The tension in PR Horizon’s headquarters was almost suffocating. Every eye in the conference room was fixed on the screen displaying the live data from the Polaris AI launch. The numbers were climbing fast—downloads pouring in by the second. It should have been a moment of celebration, a victory months in the making, but an unsettling silence hung over the room.Allison crossed her arms, tapping her nails against the table impatiently. “Why hasn’t the pressmen from the University you visited uploaded anything yet?”Marcus leaned back in his chair, glancing at Isabelle. “The press team head looks like someone that would do some fact checks and all. Maybe she’s doing some final checks. Besides it's just afternoon, she'll post something.”“She should’ve posted something already, wasn't our agreement with her 11 o clock in the morning?” Allison snapped. “Isabelle, call her. See what’s taking so long. I can't take any slip ups or mistakes from college students.”Isabelle didn’t need to be
Isabelle barely made it back inside after facing the press before her phone started vibrating relentlessly in her hand. Calls, messages, social media—her name was everywhere. Accusations flooded in from every corner of the internet, some calling her an irresponsible PR representative, others outright branding her a corporate traitor.Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the trending articles. Isabelle Rivers: PR Disaster? PR Horizon's Expert Caught in Scandal! Did She Leak the Polaris Tech's Past AI Breach?Ethan, who had followed her inside, noticed the way her jaw tightened and gently took her phone from her hands. "Stop reading those. They’ll only make things worse," he said, his voice firm but calm.She inhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. "I need to find out how Rachel got that information."Ethan nodded. "We need to start digging, fast. We'll find something through the university press team head."Meanwhile, in PR Horizon’s main office, Allison and PR Horizon's manag
Isabelle stepped into the house, her entire body weighed down with exhaustion. It felt like she had been running on fumes the entire day, constantly on edge, constantly pushing forward, but never getting any closer to the truth. The scandal, the media, Vivian’s betrayal, Rachel’s disappearance—it was all too much.She shut the door behind her and let out a slow breath, rubbing her temples.Then, she noticed him.Liam was sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room, one leg crossed over the other, his elbows resting on his knees. The sharp angles of his face were cast in shadow, but she could still see the tension in his clenched jaw, the storm brewing in his piercing blue eyes.He was waiting for her.The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words and bottled-up emotions."Liam," she murmured, surprised to see him.He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving hers. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" His voice was calm, but there was an u
Isabelle woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through her curtains, but her mind was already heavy with the events of the previous day. The anonymous message, the press storm, and the looming scandal surrounding Polaris AI all swirled together, refusing to let her rest.Determined to get answers, she got ready quickly, dressing in a sharp yet comfortable outfit, and headed straight for PR Horizon. Liam had gone out earlier on a business trip with Frank. By the time she arrived, Ethan was already waiting for her in the office, leaning against her desk with a cup of coffee in hand."You're early," Isabelle noted, dropping her bag on the chair.Ethan smirked. "So are you. I figured you wouldn’t be able to sleep with everything going on."Isabelle rasied a eyebrow at him. “I'm married Ethan. I slept well.” Ethan rolled his eyes. “Ouch, my fault for being single. I don't know what married life feels like.”She laughed, rubbing her temples. "You're not completely wrong, the
The grand hall of the event center buzzed with anticipation as final preparations for the press conference took place. A massive banner stood at the front, bearing the bold words:"Official Press Conference for Polaris Technology on Security Breach of Polaris Technology's Artificial Intelligence."Rows of chairs were neatly arranged, already filling up with reporters, journalists, and industry professionals. Camera crews set up their equipment, adjusting angles and testing sound. Journalists took their places, flipping open their laptops, setting their microphones, and whispering among themselves, speculating on the upcoming statements.Tension hung in the air. Polaris Tech had been under heavy scrutiny, and today’s conference was either going to fix their image or shatter it further.In the makeup room, Vivian sat stiffly in a chair as a stylist applied the finishing touches to her look. She stared at her reflection, her expression unreadable.The door opened, and Isabelle walked in,
The hall was in chaos.Reporters shouted over one another, flashing cameras lit up the room like a lightning storm, and the murmurs of scandal spread like wildfire. Isabelle stood protectively beside Vivian, her body tensed as she tried to shield her from the crowd. The sheer number of journalists pressing forward made it impossible for them to leave.Ethan tried to force his way toward them, but just as he took a step forward, the hall doors burst open.More reporters flooded in, their faces alight with excitement as they rushed toward the epicenter of the scandal. They had caught wind of the breaking news, and nothing—not security, not common decency—could stop them from getting firsthand information."Miss Vivian! Is it true Polaris Tech committed insurance fraud?""Did you knowingly expose customer data for money?""What do you have to say about the insurance company's statement?"Vivian stood frozen, her eyes wide, her breath shallow. The weight of the allegations pressed down on
The grand hall that had moments ago been a battleground of accusations and revelations was now eerily empty. The buzzing reporters had dispersed, carrying their explosive headlines with them, leaving only a few stray papers fluttering on the floor. The stage, once the center of an unexpected spectacle, now seemed abandoned, except for Marcus, who remained seated in his chair, his expression unreadable.Isabelle stood several feet away, still gripping the fabric of her blazer tightly, her mind racing with everything that had just unfolded. Vivian’s outburst, Marcus’s cold demeanor, the revelation of a calculated betrayal—none of it sat right with her. But more than that, the way Vivian had reacted, the way she had screamed at Marcus as if he had done something far worse than just expose her crimes, unsettled Isabelle deeply.She swallowed her hesitation and took a step forward. “What did you do?” she asked, her voice firm but quiet.Marcus lifted his head lazily, his smirk still in pla
Isabelle gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as she maneuvered through the dimly lit streets. She wasn’t supposed to be doing this.Both Allison and Ethan had warned her—stay away.But how could she?The way Vivian had been dragged away, the panic in her eyes, the sheer weight of what had happened—it wouldn’t leave Isa’s mind. And Marcus... she had never trusted him completely. Something about him had always felt off.Now, more than ever, she needed answers.She arrived at the detention center, her heart pounding as she stepped out of the car. It was a grim-looking building, surrounded by barbed wire and guarded heavily. What the hell am I doing? she wondered. But it was too late to turn back now.After going through security and the necessary formalities, she sat in the visitation area, waiting. The fluorescent lights flickered above her, making the dull gray walls feel even colder.The door on the other side of the glass partition buzzed open.Vivian stepped in.I
Isabelle looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at her wore soft blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse—finally something other than a hospital gown after weeks. It should’ve made her feel better. It didn’t.She forced a small smile and stepped out of the bathroom. Richard was seated on the couch in the hospital room, scrolling through his phone. He immediately stood up when he saw her."Hey, shall we go?" he asked, eyes lighting up.Isabelle hesitated. "Uhm, are you done with my whole discharge process?"Richard nodded confidently. "Yeah, I am. Why?"She frowned, feigning a pained expression. "Babe, I think I'm still having headaches. Can you tell the doctor and see if I can get some medicine from the pharmacy?"Richard's smile didn't falter. "Pain? I can't allow that. Let's go together, so you can explain to him well."She shook her head, pressing her fingers to her temple. "I'm a bit tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Can you go alone? I’ll wait here. J
Richard and Isabelle returned to the room, Richard still holding her protectively, like she would disappeare into Liam's arms if he doesn't hold her that way. Estella was in the room, pacing around, waiting for them. As soon as they entered, she sighed." When did you go out?! Do you have any idea how hard it was to look for you? I almost made a fool out of myself with the nurses." Estella shouted.Isabelle smiled slightly. " I told you I was stepped out for some air, you probably didn't hear me because you were so focused on your phone."Estella rolled her eyes. " If I didn't give you permission, you weren't supposed to step out! Isn't that how it works?"" Hey!" Richard shouted at Estella. " Don't talk to her that way. Because she's sick and you're watching over her for a while doesn't mean you're older or better. Know your place." He said with a stern expression on his face.Estella went quiet for a while before apologizing to Isabelle for speaking to her harshly, not that she me
Liam left Anderson Corporation the moment he got the information from Sarah. His heart pounded as he drove, thoughts racing. He had to see it with his own eyes—was Isabelle really there? Was she alive? Was she okay?He parked his car hastily and rushed into the hospital, bypassing the reception area entirely. There was no point in stopping there. Richard must have already instructed the staff to give no information about Isabelle and to deny her any visitors. So, instead of asking the nurses, Liam decided to observe. If he had to search every floor, every hallway, he would. But deep down, he had a feeling—something told him he would find her soon.He stood in front of the elevator, eyes fixed on the numbers descending. The doors slid open with a soft ding. Inside, a woman stood. She wore a hospital gown, her hair flowing freely over her shoulders, her face pale but serene. She walked past him without even a glance.Liam froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. That was her. Isabelle. The
One Week Later. Sarah moved around nervously in the living room. She had heard Estella on the call with someone, telling that person that she'd be there soon and will make it there quietly. Sarah had been talking to Liam the past week. He informed her that he couldn't find Isabelle and that she has left Meadow Central Hospital for Richard's home and Sarah promised to try and get the address from Estella, whether by following her or putting a tracker on her. Isabelle must be found by all means. She also heard that tracking Marcus didn't give them any leads on Isabelle's whereabouts. Marcus just went from Polaris Tech to his house. They also found out that it was only Marcus staying in the house. They had no choice but to trust Sarah to get information from Estella, no matter the method she would use. An idea crossed Sarah's head and she quickly acted on it. She brought out her phone and called an Uber. Estella was wary of her so she couldn't follow behind her. The taxi driver arr
Marcus walked cooly to the receptionist, he placed a hand on the counter and asked." Hi, there. Is Isabelle and her husband still around here?" The nurse looked at him and smiled. " Yes, they are. In fact, Miss Isabelle's friends just left here after asking about her."Marcus's eyes widened in shock. " Friends? What friends?" He shouted.The nurse started getting nervous as he raised his voice. "Uhm... Two men. They said they could not reach her and I..." " You gave them her room number?" Marcus interrupted. " Are you just stupid or do you not like your job? Is this how you all behave here? Sharing a patient information to strangers." " I'm so sorry sir. They said they were her friends and they seemed desperate so I helped them. I didn't know... I'm so sorry." The nurse trembled in fear." Shut your mouth and call the room real quick. Ask him to pull Isabelle out of that room quickly. Tell him that someone is here for her."The nurse scrambled to the telephone and quickly dialed t
Liam parked the car and got out quickly without hesitation. Ethan followed, trying hard to keep up with him. They entered the big hospital and went to the reception area." Good morning. I'm here to see a patient that was brought here on the day of the mass accident." Liam said immediately to the lady on duty.She looked at Liam and hesitated before answering. "Is this person related to you?" Liam nodded quickly. "Yes, she is. I've been looking for her for a while now." "Alright. Name please?" The lady said, her fingers on the keyboard, ready to type in her name."Isabelle Rivers" Liam replied impatiently.The nurse looked up at the mention of her name. It was a familiar name. " Ah... The lady that was in the major accident? I see why you haven't been able to reach her. She just woke up after surgery. But she's getting special treatment in the VIP ward. All thanks to her husband." Liam and Ethan looked at each other. " Husband?" They chorused." But I'm her hus...." Ethan hit Liam
Sarah returned to her room quietly. When she reached, she quickly locked the door. Her legs felt weak after and she fell to the floor. "Isabelle got into an accident." She repeated the words she heard Estella saying while she was on a call.Sarah was going to the kitchen when she overheard Estella on the call talking about something important. She didn't expect it'll be news about Isabelle's accident. Sarah was extremely worried. She had received calls from Liam, he asked if she had any idea where she was or where she could have gone or if Estella was being suspicious and all but she couldn't give him the answer he wanted. Isabelle didn't come back to him, not because of their break up but because she couldn't." But who was on the other side of the line and why did the person want Estella to keep it from me? Should I just ask Estella straight. What if they're harming Isabelle somewhere." Sarah muttered to herself, her worry and concern growing by the second.She continued. "I shoul
Richard walked back to the room Isabelle was in, slowly. He was still finding it hard to believe Isabelle actually lost her memory and remembers him as a good guy. He found it hard to believe that a big opportunity to change who he was to her just dropped down from the skies in just a day that they met after two years. For a moment, he was grateful for the truck driver who hit her car and caused the accident.He reached the front of the room and entered. Isabelle was sleeping peacefully on the bed. He moved closer to her and touched her face very gentle enough to not wake her up." Is this a dream? Huh, Isabelle? Is this the heavens giving me another chance with you? Is this accident your punishment for sending me to prison and my reward?" Richard smiled, it was indeed a big opportunity. Isabelle's thought about him will completely change. No, he'll bring out a new Isabelle, one who loves him and does all of his will.Richard's thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening
The room was silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the faint hum of the air conditioning. A soft, sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee. The walls were painted in a muted shade of cream, the curtains drawn just enough to allow a sliver of morning light to filter in.Isabelle lay on the hospital bed, her body was still and her face was pale against the stark whiteness of the pillow. A thick bandage was wrapped around her head, a stark contrast to her dark hair, which had lost its usual shine. Bruises stained her skin, they were faint traces of the impact she had suffered during the accident. An IV drip was attached to her arm, and a small oxygen tube rested just beneath her nose.On the couch by the window, Richard Carter sat, his posture relaxed as he sipped from a steaming cup of coffee. His black shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, his jacket was laying over the armrest. He looked as if he had been there for