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"I need to get out of here," Kristen muttered as she regained consciousness. Her eyes darted around, her chest heaving as panic set in. She threw the blanket aside and jumped out of the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor.Without hesitation, she bolted to the door and twisted the knob frantically. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed while using all her strength to yank it open.Desperation took over. Kristen slammed her fists against the wooden surface, pounding repeatedly as tears streamed down her face. "Let me out! Please, someone, let me out!" she screamed, her voice cracking.When no response came, she stepped back and threw her shoulder into the door, hoping to force it open. The impact sent pain shooting through her arm, but she tried again, gritting her teeth as she leaned her entire weight into each hit. Minutes felt like hours as she struggled, sweat beading on her forehead. Just when she though
"What do we have here, Tyrese?" the man said as he exhaled a puff of smoke and stubbed out his cigar in a bowl beside him. He rose to his feet and approached Tyrese with a casual swagger."Long time no see, my dawg. So, what’s the call for today’s visit... a kill or a kidnap?" he asked with a crooked smile, his tone laced with mockery.Without a word, Tyrese pulled out a photograph and handed it over."Whoa," the cigar man muttered, snatching the photo and studying it closely with his head tilted slightly. "What do you want us to do with this little angel?"Tyrese stood silent, his expression cold.The cigar man glanced up with a smirk on his face. "Huh?" he said."Boss, what her?" Tyrese finally broke the silence."It’s a kidnap, then," the cigar man said as he went back to his chair, still clutching the photo.Tyrese nodded firmly."I see," the cigar man murmured, his fingers tapping against the armrest as he thought. "How do we find her?""I’ll send you the details and everything yo
“That you two would be here today,” Mr. Erik said with a hearty laugh as he placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. She returned the gesture with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up with genuine delight.“It’s been too long since we’ve had a chance to sit like this,” she added, her voice soft but cheerful.Lena mirrored their smiles, her eyes briefly meeting Mr. Erik’s before turning to Max. “It’s a rare occasion,” she said sweetly, tilting her head slightly toward him.Max, however, remained silent. His expression was unreadable as he glanced at Lena and then at Mr. Erik. His gaze lingered for a moment before he shook his head.“Yeah, so like I was saying,” Mr. Erik began, his tone cheerful as he leaned forward slightly. “I’ve arranged for a one month getaway to the Maldives for your honeymoon.”Kristen froze near the door, her heart pounding as she overheard them. She stared at the door as though she could see them through it.“I want you both to have some quiet time somewhere beautiful
Running through the street, everything was dark. No one was outside, as though the whole world had disappeared. Kristen ran, then paused and looked back to catch her breath. She crouched down with her knees almost touching the ground while glancing around..."How do I get out of here?" she whispered as she realized she was completely lost.Her chest rose and fell as she wiped the sweat from her face. The growl of a motorbike shattered the stillness, getting louder with every second. Kristen’s head snapped toward the noise, her eyes widening in panic as a bright headlight sliced through the darkness, heading straight for her.Her body froze for a moment before instinct kicked in. She stumbled backward, her breaths quick and shallow. Then she saw it.....a glint of metal in the rider's hand. A gun. Her heart nearly stopped.“No, no, no…” she muttered, spinning on her heels and started into a fast ran..The motorbike roared behind her, its sound like a predator closing in on its prey. Kri
Max gently laid her on the bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow. Mrs. Sophia rushed into the room as she quickly fixed her robe.“What happened to her?” she asked with a trembling voice.“She fainted,” Max replied curtly as he adjusted the pillows beneath Kristen’s head.“Oh, my goodness, poor thing,” Mrs. Sophia said, moving closer to the bed. She placed a hand on Kristen’s forehead and gasped. “Gracious Lord, she has a fever!” she exclaimed. “I need to bring something to lower her temperature.” Without waiting, she hurried out of the room.Unnoticed, Lena stood just outside the door, peeking in. When she saw Mrs. Sophia coming, she quickly stepped back to avoid being caught. Once the coast was clear, she moved to stand in front of the door, glaring furiously at the scene inside. Her eyes darted between Kristen lying on the bed and Max standing beside her.She clenched her fists as she glared at them furiously.Lena stormed into the room and marched straight to Max,
Max returned home late looking exhausted. As he headed to his library, he paused at Kristen's door. After a brief hesitation, he slowly turned the handle and pushed the creaky door open.Kristen lay still on the bed, her face slightly pale. Max walked in quietly, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face. He sat beside her and observed her face. After a while, he gently placed a hand on her forehead to check her temperature, his brows knitting with concern.He moved his hand in front of her nose to feel her breath. When he wasn’t sure, he leaned closer and rested his head lightly on her chest to listen for a heartbeat.Suddenly, Kristen’s eyes fluttered open without him noticing. She blinked as if waking from a long dream. Seeing Max’s head near her chest and his hand still resting there, her confusion quickly turned to panic..“What are you trying to do, you killer!” she gasped, her voice shaking with anger and fear.With a burst of strength, she shoved his hand away and sat up, her bac
“At least say something,” Kristen said as she dragged herself to follow him.“Miss Kristen, I was instructed to ensure you boarded this flight. All your questions will be answered once you arrive,” Mr. Green said, finally stopping near the check-in counters and turning to face her.Kristen’s heart raced as she searched his face for any hint of explanation but found none. Reluctantly, she glanced at the bustling airport around her and muttered under her breath, “Is Mr. Anderson behind this? Has he finally decided to throw me somewhere far away from this world?”Mr. Green gave her a reassuring nod. “Have a safe flight, Miss Kristen. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a slight bow.Kristen mirrored his gesture, bowing lightly. She watched him step aside, his sharp eyes now fixed on her, as if ensuring she wouldn’t make a run for it.The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, and Mr. Green subtly signaled her to proceed. Kristen sighed, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to walk t
SpainLena posed confidently as the photographer clicked the photos, capturing her with the brand's latest products. She held the items delicately, wearing her signature smile, as she knew exactly how to pose for the camera.“That’s a wrap!” the director called out as he clapped his hands.Lena smiled brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the crew began packing up. Her assistant hurried over, holding out her ringing phone.She glanced at the screen, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not now,” before grabbing the phone. Without another word, she strutted off toward the washroom...Once inside, Lena quickly checked over her shoulder to ensure no one had followed her. She closed the door.. locked it, and turned the tap on, letting the water run. Holding her phone with both hands, she leaned in close, her face just inches from the screen as she dialled a number.“I told you not to call me,” she snapped.A man’s voice responded on the other end, too muffled to make out clearly.“Do
The next dayMr. Green sat slouched against the wall, his head resting to the side as his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep just like that, still in yesterday’s clothes. His arms were folded between his legs, as if trying to hold himself together. The hallway around him was quiet and cold, too.“Mr. Green,” the doctor called gently as he walked toward him.Mr. Green stirred awake, rubbed his eyes and tried sitting up straight. His back ached from sleeping against the hard wall, but he didn’t care. “How is he?” he asked quickly with a rough voice.The doctor sighed and folded his arms. “He made it through the night… barely. His vitals have stabilized a little, but he’s still not responding the way we hoped.”Mr. Green blinked slowly. “Is he… conscious?”The doctor shook his head. “No, not yet. His body’s weak. And his kidneys… we may not have much time before we need to act.”Mr. Green looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”“We need a donor. Fast,” the doctor said quietly. “We
“Oh my, I need to make sure I look good there, at least,” Lena said, pacing back and forth in her closet. She held up an outfit in front of her, still on the hanger.“Hmm, no… this looks overdressed,” she muttered as she tossed it to the floor.“This one’s too tight.” Another outfit joined the pile.Then her eyes lit up.“Perfect. This one’s comfy... and great for the hospital. At least I’ll get a better angle if the media shows up,” she smiled, satisfied, and rushed into the washroom to change.….………..He walked into one of the hospital’s private rooms reserved for family. He quietly shut the door behind him.His shoulders sagged as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him.With trembling hands, he removed his glasses and set them on the side table.His eyes, heavy and clouded with thoughts, stared into nothing.He took slow steps toward the chair in the corner and sank into it, exhaling deeply as his body finally gave in.He leaned back as he rested his head against th
Mr. Green had just managed to free himself. Wasting no time, he hurried toward the reception hall.He entered the first room. It was empty.The second...no no sign of Max.He went to the last door near the end of the corridor.At first, he didn’t see anything unusual. But then, he looked again and froze.Max was lying there, motionless.“Mr. Anderson!” Mr. Green called out in shock and quickly rushed to his side with hesitation.….………….Kristen slowly entered her room, her face tight like she’d been holding everything in for far too long.The moment the door shut behind her, she slid down to the floor and burst into tears.She couldn't hold it in anymore.Tears spilled down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body. She clutched her arms around herself, trying to stay together but it was no use. Everything she had buried inside came pouring out again…She cried, cried cried and cried….Then suddenly, something hit her. She froze.Her tear filled eyes widened, and she wiped her face with trem
Max walked slowly toward the altar, his steps heavy and his face serious. He adjusted his clip as he moved, and every step was measured.Lena, who was seated on the altar side, suddenly stood up when she heard the murmurs.When she turned, she saw Max approaching, and a small grin crossed her face. I knew you were definitely going to show your face, she thought.Max reached her side, and without a moment's hesitation, Lena rushed forward and hugged him. Her hands slipped under his shirt as she clutched him tightly."I’m sorry for being late," he muttered as he gently parted her hair.Max then turned to the gathered guests and apologized.The atmosphere held its breath, Every eye watched as the tension gradually dissolved into a delicate moment of forgiveness.…....Now, everything moved along like nothing had happened.Next clipLena’s dad stood beside her, adjusting himself with a proud smile. “Shall we?” he asked softly, offering his arm.Lena, her face glowing beneath the laced vei
Lena stood in front of the mirror, smiling at her reflection.Her dress sparkled. Her hair was perfect. Today was her day.She touched her lips lightly, then turned to the makeup artist."Make sure everything stays flawless. I can’t have anything going wrong."She glanced at her phone...still no message from Max.But she didn’t panic. Not today.“I’m not stressing out today,” she whispered to herself.Just then, the door opened and her parents stepped in.Lena lit up. “Mom, Dad!”“Out, everyone,” she said quickly to the makeup team. “Give us a minute.”Her dad looked her up and down with a smile on his face.“Are you sure you’re the bride this time?” he teased.Lena rolled her eyes with a playful laugh. “Of course, duhhh.”They all chuckled.“I told you not to stress yourselves coming,” she added as she adjusted her veil in the mirror.“Give us a break, princess,” her dad said. “We wouldn’t miss this.....even if it was the tiniest celebration.”He leaned in and kissed her forehead gent
Max stepped out of the car, his body heavy with exhaustion. His tie was loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but none of it mattered. His mind was elsewhere.As he walked toward the door, his foot hit something small. A faint glint caught his eye. He frowned and knelt down to see what it was. His fingers brushed over the dirt, and then he saw it. It was a ring and it looked familiar...His breath caught.Slowly, he picked it up, his hands trembled as he wiped off the dust. The moment his fingers closed around it, a memory crashed into him."Will you marry me again?"Kristen’s voice, her hesitant smile, the way she looked at him that night.....it all came rushing back.“Kristen…” he whispered, his eyes scanning the empty space around him. His chest tightened. He turned in circles, gripping the ring tighter.“Kristen!” he called out again. But there was no answer. Just silence.He exhaled sharply as he pressed the ring to his chest.Max rushed inside, still holding onto the ring tight
The ambulance had just taken its left on the main road…and Ryan did same, still having a heavy smile on his face….As he drove, a memory flashed in his mind….how he had made this possible.''Time to make a claim'' he whispered, and with that, he walked out of sight.Ryan burst into the hospital, his voice urgent. “Where is my wife? Where is she?” He looked around frantically as he played the part of a distressed husband.A doctor stepped forward, his expression calm but skeptical. “Sir, who are you referring to?”Ryan exhaled sharply, as if barely keeping himself together. “Naomi Macy. My wife! She was brought in earlier, and I need to transfer her to a better facility immediately.”The doctor frowned. “That’s impossible. We need her family’s authorization”Ryan cut him off, pulling out his phone. “Here. Look at this!” He shoved the screen toward the doctor, displaying multiple photos of himself and Naomi together. Some were edited, others manipulated, but convincing enough.The doctor
Max burst through the hospital doors, his breath was heavy as his entire body was covered in Naomi’s blood. His eyes were wide with panic as he shouted, "Doctor! Somebody help!" His voice echoed through the halls.Doctors and nurses rushed toward him, but he couldn’t wait....he carried Naomi straight inside with trembling arms. "She’s losing too much blood! Do something!" he demanded..A nurse tried to take Naomi from him, but he wouldn’t let go. His grip tightened as if he could hold onto her life himself. "Sir, please, let us handle this!" a doctor insisted.Max hesitated, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He finally laid her on the stretcher, watching as they wheeled her away. His hands, stained red, hung in the air before he clenched them into fists. His legs felt weak, his vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay standing."Please… save her," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Just then, the doors to the emergency room slammed shut in front of him, leaving him standing
Lena stepped into her room, closing the door behind her with a satisfied smile. She tossed her bag onto the bed and let out a small laugh as she felt victorious.“Finally,” she whispered to herself. Everything was going exactly how she wanted.She glanced outside...'' Let's see how you get out of there, no one is coming to save you this time''….…….“Do you know what you’re asking for, Ma’am? Your friend should be in jail by now.”The police officer leaned over the counter with a stern expression as he said...Noami clenched her fists, frustration bubbling inside her. “She did nothing wrong! She’s innocent, please trust me!”The officer scoffed. “Do you think this is how it works? If everyone came here crying, should we let all the criminals go?”Noami’s eyes filled with tears as she begged. “Please, just let me see her for a few minutes.”The officer narrowed his eyes. “If you’re not careful, you’ll end up in a cell next to her. Now leave before I close my eyes and open them again.”No