GENERAL POVThe afternoon sun started to dip down.Nathan and Owen arrived at Thompson’s hospital accompanied by about six police vans.Their father’s call had come to them not too long ago, informing them of everything going over there and the necessary action they were to take.And on their arrival, just like they had been told. There was indeed chaos waiting at its entrance.A sea of protesters swarmed outside, waving a wild array of colored placards, their chants rising and falling in a show of defiance and discontent. Their sister’s name is written boldly on a number of them.The air was thick with tension as police sirens wailed through the expansive vicinity, the convoy cutting through the crowd. The tires screeched as the vehicles came to a halt. The exhaust pipes are releasing smoke.Nathan and Owen leaped first, followed by tens of uniformed officers pouring from the vans, moving with swift precision."Clear them out." Nathan barked, his voice slicing through the noise. Hi
ISABELLA POVThe sun caressed my partially bare skin, warming me up as I lay back on the soft lounge chair.My legs were stretched out lazily, and my pink sarong clung loosely around my waist, a light breeze catching its edges, while my bikini top looked even brighter under the hovering sunlight. I could feel the weight of all the experiences that made up the past year.And this private beach was just the perfect place for that kind of reflection.It was so secluded, it felt like a dreamland, far removed from everything we had been through. There were only a few other people scattered along the sand, their voices distant, like whispers blending with the wind.I glanced toward an old couple nearby, laughing over something I couldn’t quite catch. For a brief moment, their laughter pulled me into their joy, and I found myself chuckling too before sinking back into my own thoughts.It was a surreal thing.It actually really was; it was sitting here, whole and alive. Thinking about the
ISABELLA POVThe ride into town felt like a breath of fresh air. The farther we drove, the more exhilarated I felt.Through the window, the sun added to the glow of the streets, and I let the breeze carry my thoughts away, watching as the scenery transformed gradually from open roads to bustling streets.When we finally reached the town, it was like stepping into another world; it was so lively and full of energy. The devoted vendors lined the sidewalks, their voices rising over the chatter of tourists and locals. Groups of school-aged children darted between people, laughter echoing as they played, while couples strolled hand in hand. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with the lightness of the moment.I glanced at Michael, who seemed just as absorbed in the scene as I was."This place is heaven," he murmured.I nodded so much more quickly, watching his hairy hands rest casually on the steering wheel."Yeah, I can see why you wanted this trip."In the minutes after, we p
GENERAL POVElsa paced along the length and breadth of her wide bedroom.The thud of her steps was audible on the patterned carpet beneath her feet.Her phone dangled loosely from her hand, swaying with every sharp turn she made.Her face was a red mask, contorted in a mixture of great fury and disbelief.Her brow was furrowed deeply, and her mouth pulled into a tight, thin line. Her lips twitched occasionally, as if words of frustration were threatening to spill out at any moment, but all that emerged was a low, aggravated huff.She squeezed the phone tighter, as though willing it to disappear. The room felt suffocating, her thoughts crashing violently inside her head.“How could he?”Her palms were trembling as she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with anger.“How could the old man really do this?” The words felt foreign on her tongue, like speaking them aloud made the betrayal even more real. Then suddenly she stopped moving, her chest rising and falling rapidly as sh
GENERAL POVOwen's fingers moved rhythmically over the keyboard, and his eyes focused on the screen as lines of text filled the page. Then, after some time and ever so gradually, the rhythm started to falter. His pace was slowing down, and his gaze began to drift away from the computer screen.There was this small smile that started to play on his face, a subtle shift from the concentration he had held moments before. And the image behind all that was one person—Claire.It was her again. The third time today, in fact, that she had invaded his thoughts. He couldn't help it; there was something about her—her sharp wit, the way her intelligence commanded attention without effort, and the quiet elegance with which she carried herself.She wasn't just beautiful; she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made everyone around her stand a little straighter.That quality in women was rare.Owen's mind wandered further, recalling the way she would challenge his ideas with that k
ISABELLA’S POVThe morning was fresh, and Michael and I were walking side by side along the beach. The vacation house was only a few steps behind us.It was close enough to show faint outlines of the porch lights that still glimmered.It felt like the whole world was slowly waking up, just for us."How has this week flown by so quickly?" I mused, glancing over at him with a soft smile.Michael chuckled, looking so relaxed in a way I had gotten used to since we came.After then, he nudged my shoulder quietly.We strolled, listening to the waves break gently against the shore, sharing quiet thoughts and little jokes as the sun lifted higher, its light glinting off the water and casting a golden glow on everything around us.Nearly an hour drifted by before we finally decided to return.Moments later, when we got back inside, I noticed something different about Michael. There was suddenly this mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked like he was up to something, and I couldn’t help bu
(GENERAL POV)That afternoon, the Howard family gathered in the grand living room of Grandpa Howard’s estate.At the head of the table, Grandpa was sitting, scanning the faces of everyone at the table, then slowly and steadily his focus was balanced solely on the vacant chair opposite him, where Michael was used to sitting during their meetings.Except that today he wasn't around; he was still away enjoying his vacation with his wife to be, Isabella.But nevertheless, the chair seemed to remind the old man of the exploits of his industrious grandson.Today, as of recent, he seemed especially proud and happy, considering all they have achieved so far in the company, from numerous products selling out to explosive contract bids now coming their way, twice that of the previous.Grandpa’s voice bore a mix of authority and pride when he spoke.“Well, I don’t need to tell all of you how far we’ve come,” he started, a glint of satisfaction lighting his eyes. “And I dare say, much of that su
(GENERAL POV)Moments after Mr. Howard saw the contents, panic surged through him.His eyes continued to widen, the familiar lines of age on his face tightening as he felt the tremor in his hands; his fingers were shaking, and there was this sudden cold feeling in his spine.From the dining room, Richard’s voice floated in. “Come off it, darling; you should have seen how they all reacted when Michael started joking about the budget cuts! I swear, half of them were ready to throw a party!”The laughter that followed was boisterous, a sharp contrast to the tension Grandpa was battling with.Grandpa squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to block out the light that felt like a cruel joke. He was thinking bitterly to himself.They have no idea what’s at stake.He glanced behind him, hearing Richard continue, his words echoing like taunts.“Just wait until we show them how the Howard family really does business! No one can resist our charm!”The lightheartedness of the convers