The President's office was a very fancy and stylish place that exuded luxury. It was a place that was designed to impress anyone who stepped inside, showing how rich and powerful the president was.The thick, navy-blue carpet muffling the hurried footsteps of officials as they entered the meeting room. The table in the President's office was very fancy and big. It was made of polished mahogany wood, which made it look expensive and beautiful, sat at the heart of the room like a solemn judge, watching over the assembly with its stoic gaze.The President stood at the head of the table, The sharp creases of his suit betrayed the tension and anxiousness that vibrates through him. A cold bead of sweat slid down his temple, but his gaze remained steady as he addressed the group."Gentlemen, we have a pressing matter to discuss." The President began, his tone serious and clipped. "As you are all aware, there has been a series of cyber attacks on our nation's electrical grid. We must act swif
Sarah shot him an irritated glance before standing up with Karl in her arms, a protective stance that made it clear she was not budging."Seth, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to follow you around without knowing what's going on. No matter how important it is to you, I have no intention of accompanying you anywhere right now." She was dead serious, and her words left no room for misinterpretation.Seth's expression hardened as he heard Sarah's words, the disappointment and frustration he felt clear in the set of his jaw — but he knew better than venting out his frustration that moment."Sarah, I know we haven't been the closest lately, but this is important. There is high chance that this could clear the public's doubt about us. You have to trust me on this."Sarah's eyes narrowed, her posture stiffening in defiance. "Trust you?" She challenged, her voice sharp. "You've made it clear that you don't trust me, Seth. Why should I listen to anything you have to say?""Because you have to, Sa
sister's."You're our father's wife?" He repeated, as if the words were foreign to him even though they knew their father remarried, the news didn't settle well with them. "But our mother... she's...""Yes, your mother is gone." Sarah said, her tone full of empathy and understanding. "And nothing can ever change that. But your father and I want you to know that we're both here for you, to support you and to love you."The kids didn't reply immediately, their gazes shifting from Sarah to their father and then back again. Finally, Xenia spoke, her voice small yet firm. "But you're not our mother." She muttered.Xenia's words hurt Sarah for no reason as it made her recalled Seth's words on their wedding night. “...You are not their mother, and I don't want you to try to replace her. I just need you to be a support for them and for me...”Sarah, on the flip sides, had no intention of replacing their mother's place — but she was carried away for a moment."No..." Sarah agreed, nodding. "I'
The drive back to the presidential villa was silent, the tension in the air as thick as the late afternoon smog. Sarah glanced out the window, the familiar sights of the city passing by in a blur as she struggled to find the right words to break the silence."Tristan. Xenia." She said, her voice low and hesitant but the kids said nothing in response, pretending as though they did not hear her called. Sarah sighed faintly and recoiled to her shell, and adjusted Karl in her arms.As the limousine glided through the city streets, the atmosphere inside was heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.Seth took a deep breath, not finding the atmosphere pleasing, finally broke the silence. "Tristan. Xenia. How was your trip?" He asked, turning to face his children in the backseat.Tristan shrugged, his expression guarded. "It was fine..." He said, avoiding eye contact. "Except for Xenia's loud snore which I find disturbing."Xenia shot her brother a glare before facing Seth. "Tristan is only
Are you okay?" Seth asked, his voice low and gentle as he turned to Sarah.She nodded, though she still looked shaken by the press's questions. "I'm fine..." She replied, her voice barely stable. "I just wasn't expecting them to be here.""This is one of the reason I asked you to stay away from the press and all, they can be very toxic when they set their mind on something. This is the world I live in, Sarah." Seth told her. "For now, let's focus on getting the kids settled in."Sarah nodded in agreement, and they turned towards Tristan and Xenia, who had remained quiet throughout the ordeal.The kids were standing side-by-side, their expressions uncertain. They had followed their father and Sarah into the villa, but their bodies seemed to be pulled towards their separate rooms."Do you need help unpacking?" Sarah offered, her voice uncertain.Tristan shook his head, his eyes fixed on the floor. "No, thanks." He muttered, turning her offer down without meeting her gaze. "I can handle
drag."Across the table, Foreign Minister Mohamed Bouhadi of Morocco chimed in. "Endorsements and trade barrier are powerful tools, but we must be careful not to inflict undue hardship on innocent civilians."As Foreign Minister Bouhadi's words hung in the air, a thoughtful silence descended upon the room. Each dignitary weighed the fors and against of the proposed measures, struggling with the complications of global diplomacy."Then, Ambassador Vladimir spoke up. "May I suggest..." He said, his voice measured and calm. "...that we consider a joint statement — a united front against the Eastern Alliance's aggression. A strong message of condemnation from the world's leading nations could be a potent drag without the need for immediate sanctions."Ambassador Meier considered Vladimir's suggestion. "A joint statement could be a prudent first step, Ambassador Vladimir. However, we must be prepared to follow through on our words should the Eastern Alliance fail to heed our warning."Pres
Lora shook her head negatively, her lips quivering slightly as she speaks. "— it's like she vanished into thin air, there wasn't any traces of her." She countered, her voice low and almost broken.Seth felt his chest tightened at the sudden news, unable to breath properly for a few seconds — he felt as though he heard wrong."Did you check everywhere in the villa, still no sign of Sarah?" He asked, failing to recognised his own voice and Lora shook her head in response. Seth cursed under his breath, his mind racing.“...What could have happened to Sarah?” He thought within himself, his mind in fuzzy.The next few moments seemed to stretch into eternity as Seth grappled with the baffling absence of Sarah. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with tension as he weighed his options, grappling with Sarah's disappearance."Lora..." He growled, his voice barely masking his frustration, causing the latter to flinch in fear. "Call the guards. Tell them to start searching. We need
The sun shone brightly on the flower gardens of President Mumphrey's villa. Birds chirped merrily in the trees, their songs punctuated by the distant chatter and laughter of children.It was a picture-perfect morning, but for Sarah, it was anything but serene. As she stared at Karl who she had just laid properly in her cot after falling asleep with affections in her eyes, they were almost watery.Staring down at Karl's peaceful form, Sarah fought back the tears that threatened to spill over. Her mind was swirling with conflicting emotions, a storm of uncertainty and doubt clouding her thoughts.With a shaky hand, she reached out to caress her cheek, the softness of her skin stirring a deep ache in her heart. She was so precious to her, and she hated the thought of leaving her behind.But she had made her decision, and there was no turning back. It was time to leave everything behind and move on, as well as her growing love for the lad."I'm sorry, Karl, but I have to leave..." Sara wh
disgrace.Then who could it?He had wanted to suspect Seth but shut the thoughts out, he wouldn't have this and still watch his supposed wife's public humiliation without standing up for her.His fuzzy thought was interrupted by his phone — it was ringing. David wanted to avoid the call but seeing it's Laura, he reluctantly picked it up."Have seen the news already..." He muttered immediately not giving the latter the chance to say something. "You didn't do this, did you?""Are you crazy?" Laura countered from the other end. "Why would I jeopardize my reputation just to drag you down? We are in thus mess together, remember?"David wasn't convinced. "You must have nothing to lose to have this uploaded online." He said gruffly. "This might have been your place from the start.""Who cares whose plan it is?" Laura spouted, her voice in despair still. "What's more important is how to deal with what's on hand. And there's also a rumor that Sarah will sue you for defamation.""What...?" Davi
Sarah took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Seth. "I’m sorry for keeping the kids from you." She said, her voice low and steady. "I was scared, and I didn’t want you to know. So, I couldn't bring myself to letting you know."Seth’s expression was unreadable, as he processed her words. "Why?" He finally asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why would you do that?""I..." Sarah trailed off, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sorry, Seth." She could only offer an apology."I’m sorry too." Seth said, his voice matching her somber tone. "I should have been more understanding, more patient with you." He reached for her hand, his fingers gently entwining with hers. "We both made mistakes. But I don’t want to keep making them."Sarah looked down at their joined hands, a small smile playing on her lips. "What do we do now?" She asked, her voice soft. "Where do we go from here? Home?"The word “home” hung between them, a suggestion and a question wrapped into one. Seth’s eyes met hers, his face e
The word “home” hung heavily in the air, punctuated by the sharp intake of breath from Sarah. She looked at Seth, her expression a mix of anger and confusion. Her voice came out low and measured, laced with a hint of defiance."I don’t have a home with you anymore." She wrapped her arms protectively around the baby in her embrace. "And you are not leaving with my children."Seth’s eyes narrowed, a slight twitch in his jaw betraying the depth of his anger. "And who said your decision and opinion matters here?" He said with a scoff, despite his anger. "I make the decision, Sarah, and you abide to it.""No...! I'm going nowhere with you!" Sarah’s words rang out with a ferocity. It was a line drawn in the sand, a declaration of her independence.Seth’s laughter was quick, almost cutting her off, but it was a brittle sound that concealed a seething rage. "You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not." He stepped forward, towering over her.Lucian watched as Sarah took a step backward,
The piercing sound of that familiar voice reverberated through the room, casting a chill over Sarah and sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. Slowly, she turned to face the source of that voice, her heart pounding against her ribs like a wild drumbeat.There he stood, Seth, his presence filling the room with an intensity. A mix of emotions played across his features — anger, sorrow, regret — but there was no mistaking the steel in his eyes as he locked his gaze onto Sarah.He stepped forward, the air practically crackling with tension between them. "Where have you been hiding?" He countered, stopping a few feet away from her. "Why didn't you let me find you?"Sarah had no words left in her to tell him, what was she to say? She could only stare at him, her eyes on him as if she was trying to communicate with her eyes instead. "I..."Seth was impatient, but he was able to hold him from grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room. "Say something, Sarah..." Despite the mi
A YEAR LATER*The plane descended gracefully through the clouds, its wings slicing through the air with an accuracy. As it neared the airport, the control tower flashed its lights in a welcoming signal.The plane glided over the runway, its wheels slowly touching down on the tarmac. The landing was smooth and effortless, as if the plane were being cradled by the runway itself. The passengers let out a collective sigh of relief as the plane came to a gentle stop. Through the windows, they could see the airport terminal, bustling with activity and life.A woman stepped down from the plane, a twin carrier strapped around her torso carrying two five months old babies. Despite her weariness, her eyes shone with happiness and anticipation as she scanned the lively airport. The babies were wide eyed and mesmerized by their new surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds.The babies chuckled softly, as if they were delighted by the scene. The woman smiled tenderly at them, her he
Laura’s jaw dropped open, shock coursing through her veins. "You’re willing to sell your soul to the President for some money or prestige?" She exclaimed, her voice laced with disgust. "I don’t care what I ruined for you, David. You can’t keep doing this to people. You can’t keep hurting people just to get what you want."David’s eyes flashed with rage. “I do what I have to, Laura. And you better don't try to lecture me when we've been in these since its beginning." He muttered, scowling at."But I never meant things to go this far, you're taking in more than you can contain, David." She uttered repulsively. "Just stop here...!"David wasn't ready to listen. "Look here, Laura, I'm tired of you being around me, your presence sucks." He uttered, scowling at her. "Whatever shit that's between us, let's end it here.""You're sick, David, if you think you can just call our fling off whenever you want?" Laura snickered. "I'm sorry, but you can't. I started this — and I should end it too.""
A deafening silence had stifled the air in the presidential office as Seth's eyes were fixed on the documents in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration.He had been poring over these files for hours, trying to make sense of the mixed up web of information before him. The clock on the wall ticked softly, signaling another minute had passed by, but Seth barely registered the sound.On the other side of the office was Lila, going through the iPad with her in silence — and just like Seth, her attention was fixated on the screen.Suddenly, Lila's outburst cut through the silence of the office like a knife through butter. "What...?" She sprung to her feet, her chair sliding backward with the momentum.Seth's head snapped up, startled by the sudden noise. "What is it now, Lila?" He solicited, his brows creased roughly. "You can see I'm putting in all my concentration here."Lila bowed her head slightly in apology. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Mr. President..." She uttered as she mo
Seth sat behind his desk, his hands clenched into tight fists. He had summoned David to his study and now, the two men faced each other, the air thick with tension."So, Mr. Citizen..." Seth began, his voice tight with emotion. "It seems that there is a problem. A problem that you may know something about."David's face remained impassive, but a slight tremor betrayed his nervousness. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. President. How can I help you?"Seth's eyes narrowed as he threw few pictures before David, his sharp gaze on him. "Can you explain this?" He asked, leaving no room for friendliness.Davis's brows creased as he stared at pictures, unable to comprehend what Seth was driving at. It was a picture of footprints Lila had taken when she went to Sarah's old house.David slowly diverted his gaze from the pictures to Seth. "Why are you showing me these?" He muttered in questioning, his brows still creased. "What am I supposed to do with these footprints?"Seth's expres
Lila's concern deepened, and she searched Tristan's face for signs of distress. "Tristan, sweetheart," she said, taking his small hands in hers, "is something wrong? Did you fall? Are you hurt?"Tristan looked up at her, his blue eyes piercingly earnest. "No, I'm not hurt, or maybe I am." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just...I don't understand. Why did Aunt Sarah leave us?"Lila swallowed hard as she felt her caught in her throat, her heart aching for the boy's loss. "Oh, Tristan...""Did she hates us now?" He muttered, the look in his eyes gloomy. "I'm sure she left because she thought we don't want her."Lila's eyes softened as she pulled Tristan closer, enveloping him in a warm hug. She could feel his small body trembling against hers, and she stroked his hair gently, trying to offer some comfort."I know you miss Aunt Sarah, Trist. It's hard when people we love have to go away. But I promise you, it's not because she doesn't love you." Lila countered, her voice caj