't worry, I'll talk to him. Let me go.""No... no... please... please, Jacob..."Jacob gently released his hand from her grip and stepped out of the bedroom. Noah caught sight of him, and his anger surged."Freaking scoundrel!" Ignoring Jemma, he shoved her aside and lunged at Jacob."Jimmy... Jimmy..." Jemma screamed, almost drowned out by the chaos.Jacob attempted, "Jimmy, let's talk, okay.""I'll kill you!" But Noah un
"You won't do anything to him, brother. Please..." Jia approached him in fear."I'll kill that coward, Jia," Noah gritted his teeth, eyes blazing with anger."He's not a coward, brother.""This is pure cowardice. Who the hell leaves you in such a condition?" he shouted angrily."No brother, don't do anything to him. Please... he was going to tell you...""When? After the baby's born? It's been seven fucking months, Jia!" he screamed, shaking her. Jemma approached Jia, holding her shoulders, and said to Noah, "Jimmy, don't scare her. We can talk calmly.""I'm warning you, Jemma. Ask her who he is or get her ready to see his dead body in twenty-four hours."Saying that, he stormed out of the apartment furiously, leaving everyone shocked and scared. Jia sobbed, holding Jemma's hands, "Jemma... please... tell brother not to do anything to him... please... Jemma...""Calm down... calm down, Jia... don't cry... I'll talk to him."Jia rushed to Sara, stumbling into her legs, "Mom... please..