Frank stood outside the rundown office building, his hands in his pockets as he exhaled sharply. The detective had called Liam earlier, saying he had something important—something big to tell him and Liam sent him instead because he was busy.Frank didn’t like the sound of that. He knew it'd be some uncomfortable news. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The air was thick with dust and the smell of old coffee, and stacks of paper were piled haphazardly on every surface. The detective sat in the middle of the mess, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes into a leather-bound journal.“You’re late,” Detective Hale muttered, barely looking up as Frank entered.Frank shut the door behind him, ignoring the comment. “We're busy people, My boss and I. I heard you found something important.”The detective finally set his pen down and smirked. “Oh, I found more than something.”Frank took a step closer as the detective tossed a thick folder onto the
The morning sun filtered through the large windows, casting soft golden hues across the marble floor. Isabelle descended the stairs, dressed in a fitted beige sweater and dark jeans, her hair neatly tied back into a ponytail. She adjusted the strap of her handbag and grabbed her keys, ready to step out for the day.As she reached the kitchen, the faint whistle of boiling water filled the air. Liam stood by the counter, one hand gripping a mug while the other rested on the kettle handle. His gaze was distant, unfocused. The steam from the water curled into the air, but he didn’t seem to notice that it was already far past boiling."Liam?" Isabelle called softly, stepping closer.He didn’t respond. His mind was elsewhere—deep in thought.She frowned and moved toward him. "Liam," she said again, this time placing a hand on his arm.He jolted, snapping back to reality. His hand quickly turned off the heater, and he let out a short breath."Isa," he muttered, shaking his head as if to clea
Isabelle sat behind the wheel of her car, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The conversation with her father lingered in her mind, unsettling her more than she wanted to admit."How much do you trust Liam Anderson?"She had answered without hesitation—of course, she trusted Liam. But the way her father had smiled afterward, like he knew something she didn’t, like there was something she needed to find out quickly, sent an eerie chill down her spine.Shaking off the feeling, she started the car and pulled out of the nursing home parking lot.Liam had been acting strange lately, distant even, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. He had refused to accompany her today, brushing it off with the excuse of being busy, but Isabelle knew better.Something was off.Liam wasn't the kind of man that would say no to her request, especially when it comes to being together.Her first instinct was to go home and wait for Liam, but she knew that sitting alone with her thoughts
Isabelle stirred, her body nestled comfortably in the warm sheets. A soft sensation brushed against her cheek—a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the striking blue gaze of her husband, Liam. He was watching her with a rare, tender expression, his fingers gently caressing her hair."Good morning, birthday girl," he murmured.Isabelle blinked, momentarily confused, then realization dawned on her.Her birthday.She smiled sleepily. "Oh... right. I almost forgot."Liam scoffed, shaking his head. "How could you forget? It’s a special day."He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I was thinking you could take the day off. I’ll take the day off too. We can spend the whole day together, just us. No work, no distractions.”She sighed, brushing a hand over his cheek. “That sounds wonderful, Liam, really. But I have some work to wrap up with PR Horizon. Ethan and I have been assisting their team behind the scenes. I didn’t tell anyone it’s my birthday, so no one should bother
The dining room buzzed with quiet conversation as everyone enjoyed the carefully prepared dinner. The air was warm with laughter and the clinking of glasses, but Allison, always one to stir things up, glanced around the table and smirked.“This is getting weird,” she announced, placing her wine glass down. “I only know a few people here. How about some introductions?”There were murmurs of agreement, and Allison took the lead. She lifted her chin, her confident demeanor on full display.“I’m Allison Simeone, CEO of PR Horizon and Isabelle’s boss.” She smirked. “Well, original boss, technically. Since someone else is Isabelle's boss here too.”A man sitting beside her cleared his throat, drawing attention. He had a quiet confidence, polished but not overbearing. “I’m Daniel. Allison’s boyfriend.”There were some surprised glances—mainly because no one expected Allison to bring a date. Isabelle raised a brow at her, but Allison just shrugged as if it were nothing.Next, Ethan spoke up,
Liam stormed out of the house, his long strides closing the distance between him and the delivery man in seconds. His heart pounded, not from exertion but from sheer rage. He grabbed the man's arm and yanked off his helmet.The stranger’s startled face met his.Liam's stomach twisted with frustration. He wasn’t the man he was expecting him to be. "Who sent you?" Liam demanded, his voice dangerously low.The delivery man, now visibly nervous, raised his hands in surrender. "I swear, I don’t know. I just got an online order to deliver this package. The money was wired, and I picked up the package from the train station as instructed."Liam clenched his fists. Of course, whoever sent this would have covered their tracks."You didn't see anyone? No instructions on who it’s from?"The man shook his head quickly. "No, sir. I was just following my job."Liam cursed under his breath. He wanted to punch something—or someone. But taking it out on a clueless delivery man wouldn't get him anywhe
Liam stood outside Isabelle’s bedroom door, his hand clenched into a fist as he knocked once again."Isa, please open the door," he called out, but there was no response.He had been trying for an entire day. She hadn't eaten, hadn't drunk water, and hadn't made a single sound. The silence was suffocating, a weight pressing heavily on his chest."Dammit, Isa!" he shouted, banging on the door this time. "Are you trying to kill yourself just because I kept a secret from you? Are you hurting yourself in there? If you don't open this door now, I swear... I'll break this door down"His voice was desperate, raw with frustration and fear. Just as he raised his fist to pound on the door again, it suddenly swung open.Liam took a step back, startled.There she was, standing in the doorway, dressed in a fitted sweater and jeans, her hair tied back neatly. A bag hung from her shoulder, packed for a stay away.Isabelle didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him without a word, brushing
Isabelle lay motionless on the hospital bed, her face pale, her breathing was steady but weak. The sedatives had done their work, sending her into a deep sleep, shielding her from the chaos that awaited her once she woke up.Marcus stood by the bed, watching her, arms crossed. For the first time in years, he saw her without that fire in her eyes. She looked… delicate. Breakable. A twinge of something unfamiliar stirred in him, but he quickly brushed it aside.The doctor entered, holding a clipboard. "She collapsed from exhaustion," he explained. "Stress, lack of sleep, malnutrition. It’s a miracle she even made it this far. She needs rest—no sudden shocks, no stress, or we might be dealing with something worse next time."Marcus nodded, his face unreadable. "Make sure she gets the best care. Move her to a VIP ward, and…" He paused, his lips curling into a smirk.The doctor hesitated. "We usually require consent from the patient or an immediate family member. Are you the patient's fami
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