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“No, I can’t be jealous, right? I’m not even jealous” She thought as she kept staring at them, with the look of jealousy in her eyes but she would never agree she was jealous. She took another glass of drink and held it in her hands, she then gulped down everything in the glass and dropped it. She walked out of the house as she was feeling a little bit tipsy. She then entered the car and leaned her back against the car seat while waiting for Brandon to be done. Meanwhile, Brandon on the other hand who was speaking with some businessmen and women with Isabella by his side, turned, eye searching for Hannah but she was nowhere to be found.He wondered where she had gone. “Excuse me, please,” Brandon said to the men and women as he released Isabella’s grip from his. “Hey, are you leaving now?” Isabella asked as she followed Brandon who was still looking around trying to find Hannah. “Uhm, I have something really important to do right now, so yes,” Brandon said as he brought out his p
“Do you like the kiss?” his lips curved into a smile as he stared at the woman on top of him whose breath had become intense.Hannah scowled and tried standing up, this time he released his grip from her. She stood and stared at Brandon angrily.“You can always tell me whenever you want me to kiss you, don't worry you won't pay a dime, it's free,” Brandon said and Hannah hissed. “I want you out of this room before I return” Hannah walked out of the room, closed the door behind and took a deep breath. She touched her forehead and sighed before walking to the kitchen to get a cup of water. She walked inside the kitchen and met a few maids who greeted her, she smiled at them and strolled to the fridge. She took a bottle of water, opened it, and poured it Into a cup before drinking it. She dropped the bottle on the kitchen counter while staring into nothing. The thoughts of Brandon kissing her kept playing in her mind. She tried pushing the thoughts away but it just kept coming back.
After Brandon had walked out of the room, he opened the text message and saw it was from Edward. He was asking where he was because he couldn’t find him at his party.He quickly dialed Edward’s number. “Brandon, you didn’t tell me you were leaving,” Edwards said from the other side of the phone, the moment he answered it. “I had to take my wife home, she wasn’t feeling too well,” Brandon said and Edward hummed. “Alright, I will be paying a visit to the company soon, we’ve got business to discuss,” Edward said and with that, he ended the call. Brandon sighed and placed his phone back in his pocket. He went to his study room and noticed the door was open. He wondered who entered the room and left the door open. He closed the door behind him and sat on his chair, facing his computer, and decided to go through some unfinished work and check more online about the company that wants to partner with them. Meanwhile, at Mr Edward's mansion. A black car came to a halt in front of Edward’s
“Do you know who my real father is?” Jeff asked over the phone. Elizabeth paused for some seconds before she finally spoke.“Even if I do, it’s not my place to tell you. Your mom should tell you the whole truth, then you can come to me and I will take over from there, alright” Elizabeth said and ended the call. She turned on the ignition, before zooming off. Meanwhile, at the Colby’s mansion, dinner was ready and Hannah had gone upstairs to call the children to come down for dinner, after which she went to Arianna’s room. She planted a soft knock on the door and a feminine voice spoke “Come in”She opened the door and walked. There she met Arianna going through some papers. She looked so serious while going through them. “What paper is that?” Hannah asked and Arianna raised her head. “These are work papers. I’m trying to validate some stuff about the company. So I need to go through this stuff and check some things. I will be meeting up with a client tomorrow to discuss business.
Hannah and the kids were done eating, Hannah took the kids to their room and helped them take their baths, after which she read them a bedtime story and put them to sleep. She then went back to clear the dining table, but just then Brandon, who was done working and decided to take a break, was seen climbing down the stairs. “Why are you clearing the table? Where are the maids?” He asked as he walked towards her. “I asked them to rest their head, it’s been a long day, this isn’t a difficult task, I could clear the table myself,” Hannah said and Brandon hummed and sat on the chair. Hannah hadn’t called Brandon for dinner because she didn’t want to see his face, not after what had transpired between them earlier on. Memories of how Brandon had kissed her and teased her came running into her head. She suddenly finds herself blushing. She raised her head and saw Brandon staring at her, she quickly looked away. “I’m starving, you didn’t call me to come join you guys for dinner,” Brando
“Stop being kind to your enemies, they are going to take advantage of you,” Brandon said and with that, he walked out of the study room leaving Hannah all alone. Hannah on the other hand wondered why she had a soft heart towards Elizabeth. She’s tried to kill her before, maybe because she’s forgiven her even though she never asked for her forgiveness. She walked out of the study room and went to her room to get dressed for work. After she was done, she put on a light makeup and wore her body spray. She picked up her phone and her bag before walking out of the room. She climbed downstairs and met Arianna going through her phone. “I’m going to the office now, you should take care of yourself” Hannah muttered as she moved towards Arianna and kissed her on the cheeks. She was about to walk out of the house when the door opened revealing Micheal Adams. “Micheal” Hannah called surprised to see him. “Hey” Michael smiled at her, she smiled at him in return before walking out of the h
Meanwhile, Hannah had gotten to the company. She parked her car at the underground parking lot before climbing out of the car.She walked inside the company and went straight to her office. Immediately she entered her office, she switched on her computer and began work immediately.It wasn’t quite long when a call came in on the landline. She answered the phone and a man’s voice rang from the other side of the phone. “The board meeting is starting in the next three minutes, I want you to be there now” Brandon stated and the call ended.Hannah paused for some seconds, she didn’t know there would be a board meeting. There weren’t supposed to be any meetings today, so why the hell is Brandon holding a meeting? Hannah wondered as she stood up, picked up her phone, and walked towards the board room.Immediately she entered, there were just two people inside the room. The head of the financial team, Mrs Smith, and the head of the committee, Mr Brown. Immediately Mrs Smith saw Hannah, she r
Brandon grabbed her hands at once. She paused and then turned to him before looking away. “Let go of me,” Hannah said and Brandon sighed and walked towards her standing in front of her. “I didn’t mean to blame you or raise my voice at you. It wasn’t your fault. I only reacted the way I did because something similar had happened in the past. I signed off some of those machines to the field not knowing it was having fault, then it blew up and killed everyone on the field, including my brother, Lucas” Brandon said and Hannah opened her mouth slightly. “You had a brother” Hannah asked and Brandon nodded in response, trying his best not to look emotional. “I didn’t know you had a brother, no one has spoken about him before,” Hannah who was surprised said out loud. “No one talked about him because of the way he died,” Brandon said and Hannah sighed softly, while she moved away from him.“I’ll make some calls and……”“It’s fine, I already asked them to take the machines to the warehous
Lucas had left the room to make some calls, leaving Hannah and Teresa alone in the dimly lit space. The air between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, with grief and frustration too heavy to voice.Teresa watched Hannah closely. She looked hollow—her eyes distant, her shoulders sagging under a weight no one could carry for her.“You okay?” Teresa finally asked.Hannah blinked and turned her head, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah.”Teresa hummed in response, clearly unconvinced. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced ease. Smoke curled in the air between them.“Do you smoke?” she asked, offering one toward Hannah.Hannah shook her head. “No. I never have.”Teresa chuckled, taking a long drag before exhaling. “Figures.”Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the silence of two women who understood each other—different, yet bound by shared pain.“My mother-in-law used to hate me too,” Teresa murmured suddenly, he
Teresa sat in the back of a dimly lit bar, the scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey thick in the air. The place was quiet, the kind of underground haunt where no one asked questions, where secrets were currency, and where a person could disappear if they weren’t careful.She checked the time on her phone. Her contact was late.Across the table, Hannah fidgeted with the glass of water in front of her, her expression distant, lost in thoughts she wasn’t ready to speak out loud. Lucas sat beside her, his gaze locked on the entrance, his tension palpable.When the door finally creaked open, Teresa’s eyes narrowed as a tall, wiry man entered, his leather jacket scuffed and his face shadowed with stubble. He scanned the room before spotting her and sauntering over.“You’re late, Marco,” Teresa said, her voice edged with impatience.The man—Marco Ruiz—grinned as he slid into the seat across from her. “Good to see you too, Provenzano. You know how it is—hard to stay alive in this busines
Hannah stood in the dimly lit warehouse, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. The stale scent of dust and oil filled the air, mingling with the cold fear settling deep in her stomach. The warehouse was one of many they had searched in the last twenty-four hours, but this one felt different. The moment she stepped inside, a weird sensation crawled over her skin, like a presence lingering just out of sight.Lucas moved beside her, scanning the rows of crates stacked high against the walls. His jaw was tight, his frustration barely concealed beneath his calm exterior. Teresa stood a few steps ahead, gun in hand, her eyes sharp as she surveyed their surroundings. They had all hoped—desperately—that this search would yield something more than dead ends and half-truths. But as the minutes ticked by, that hope was slipping.Brandon had vanished without a trace.Every lead they had followed led to nothing. Every whisper, every clue, every trail had been a carefully crafted illus
The night was thick with silence, the kind that felt like a living, breathing thing, pressing in on them as they stood at the edge of the abandoned docks. The stench of salt and rust filled the air, mixing with something darker—the unmistakable scent of blood.Teresa’s fingers curled around the handle of her gun as she scanned the area, her pulse drumming hard against her ribs. Her father was dead. That chapter of her life was over. But this? This wasn’t over. Not until she had him.Not until she had Brandon and brought him back to his family.“We should’ve heard something by now,” Hannah whispered, her voice tight with restrained panic.Teresa didn’t answer. She was thinking the same thing.The lead had been solid. Brandon had been held here—multiple sources confirmed it. The docks had been his prison. But as they stood here, surrounded by crates and shadows, the truth settled like ice in her veins.Brandon wasn’t here.And the blood on the floor was still fresh.Teresa crouched do
Teresa barely had a second to react before the door to her office swung open. The moment her eyes landed on the man standing there, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her father.Bernardo Provenzano. The man she had once idolized. The man she had spent her entire life trying to please.And now, the man she had just betrayed.He stepped inside with a slow, deliberate pace, shutting the door behind him. The soft click of the lock sent her heart into overdrive.“Oh, my little princess,” he murmured, his voice filled with mock tenderness. But his eyes… they were filled with nothing but hatred.Teresa’s hands gripped the arms of her chair, knuckles turning white. Fear slithered through her veins, but she refused to let it show.“How disappointing,” he continued, shaking his head as if she were a child who had misbehaved. “I thought you were different. Better. Not like your mother.”Teresa inhaled sharply.His mother.For years, she had believed the lie—that her mother had been killed by a r
The beeping of machines was the only sound filling the hospital room. Jessica lay on the hospital bed, her skin deathly pale, her chest barely rising under the weight of the oxygen mask secured over her face. Wires and tubes connected her to the machines, keeping her alive, but just barely.Hannah stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. The doctor’s words still rang in her ears, cutting deeper than any wound ever could.“She has a five percent chance of survival,” the doctor had said, his voice clinical, detached. “She lost too much blood, and the delay in medical care worsened her condition. We’re doing everything we can, but you need to prepare for the worst.”The worst.Hannah clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. This was her fault. If she hadn’t suggested they escape… if she had just listened, just stayed put, Jessica wouldn’t be lying here, fighting for her life.And Brandon…A fresh wave of pain hit her. He was gone. Taken. She had watched him surrender himsel
The river had given them a chance, but it hadn’t given them freedom.Brandon collapsed onto the muddy shore, gasping for air. His limbs ached from the relentless current, but he didn’t have time to recover. Jessica.Lucas dragged her up the embankment, his breathing ragged. She was completely unconscious now, her body limp in his arms. The river had sapped whatever strength she had left. Her wound was bad—too bad. If they didn’t get her help soon…No. He couldn’t think like that.“Teresa,” Brandon barked, snapping back into survival mode. “Where’s the nearest hospital?”Teresa, still soaking wet, flipped open her laptop with shaking hands. Water dripped onto the screen, but she didn’t stop. “There’s one about six miles south,” she said breathlessly. “But there’s a problem.”Brandon exhaled sharply. “There’s always a problem.”Teresa gave him a grim look. “Bernardo’s men will have every major road blocked. They’re already watching the airspace. If we head to that hospital, they’ll find
The cave was damp and cold, the scent of moss and river water clinging to the air. Shadows stretched across the rocky walls, their flickering shapes cast by the distant glow of searchlights cutting through the trees outside. They had barely made it out alive.But they weren’t safe.Brandon pressed his back against the jagged rock, listening. Boots crunched against gravel just beyond the entrance. The soldiers were closing in. They had minutes—maybe seconds—before the cave was compromised.Lucas sat against the far wall, pressing his hand against Jessica’s wound. She was slipping fast, her skin pale, her lips trembling.“I can stop the bleeding, but not for long,” Teresa said, her voice tight with urgency. “But she needs real help, Brandon.”Brandon looked at Jessica’s barely conscious form, then at Hannah, who was up beside Teresa, shaking from the cold,she looked so pale. He had promised to protect her. He had promised to protect all of them.He clenched his fists. Promises meant not
The night was supposed to be theirs. They had escaped, survived impossible odds, and left Bernardo bleeding on the cold ground. But fate had other plans.They wondered how come he was alive. They had witnessed him go on his knees, blood all over him.The deafening roar of helicopter blades grew louder, sending shockwaves through Brandon’s chest. The floodlights cut through the dense trees, slicing through the shadows that had once been their cover. The tracker beneath the seat blinked like a taunting heartbeat—steady, unrelenting, and damning.Teresa’s fingers flew over her laptop, her breath ragged. “I need time,” she muttered, panic lacing her voice.“We don’t have time,” Lucas growled, yanking a rifle from the back. “They’re here.”Jessica shifted, barely conscious, her breathing uneven. Hannah took a deep breathe while having a second thoughts.Maybe she should just surrender herself to Bernardo and all this would be over. But Brandon here would rather die than watch her go back