Sylvia’s heart raced as she spotted a man walking toward her in the dimly lit club. Panic surged within her. “Please help me!” she cried out, her voice barely rising above the pulsating music. Though the alcohol blurred her senses, she instinctively recognized the danger that loomed nearby. “Sylvia?” The man called her name, his tone both familiar and unsettling. As he drew closer, her heart sank. It was Nicole, the man who had once promised her the world but had shattered her dreams instead. Memories of their past rushed back, but there was no time to dwell on them now. Nicole’s expression shifted from surprise to concern as he approached them. “Don’t interfere, young man,” a menacing figure warned from behind her. “Stay out of this if you don’t want to get injured.” His tone dripped with menace, and Sylvia felt a shiver run down her spine. Nicole’s response was immediate. He kicked the man away with surprising strength, sending him sprawling onto the floor. “Let’s go!” he shoute
The morning sun crept through the curtains, waking Sylvia earlier than she intended. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the bed, her head pounding as if she had carried a heavy load through the night. The events of the previous evening flooded her mind, and she winced, feeling the full force of her headache. Determined to shake off the discomfort, she shuffled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, soothing her aching head as she let it run, hoping it would alleviate some of her pain. Sylvia avoided medication whenever possible, believing in the body’s ability to heal naturally. After a few moments under the water, she finally felt a bit clearer, though the headache lingered. After her shower, she dried off and slipped into a simple blue dress that made her feel somewhat put together. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, taking a moment to appreciate her reflection. “You can do this,” she whispered, steeling herself for the
Sylvia snapped out of her train of thought, confused as she looked out of the window. She knew that Stephan's house was not far away from her workplace. It is just like an hour's journey but they have been on the road for an hour and thirty minutes now. She saw that she was not familiar with the place the driver was driving. She was scared and quickly took her phone out , she texted Stephan and told him where she was, she hit the send button. She raised her head and saw that the driver was pointing a gun at her. She was so scared, her palms became sweaty. She clenched her fist to stop herself from trembling. Sylvia trembled, she had to clench her fist tightly to stop herself from showing weaknesses to the killer. She always wanted to die in the past but now someone is pointing a gun at her. She doesn't want to die anymore and she is afraid of dying. "Your phone" The man said, his voice sounded thick and dangerous, he was putting on a nose mask with a dark eyeglass. Sylvia d
Stephan sat in the living room, his eyes glued to the door, anxiously waiting for Sylvia to walk in. The silence stretched around him like a heavy blanket. Earlier that day, he had gone to her workplace, but she hadn’t been there. This was unusual; Sylvia typically preferred the comfort of home, only venturing out for her late shifts. After pacing the room a few times, he picked up his phone and dialed her number. The ringing tone echoed in the stillness, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustration gnawed at him. He glanced at his phone, suddenly aware of an unsettling truth: he didn’t know who to reach out to if he needed help. Sylvia rarely mentioned her friends or colleagues. Just as he contemplated trying her again, a text message notification broke the silence. Beep. His heart raced as he opened the message. “Can you come and save me? I think I’m somewhere on Universal Street.” His brow furrowed. Panic surged through him. What did she mean by “save me”? Without wasting a
Finally managing to position himself next to her, he gathered her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her blood against his skin. Sweat dripped down his forehead, a mix of fear and physical strain, but all he could focus on was Sylvia. “Sylvia?” he whispered, desperate for a response. Her skin was cold, and her breathing was shallow. “Am I in heaven?” she murmured, her voice faint. “Why am I hearing Stephan’s voice too?” In that moment, he almost laughed at her confusion, but the gravity of the situation crushed any humor. “Little fool,” he croaked, his voice thick with emotion. Tears glistened in her eyes, and his heart ached at the sight. “So I’m really in heaven.” With great effort, Sylvia opened her eyes, though the brightness of the flashlight seemed to blind her momentarily. She squinted, trying to adjust. “Stephan? What are you doing in heaven too?” she asked, her voice growing weaker. Before he could respond, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she fell unconscious. “Sylvia!
Suddenly, he attempted to stand from his wheelchair, determination written all over his face. Sylvia gasped, panic filling her eyes. “What are you doing? Do you want your wounds to get worse?” she exclaimed, concerned about flooding her features. Stephan offered her a reassuring smile, buoyed by the care she exhibited. “This injury is nothing,” he said, trying to dismiss her worries. “All you have to do is get well.” He adjusted the pillow behind her head, ensuring she was comfortable. Watching him, Sylvia felt her heart ache. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of his exertion and concern for her. A longing filled her—she wanted to rely on him, to feel the warmth of love without fear. Yet the memory of past heartbreaks loomed over her, whispering doubts. Falling for the wrong person could hurt like hell, but how could one distinguish between the right and wrong? “Is this love?” she pondered silently. The thought echoed in her mind, making her reflect on her past
“Young master,” Dave called, his voice low yet urgent. Stephan, tense and impatient, clenched his fists. “Where is he?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn’t disturb the woman sleeping inside the ward. “They took him to the warehouse,” Dave replied, maintaining a respectful demeanor. “Let’s go,” Stephan ordered, his tone brokering no argument. Dave nodded, moving swiftly to wheel Stephan out of the hospital. He maneuvered the wheelchair with practiced ease, guiding him through the sterile hallways and out to the parking lot. Once they reached the car, he helped Stephan into the passenger seat before taking the driver’s position. The engine roared to life, and Dave expertly navigated the vehicle through the city streets, the tension inside the car palpable. The weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on both men. … After a short drive, Dave parked in front of a desolate warehouse, the structure looming ominously against the cloudy sky. He assisted Ste
The man’s heart raced. Perhaps he should have confessed when he had the chance. Stephan walked into the dimly lit room, his footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with tension as he approached the man bound to the chair. A single flickering light bulb cast eerie shadows on the walls. "Are you ready to confess?" Stephan asked, his voice low and menacing. The man's eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape. He nodded hesitantly. "Good, I'm listening," Stephan said, his tone unreadable. The man took a deep breath before speaking. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don't know who sent me." Stephan's expression remained skeptical. He chuckled, sending shivers down the man's spine. "It seems you're not ready to confess," Stephan said, his voice dripping with malice. "Give him another shot, Dave. Let him sleep forever." The man's eyes widened in terror. "No! Please don't! I'll confess, I swear!" Stephan raised an eyebrow. "Say something useful
Sylvia Luke nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Lily’s words. It felt like a moment of clarity had settled over her, one that brought a sense of understanding she had been searching for. “Okay, I understand now,” she said, finishing the last drop of her drink. It was refreshing, like a cool breeze on a sweltering day, and she felt a little lighter. Lily, however, had different plans. She poured a generous measure of alcohol into her glass and downed it in one swift motion. The burn felt familiar, a reminder that sometimes the easiest way to dull the ache of longing was to simply forget. She forced a smile, one tinged with bitterness, knowing Sylvia Luke couldn’t see the true emotion behind it. Deep down, she longed for someone like Stephan Damon—someone who would love her unconditionally. “You are a lucky girl,” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the hum of the bar. It was a statement directed not at Sylvia but at her own unfulfilled desires. “Did you say
Lily Doo nodded, her expression shifting from playful to concerned. “Yes, I am. What about you?” she asked, studying Sylvia closely. Sylvia Luke shrugged, pouring a drink into the empty glass on the table. “I am okay,” she replied, attempting to mask the turmoil beneath her surface. Lily smiled knowingly. “You don’t look like you are alright,” she said, her tone laced with familiarity. “Is it written all over my face?” Sylvia countered, trying to keep her voice light, but the weight of her emotions was hard to hide. “If you want to deceive everyone, you can’t deceive me,” Lily said, her voice firm yet gentle. “I can tell when you’re not really okay. What’s wrong? Are we still best friends? You’ve started keeping things away from me.” Her expression turned sad, and Sylvia felt a pang of guilt. Sylvia sighed, feeling the walls close in on her. “It’s Stephan Damon!” she blurted out. “And I’m sure you’re keeping things from him too. What are you hiding from me?” Lily chuckled, a hin
Sylvia Luke closed her room door with a soft thud and sank onto the bed, her mind racing. Just then, her phone rang, slicing through her thoughts. Startled, she fished it out of her bag and glanced at the screen. It was Lily, her closest friend. She answered the call, placing the phone to her ear. “Hello?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What’s up?” Lily’s voice came through, bright and cheerful. “I’m good. What about you?” Sylvia replied, attempting to mirror her friend’s upbeat tone. “Okay. Are you around?” Lily asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Yes, I am,” Sylvia confirmed, feeling a spark of enthusiasm flicker within her. “Let’s meet at Shell Bar then,” Lily suggested. “Okay, I’ll meet you there in a jiffy,” Sylvia said, glad for the distraction. “Sure, waiting for you,” Lily chirped before hanging up. Sylvia placed her phone down and took a deep breath. She needed this—some time with her friend to clear her head. She got up from the bed and walked o
Stephan Damon’s expression darkened at the mention of her name. “She’s with the police. Why do you ask?” His tone was guarded; he didn’t want to believe that Sylvia Luke might feel sympathy for the woman who had wronged her. Sylvia Luke shrugged, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. “I just want to see her, to understand. I feel like she might have been deceived or something,” she said, her voice quieter now. The idea of confronting the woman was daunting, yet she felt a strange pull to learn more, to empathize with someone who seemed to be acting out of pain. Stephan Damon regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze searching her face. He could see the turmoil within her, the struggle between her desire for justice and her instinct to show compassion. “You don’t have to carry her burden too,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “Focus on your healing first.” Stephan Damon nodded, the weight of the situation hanging between them. “She will tell the police all that. Did you re
Minutes turned into hours, and Stephan Damon remained by her side, his resolve hardening. He would do everything in his power to ensure that she felt safe and loved. The darkness that had encroached on their lives would be pushed away, and he would fight for their future together, no matter what it took. He leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “Please, come back to me,” he murmured, his voice laced with emotion. “I need you.” Stephan Damon walked out of the ward, needing a moment to collect himself and avoid disturbing Sylvia Luke’s fragile peace. He stepped into the dimly lit corridor and pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed a number. “Hello?” came a cautious voice on the other end. “Boss, the woman is still adamant that Madam seduced her husband. She claims she received some images on her phone,” the bodyguard reported, his voice shaky. Stephan Damon clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white. Anger surged th
Stephan Damon dropped to his knees beside Sylvia Luke, his heart aching at the sight of her. She lay still, her chest barely rising and falling, and for a moment He walked closer to her and carried her in his arms not caring about how dirty and haggard she looked. The smell of urine assaulted his nose, but he didn't care about that, he was a clean freak but he didn't even bother about getting dirty. “Sylvia?” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. Sylvia Luke heard the familiar tone, like a lifeline pulling her back from the abyss. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, each flutter feeling like a monumental effort. Finally, she managed to focus on the face that meant everything to her. “Hubby, you’re finally here,” she said in a low, raspy tone, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. The effort it took to appear cheerful only deepened the ache in Stephan Damon’s heart. His chest tightened painfully as he took in her disheveled appearance. She looked so fra
Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, the phone in her pocket began to ring, cutting through the chaos like a beacon. The woman, still holding her down, felt the vibrations and yanked the phone out. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting to one of disdain as she read the name: “Baby.” “You’re really shameless. Is it one of the men you seduced calling you? Let’s see who else you’ve seduced after my husband,” the woman sneered, holding the phone like a trophy, her expression a mix of triumph and derision. Sylvia Luke’s mind felt blank, a swirling fog taking over as she processed everything. The ringing felt distant, and she could barely comprehend the woman’s words. The humiliation, the anger, the pain—it all melded into a haze. Her consciousness flickered in and out, making it hard to focus on anything but the overwhelming embarrassment. “Answer it! Let’s see who you really are!” the woman demanded, pressing the phone to Sylvia Luke’s ear. Through the haze, S
“Hello?” a man’s voice cut into the conversation. Sylvia Luke’s brow knitted in confusion. “Who are you?” she asked, sensing the shift in tone. “I’m the officer handling Miss Emily Anthony’s case. Are you her workplace friend?” he asked, his voice professional yet firm. “Yes,” she replied, anxiety bubbling in her chest. “Okay, your friend borrowed a sum of one million dollars from a lady over the past two months and has refused to pay. Can you come to our station?” the officer explained. Sylvia Luke’s mind raced. A million dollars? What had Emily Anthony gotten herself into? “Where is your office located?” she asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. “Downhills Local Area,” the officer replied. Sylvia Luke muttered an acknowledgment before hanging up. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaited her at the station. She grabbed her jacket and hurried out of the house, her pulse quickening with every step. She didn’t see David, her personal driver, in
She scrolled down to the comment section, her heart sinking further as she read the barrage of supportive messages directed at Ruth Slice. The comments flowed in like a tidal wave: “Ruth Slice’s hubby: I know it was that bitch who seduced Mr. Tony. You’re really nice and kind hearted; you even forgive her and call her sister-in-law! That bitch seduces married men!” “Bitchy: Tsk tsk, you are really nice. You gave up easily! I love your courage—thumbs up! You are my role model from now on.” “Ruth Slice’s daddy: she even seduced other people’s men. Watch out for this whore!” “Anonymous: You are so kindhearted; you should not be like that black-hearted bitch. Keep being kind hearted!” Sylvia Luke laughed, amusement mixed with anger as she read the comments. Kind Hearted? she thought bitterly. Although she had no concrete evidence linking Ruth Slice to her earlier troubles, a nagging feeling told her that Ruth Slice had orchestrated much of the chaos in her life. Her instincts h