As Gwen walked away from the hospital, the weight of her actions settled heavily upon her. The echoes of her mistakes reverberated in her mind, causing her to question the choices she had made. Lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly buzzed, signaling an incoming call. It was Ivy, the person who had sent her on this ill-fated mission.
With a mix of trepidation and resignation, Gwen answered the call, her voice tinged with weariness. "Hello, Ivy."
Ivy's voice crackled with impatience and frustration on the other end of the line. "Gwen, did you get what I asked for? Is Sebastian's condition really as critical as we suspected?"
Gwen sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment. "No, Ivy. The hospital was swarming with cops. They were protecting Sebastian's privacy, and no one really knows the extent of his condition. I couldn't get any pictures."
I
Sebastian was now in his room, early in the morning, still recovering from his injuries. Despite the discomfort caused by the bandages on his hand, he held the remote tightly, his fingers gingerly switching through the television channels. As he scanned the news, his attention was suddenly captured by a breaking story that made his heart race.The news anchor's voice filled the room, reporting, "In a shocking turn of events, the body of a man was discovered earlier today, wrapped and cruelly discarded in the nearby lake. Preliminary investigations suggest he was shot before being disposed of. Authorities are currently working to identify the victim and determine the motive behind this heinous act."Sebastian's eyes narrowed, a twisted smile forming on his face. It was his doing, his carefully orchestrated plan that had come to fruition. Everythi
Max sat behind the wheel of the police car, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he observed Rose making her way towards the hospital entrance. Conflicting emotions surged within him, battling for dominance. Should he go to her? Should he seize this opportunity to apologize, to express his regrets for not saying anything that might have helped her remember him, so she doesn't think he was awkward?Lark, his cynical and mischievous partner, sat beside him, watching Rose's retreating figure with a smirk. "Well, well, Max. Look who decided to show up," Lark jeered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You really think she wants to see you? Don't forget, she's married now, and way out of your league."Max shot Lark a stern glare, his jaw clenched tightly. "You don't understand, Lark. It's not about that. I need to apologize, to explain myself," he asserted, his voice ting
Gwen's arrival in Chesterfield city was filled with hope and ambition. She had dreams of making it big as a journalist, eager to dive into the world of reporting and storytelling. However, her journey towards establishing herself in the industry proved to be a tumultuous one.Despite her undeniable talent and impeccable work, Gwen found herself facing constant setbacks and rejections. Each job she managed to secure seemed promising at first, but she was consistently let go after only a few months. The reasons varied—budget cuts, restructuring, or simply a lack of available positions. It was a frustrating cycle that left Gwen questioning her abilities and her future in journalism.During this challenging period, Gwen turned to online platforms as a means of finding some kind of solace and connection. It was in one of these virtual spaces that she crossed paths with Lark. Intrigued
Lyra sat on the edge of her bed, frustration etched across her face. She flung her phone onto the mattress, its screen illuminating with a harsh glow. The anticipation of receiving valuable information from Gwen had dwindled into disappointment, leaving her seething with frustration.Lyra: "Damn it, Gwen! What is she doing? I expected more from her. I paid her for a reason."Her mind raced, thoughts swirling with regret and doubt. Lyra questioned whether entrusting Gwen with this crucial task had been a mistake. She couldn't afford to waste time or money on fruitless endeavors, especially when her eagerness to uncover Sebastian's secrets burned so fiercely within her.As she muttered curses under her breath, a mix of anger and disappointment washed over her. She had hoped Gwen would provide valuable insights into Sebastian's current situation, granting her an advantage over Rose,
Rose walked briskly through the dimly lit hallways, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold marble floors. With each step, her mind churned with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. She couldn't shake off the weight of the revelation—Prisca knew she was pregnant. It felt like a heavy mole lodged uncomfortably in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.As she approached Sebastian's room, her heart pounded in her chest, quickening its pace. The door loomed before her, a barrier between her and the unknown.Rose imagined Sebastian on the other side of the door, his expression a tapestry of emotions—shock, disbelief, perhaps even anger. She couldn't help but wonder how he would react when he learned that Prisca already knew. Would he be hurt? Betrayed? Or would he find solace in the fact that someone else understood their complex situation?As the seconds tick
"No, Sebastian!" Rose's voice erupted in a piercing scream, her hands instinctively clasping tightly over her quivering mouth. Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and defiance as she summoned the courage to challenge him.Sebastian, his expression darkening, fixed his intense gaze upon her, the weight of his stare causing a chilling sensation to crawl down her spine. With an ominous tone, he demanded an explanation for her audacious response."What do you mean by 'no'?" Sebastian's voice resonated with a menacing undertone, filling the room as he leaned forward, refusing to divert his penetrating gaze from her face. The power dynamic between them shifted palpably, and Rose sensed the magnitude of her defiance."We simply cannot not have the baby,Sebastian," Rose stated, his voice heavy with anguish as tears streamed down his face. Rose, o
Rose shifted uneasily as she regained consciousness , her eyelids fluttering open to reveal the sterile, white hospital room. As her groggy mind tried to piece together the fragments of her memory, a shiver ran down her spine. She could vaguely recall being escorted by Damian after her unsettling conversation with Sebastian. The memory of his eyes haunted her, a chilling gaze that ignited fear deep within her soul.Tentatively, Rose placed her trembling hands on her stomach, her heart sinking as a surge of pain shot through her body. A gasp escaped her lips, and she winced, feeling the emptiness where she once felt life briefly . They had done it. They had successfully removed her baby, an innocent life taken away against her will. The tears that streamed down her cheeks were scalding, reflecting the overwhelming anguish and devastation that engulfed her."Why... Why did t
Gwen sat alone at the dimly lit bar, casually and absentmindedly turning the cup that held her drink as her thoughts danced around her career and the choices she had made. The weight of unfulfilled ambitions bore down on her shoulders, mingling with a sense of resignation. It was in this moment of her thoughts that her phone buzzed, alerting her to a message from Lyra.Curiosity spiked , Gwen unlocked her phone to find an alert from Lyra and a cryptic text promising further details soon. A small spark of anticipation flickered within Gwen's chest, temporarily diverting her thoughts away from her own struggles. She wondered what Lyra had in store, what plan she was concocting.As Gwen's mind wandered, Rose's face emerged from the depths of her thoughts. She recalled the subtle nuances in Lyra's behavior, sensing a mix of jealousy and annoyance whenever Sebastian's name was