Frozen in shock, the two women gazed at Christine, their eyes wide with utter disbelief. They struggled to comprehend the revelation before them. How could Christine possibly be the owner of such a vast empire? Even Loukas, who was widely recognized for his wealth, did not possess such assets. Although fairly new on the market, every business magazine had placed the CEO of CDE Group at the pinnacle of success. Elenora, doing her best to push her surging emotions to the back of her mind, finally managed to speak. “Certainly, I wasn’t expecting you,” she admitted, her voice quivering slightly. Her face had lost its color, turning an ashen shade of pale. Jane, sensing the palpable tension but unaware of the complex dynamics at play, voiced her concern. “What just happened?” She inquired earnestly. “Is there something wrong?” Gesturing authoritatively to her team, Christine declared, “If you all would kindly step outside, I’d like to have a private discussion with them.” “Certainly.”
The air seemed to grow cold, as if the temperature had plummeted to an icy zero degrees, while the intense staring contest between Elenora and Christine persisted. Cold shivers cascaded down Martha’s spine, making her more anxious by the second. “Mommy, let’s go! We’ve done all we can here for today!” Martha implored, her voice tinged with concern. Elenora, her mother, knew that her daughter was speaking the truth. She needed to withdraw for now, lick her emotional wounds, and regroup to strategize anew. Christine may have triumphed in this small and seemingly insignificant battle, but Elenora was determined to emerge victorious in the final war that loomed ahead. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go. The air in this room has turned poisonous,” Elenora hissed, her words seeping with venom. “There’s a treacherous snake before me, and I have no intention of letting it bite me.” Once she had stepped out of the building, Elenora swiftly fished her phone out of her purse and composed a pointed
“Absolutely not! Have you completely lost your mind? We cannot do that! We will not do that!” Jake’s voice resounded with a fiery authority, a tone which might intimidate most into submission. But she wasn’t one to be easily overruled. “Why not?” She retorted, her eyes flashing nervously, unable to comprehend the vehemence of his response. Confusion etched deep lines in her forehead. In her perspective, seeking out the man directly seemed the best strategy to uncover the truth about the night of her conception. The fragmented clues from that event formed the jigsaw puzzle she was desperate to complete. Jake, visibly agitated, exclaimed, “You’re asking why? There are countless reasons!” He raked his fingers through his hair, clenching tufts in exasperation. “For starters, that man is exceptionally dangerous. Furthermore, if we approach him, he’ll quickly deduce we’ve cloned his phone. This could force him underground, making him vanish. Or even worse, he could retaliate. Christine, w
When Christine hesitated for a moment before responding, Ethan eagerly stepped in to speak on her behalf. "Mommy and I have only recently returned from living abroad, Mister! I highly doubt you've had the pleasure of meeting her before." James took another, more lingering look at her. "Ah, I must indeed be mistaken," he conceded reluctantly, his eyes continuing to study her with an intensity that betrayed his words. 'Yet, there's this unshakable feeling that we've crossed paths before,' he thought, tilting his head to one side as if doing so would unlock a hidden memory. Ethan, noticing James' scrutiny, became defensive. "My Mommy is extraordinarily beautiful; there's no one in the world quite like her! It would be rather offensive to insinuate that she resembles someone else." Christine leaned over and tenderly kissed her son's forehead, whispering softly in his ear. "Ethan, sweety, let's remember to be polite." 'He won't recognize me,' Christine mused inwardly. 'It's been over f
James studied Martha’s picture with a mixture of confusion and intrigue, unsure of how to process this newfound revelation. The day had been a whirlwind of unexpected surprises, and while he couldn't quite put his finger on it, something deep within him was reacting strongly to the situation. "This auntie you see in the picture," Ethan piped up, "I met her for the first time just a few days ago. She isn't very fond of Mommy, you know. And as I've already mentioned to you, mister, Mommy and I used to live abroad." James nodded slowly, processing the young boy's words. "Oh, I see." Still, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Why does she harbor ill feelings towards his mother?' Hunter, having concluded his business call, approached the group, his eyes full of curiosity. Bending down to Ethan's eye level, he ruffled the boy's hair while trying to discern the subject of their intense discussion. "What's caught all of your attention so intently?" His gaze shifted from one person to another, se
Elenora could vividly recall the scandalous tale of Isabella and Miguel Fernandez, as it was almost impossible to forget. The intense media frenzy erupted just about two years ago and had captivated the attention of the global audience, with prying eyes and gossiping mouths scrutinizing every development. Tabloids voraciously devoured each fragment of information, disseminating it to an audience that was equally ravenous for salacious details. Miguel Fernandez, a magnate with a formidable presence in the oil industry, had infamously betrayed his strikingly beautiful wife, engaging in an affair with a student. The scandal permeated headline after headline, captivating the global audience, all of whom were dissatisfied when the full truth of the matter remained shrouded in mystery. Immersed in the narrative, individuals felt they were deserving of the complete story, even though the intimate details of the couple's saga should have ideally remained their own. Nonetheless, once the stor
Hunter cautiously set the little boy down onto his own two feet. He then desperately tried to force the windows open, but they remained stubbornly shut, having been locked by the system for security purposes. In Hunter's perception, time seemed to stretch and warp. Every second felt like a minute, every minute an hour. The weight of the situation pressed on him, making each breath he took feel more labored and each beat of his heart more pronounced. His increasing distress contrasted with Christine’s attempts to mask her aversion to heights. Whether it was genuine fear or an odd sense of self-preservation became irrelevant in the gravity of the present circumstance. His condition was palpably more serious. "Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?" Ethan inquired, his voice a breathless whisper, the abrupt shift in his father's demeanor ringing alarm bells in his young mind. "I'm fine, no worries, champ!" Hunter reassured, raking shaky fingers through his hair, yet the visible distress etch
Until they reached the ground, the ride descended into an awfully tangible silence, a quiet that seemed to consume the space around them, wrapping them tightly in its invisible grip. Although it might have appeared that they were all engrossed, gazing through the glass wall, in stark reality, they were just staring into an abyss of nothingness. Christine cradled Ethan tenderly in her arms, her posture radiating an unspoken, fierce protectiveness. Once the immediate dread for Hunter's safety had dissipated, a wave of chilling concern for her son cascaded through her, washing over her in chilly, unsettling waves. Ethan's small frame was still trembling slightly, a manifestation of the massive guilt he was internalizing. For a boy of merely five, such guilt was a colossal weight, a burden too profound. His innocent wish had only ever been for his parents to be closer, to spend more cherished moments as a family. 'Did I make Daddy sick? What if he never forgives me? Or worse, never spea