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I’m certain we can still work things out, and this time, I’m ready to do whatever she wants. I treated her badly for four years, and I need to make it up to her. I have to protect her from danger, it’s my responsibility. I never should have let her go in the first place. There has to be a way to make things right.I was so focused on the company and taking care of Zara that I never cared enough about her. Business always came first, and I made it my top priority.What’s done is done, I can’t change the past. All I can do now is right my wrongs. I’m not sure what exactly I feel inside, but I know we can work things out.I felt a tap on my hand and turned to see Zara. "We are here." She said. I hadn’t realized Jasper had stopped the car, I was too lost in thought."Let’s go inside." I stepped out of the car first, then walked to her side and opened the door for her. Once she was standing next to me, I took her hand. "You need to keep your promise. I don’t want any drama." I warned her."
EmilyI don’t know who invited him or why he's here, but seeing him makes me uneasy. If I had known Ryan would be this close to me, I would have mentally prepared myself to handle it until I could leave. It’s been months since he stood this near, and the tension is palpable."Are you okay?" Anderson asked, his voice gentle.I forced a smile, trying to appear composed, but deep down, with Ryan just a few feet away, I couldn’t shake the discomfort."I’m okay." I replied, hoping it sounded convincing. Just then, a waitress passed by, and I quickly grabbed two glasses of wine. Handing one to Anderson, we clinked our glasses together before I took a sip, trying to ease the growing tension."Thank you for your assistance. I did most of this with your help, I appreciate it.""You are welcome. Please give me a few minutes, I will be right back." I set the glass down and turned toward the hallway.I needed a moment to clear my head. Ryan’s gaze had been making me uncomfortable, and I had to es
RyanHer words played repeatedly in my ears. But why don't I believe her? There's no way she's moved on that fast. We spent four years together, she can't throw everything she had for me just like that. It doesn't seem like she was telling the truth, she must have said that to make me stop bothering her.No, I can't believe what she said. When I held her, I'm sure my touch had an effect on her, the way she reacted, she still feels something for me. I need to act quickly, before Anderson takes his chance and makes his way into her heart.I pushed the thought aside, trying to get back to work. As I typed on my keyboard, her face was all I could see. I couldn't get her out of my mind."Boss." I slowly lifted my head to see my manager. I don't recall hearing a knock on the door, how did he get inside?I raised my brows, waiting for an explanation. "I'm sorry, I knocked, but you didn't respond, so I had to come in.""You should have gone back to your office. Next time, wait until I give yo
I paced back and forth, thinking about what had just happened in the blink of an eye. That was fast, it could have cost me my life if I hadn’t moved quickly. I don’t know where or how the figure was able to reach me.For the past few years, it’s only been threats. I have never received a call before. I must have crossed a line this time for him to actually contact me. But why does he want me to stay away from Emily? In four years of marriage, nothing like this has ever happened. Why now?He doesn’t have a problem with me but with Emily? What has she done to put her life at risk? Whoever this person is, he knows I met her at the launch. But the real question is: was he there? Did he pass by me? How did I not suspect anything? This just proves how dumb I'm for not being more wary.Where do I even start? I can’t trace the call, it came from a burner phone. I need a skilled hacker, someone who can track down this figure.The door to the room swung open, snapping me out of my thoughts. I tu
Emily I stared at the mirror, reapplying my lip gloss. I hate having dry lips, especially after lunch. I made sure to keep it subtle, and once I was done, I turned, ready to leave the restroom. As I reached for the door, a memory of Ryan pushing it open crept into my mind. I couldn’t stop imagining how he pinned me against the wall, and how I had reacted to his touch. What if something had happened between us during our marriage? Would I have reacted the same way? I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts. I needed to bury the past. Grabbing the doorknob, I pulled it open and walked out, striding back to my office. I had stayed out of the news until this afternoon, and now, Ryan was caught up in a scandal about being gay, and somehow, I was part of it. My only offense was falling in love with him and proposing marriage in exchange for giving blood. There was no reason to drag me into this mess if I never married him. But wait, was he gay all along? Is that why he never felt
Who does he think he is? He comes into my work environment to order me around because of his son? A father who should be scolding his child and trying to settle things amicably is instead adding fuel to the fire. What a jerk he raised as a son. I’m certain that Father would have let this slide if his son had come clean and shown remorse. I will make sure he hears the recording. His friend supports whatever his son has been doing and perhaps has been aware of it all along. A knock on my door diverted my attention. Lifting my head, I saw my secretary peeking her head inside. "You have a call from your father." She informed me. I looked at the office telephone on my desk, wondering why he didn’t call my cell phone. "He seems really pissed." She added, closing the door behind her. I picked up the phone and placed it to my ear. "Hello, Father," I said, waiting to hear his tone. I'm not sure why he's angry. "What did you do to Mr. Michael?" He roared, his voice harsh. I didn’t know wha
As soon as my client left the room, I hurriedly grabbed my bag and followed behind. I needed to get to the address on time, before Anderson left. I received another text from him, stating I was the only one he was waiting for.Once outside, I hopped into the car and settled into the seat, quickly fastening my seatbelt."Where to, ma'am?" Biggy asked."The address I gave you. Take me there." I instructed."Okay, ma'am." He started the car and drove off. For some reason, my heart kept racing as we drove further.I had tried to find out who was in the car and where the person had been taken after the accident. But even the emergency responders who came to the rescue said they didn’t know what happened after the body was removed from the scene.I had spoken to Anderson about it before, and he asked me to let it go since I was trying to be discreet. But now that he had found out more, I wasn’t sure why he had investigated further."We have arrived, ma'am." Biggy informed me. I looked aroun
"What do you think I should do? I can’t leave her here like this, knowing I’m the cause of all this. I need to find out what happened."I was determined to uncover the truth. It would feel selfish to walk away without understanding what led to this. It’s clear that I was the target that day, there’s no way she would have driven onto the highway without seeing the truck heading for the car.I caught a glimpse of Anderson watching me, his arms folded across his chest."How sure are you she’s here because of you? I didn’t look into this to make you blame yourself." He said, almost in a whisper.I sighed, understanding his point. He is right, I might be overreacting, blaming myself for something beyond my control. I needed to take things slowly.I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I looked up, I met Anderson's eyes."We don’t have much time. Let’s go. I promise to dig deeper and find out who’s behind this. If it has anything to do with you, I will let you know." His words felt like an
Reaching for the doorknob, I pulled it open. If someone had told me the Mayor would come to the hospital, I wouldn’t have believed them. Yet, there he was, standing outside with a few of his men and his best friend.This fight isn’t mine; he should face Father before they bring about their downfall. I pushed the door wide open, making way for them to come inside.I hadn’t even noticed the banquet they brought with them—one of the guards was carrying it.Closing the door behind them, I strode back to the couch and took my seat, ready to watch what was about to unfold. There’s nothing more to expect here but lies.They exchanged pleasantries as if nothing were going on. Father also acted like he wasn’t holding a grudge against him, but I was certain that deep down, if he could strangle him to death, he would. After everything Father did for him, he bit the hand that fed him."How do you feel? The last time we came, you were unconscious. We had to leave." The Mayor said."As you can see,
Preparations were made, and Ryan made no delay in putting her to rest the following day. However, his mother was strongly against it, believing she would wake up and insisting she wasn’t truly dead, even though everything that happened was her fault. I remember how Ryan tried to stop her from going to clubs when we were still married, but she always defended her actions which he has to ignore. Astonished, Ryan ordered that his mother be locked until the evening. She was only released because Father asked him not to do that when he heard about it. I’m still stunned he listened to Father, but that’s not even the most fascinating part of it. Father, who was still in the hospital, attended her funeral. He came to the cemetery as Ryan's father. Of course, Liam wasn’t left behind, and Khan flew into the country this afternoon when he heard the news. Since we returned from the cemetery, I have been wanting to call Ryan and check up on him, but I’ve restrained myself. He’s in pain, and I wo
I came home and immediately took a bath before even thinking about dinner. Exhaustion weighed me down, and my legs ached so much that I could barely walk. Ryan hadn’t gone easy on me, no matter how much I pleaded. This was only the second time I’d had sex with him, and I had to admit, no matter how much it hurt, I still wanted more of him.As I strolled through the hallway, giggles drifted from Ethan’s room. When I first arrived, I’d been greeted by the unmistakable sound of moans. It left me wondering who had initiated things in there. Ethan was never one to appear like a sex enthusiast, but according to the maid, he and his partner had been at it for the past twenty minutes.I kept quiet, though. After all, I was just coming back from my own passionate escapade, so who was I to judge him?I made my way to the dining room, pulling out a chair and settling down. The maid had already set the table, and I eagerly began serving myself, my mouth watering at the sight of the meal before me
WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought for what felt like an eternity. The words still echoed in my mind, almost as if I hadn’t heard them properly the first time: I’m pregnant. And not just with anyone’s child—Ryan’s. Freya had been right, though I hadn’t wanted to admit it. Perhaps she noticed the symptoms before I did, the subtle changes in the way I looked or acted. If Mother had been around, maybe she would have agreed too. I was relieved that no one pressed me further about it. Everyone believed I wasn’t involved with anyone, so the idea of me being pregnant likely didn’t cross their minds. For now, at least. Reaching for my phone to check the time, I noticed a missed call I hadn’t seen earlier. As I unlocked it, I realized there was a message from my father. I knew it. I had been right all along, he has Mother with him. She must have gone willingly, trying to protect all of us. That’s just who she is. Despite everything, I believed he wouldn’t hu
I couldn’t stay mad at him for long, even if I wanted to. It was a relief that he had woken up, but what about Mother? Has he asked of her whereabouts? I thought, but didn't utter a word."Father, how do you feel? Any pains? Should I get the doctor?" I asked. I didn’t want him to feel worse when he learned Mother was missing.I find it challenging to believe she was gone, there was no way she had been kidnapped. One thing made sense: she had gone to them willingly.I knew Father must have threatened her, and this could be her way of protecting both of us from harm. The same thing had happened before, that’s why she ran away with me."Your mother has been kidnapped?" He said, but it sounded more like a question. Biggy must have told him everything. That shouldn’t bother him, though. I would find her.I looked at Biggy, who quickly cast his gaze downward, apology written all over his expression. I couldn’t blame him for letting Father know."My father has her with him, but I promise to
I was still frozen, everything he had just said was playing in my head, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts. As much as I had endured in Zara's hands, Ryan was no exception. The messages he had received and kept from me were enough proof that he had been enduring this torment for years."I'm still in shock. My mother… I still don't want to believe she has anything to do with this." He said. You could hear the hurt in his voice, but as a man, he wouldn’t allow himself to show his emotions."What about your sister? Is there any news about her?" I asked. He hadn’t said anything to me about her since this ordeal began.He shook his head. "Since we lost her, there’s been no further contact. The threat messages that led us to where we thought she was being held captive stopped coming.""I also tried tracing the messages." The guest said. "And it turned out they came from this Zara you're all talking about.""So, she was the one who kidnapped her?" I asked, my vo
EmilyI couldn’t believe this man was actually taking us to where he claimed he usually met his boss. It had been half an hour since we started driving, and we still weren’t there. He’d promised to lead us to the location, which was the only reason Mr. Liam had stopped the torture.Even before we set out, he had acted stubborn, forcing Mr. Liam to order the guys to bring a cement sack and bury his head inside it.The men carried out every instruction without hesitation.I wasn’t part of the mafia. Inflicting pain on someone wasn’t my forte. The last time I’d tried to use metal, it was just an idea I’d seen in movies. But using water, and even a cement sack? That felt like the worst of all, or maybe not. Either way, it was terrible."Is this the place?" I heard Liam say, his voice sharp and laced with suspicion.I turned to him and noticed he was glaring deadly at the twin brother, his expression a warning.Looking out at the surroundings where we had just parked, I couldn’t help but f
I was calling her phone, but she was on a call; the line had been busy. Who could she be speaking with? Isn’t she supposed to be alert for what comes next? I can’t stay out here doing nothing, I should go into the hospital. If her mother is missing, who’s staying with him? "Let’s go inside; we can’t keep staying out here." I said, glancing in my guest's direction. He nodded, and we stepped down from the car, striding toward the reception. "Do you know the room number?" I paused as it dawned on me, I didn’t know the room he was admitted to, not even the floor. "I think we need to ask the receptionist." I said, halting as I realized I was already getting stares from the ladies at the reception desk. "Mr Ryan, you’re famous. Just come with me while I do this." He insisted. I followed his lead reluctantly. Standing at the reception desk, I lingered behind, waiting for him to make inquiries. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name. "Mr. Ryan." I turned to the direction of the voice
RyanI had stopped by the hospital to see Grace, hoping there was some improvement. The guest insisted on coming with me to see her condition, and we both left for the hospital.He's been suggesting I move her to India, which I don’t think is a good idea. We have good doctors here in the country, and this hospital is among the best.I can't move her when I know she can be treated here in the hospital. I know she's in a critical stage, but moving her has never crossed my mind, and now that he mentioned it, I'm not making an attempt."I don’t know why you don’t want to move her, but don’t you think you should give it a thought?"There's nothing to think about, I prefer her here, where I get to see her every day, and whenever I choose to come over."She's better off here. I can’t move her there." I responded, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Let’s go to his office, I want to see him briefly."He shrugged, gesturing me to exit the room. I turned on my heels, descending the stairs