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"Don't you touch me, Ryan." She said, halting my hand before I could reach her face. She looked away briefly, then back at me, her expression darker. I grew even more perplexed, I hadn’t done anything to offend her. I was just fortunate to be there to save her from whatever they had planned. Where did she expect me to take her? I had also passed out, and when I woke up, we were already near the mansion. Calling Alex over was for her, not because of the injury on my head. "Do you have a problem with me, Emily? All I did was save you. I couldn’t even catch the idiot who did that to you." "Fine, you saved me, but didn’t you think you should have just taken me home? You brought me here and made my parents panic?" She said, though it sounded more like she was questioning me for doing something good. It dawned on me, she was right; I hadn’t thought about her family. Everything that happened yesterday was out of my control, from the argument with my mom to finding her at the restaurant, b
EmilyWhen I got home, the house was empty except for Lisa who I met, and she couldn’t stop crying; she thought I had been kidnapped. Honestly, I almost was, if Ryan hadn’t shown up. I was in the restroom washing my hands at the sink when I suddenly heard a scream. Before I could turn, I felt something sharp pierce my neck. That’s when I blacked out.Since I woke up at Ryan’s house, he must have been the one who found me. But what was he doing there? Did someone tell him I was with Anderson? I hadn’t even mentioned going out to Biggy. He had called earlier asking if he should come over, but I had turned him down. So how did he know where I was there with Anderson?Lisa explained how father nearly lost it on Anderson for returning home without me; my mother had to step in to stop him. She’s the only reason Anderson avoided a beating. I understand why father was upset, he had specifically warned Anderson not to go anywhere without my guard. My mother, however, assured him it was fine,
Father had a good conversation with Anderson, and he took the time to apologize for his behavior last night. I don’t blame Father; I would probably react the same way if it were my child. After clearing things up, Father walked Anderson out to his car so he could head back to work. It was funny, in a way, though I understood how they must have felt when I was missing. As we waited for Father’s return, the office door suddenly swung open, and Ethan strode into the room, with Father following closely behind. Mother stood up, moving next to Ethan. "Hey, how did it go?" She asked. Since he left the room, his just returning. "We found them." Ethan said, "I hacked into their security system and tracked them down using the car they drove." "Who are they?" Father asked, and silence fell over the room. Ethan hesitated, clearly reluctant to reveal their identities. "I think they are working for Adams. They have connections with him, and he’s likely the one who put them up to it." Ethan fina
Ryan"Here are the test results." Alex said, handing the report to me. "As suspected, she was injected with a substance that made her black out. Luckily, you saved her in time; otherwise, she would have..." He paused, then took a seat across from me.I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence, but he remained silent, simply staring at me with his hands crossed.The report I held was informative, but some medical terminology was beyond my understanding. I wasn’t trained in this field, especially not in something as specialized as medicine. Doctors are supposed to explain these things, but Alex was holding back."I'm listening, dude. What aren’t you telling me?" I pressed, unable to hold back. I needed to know everything he suspected.He sat up straighter, placing his hands on the desk, and looked at me intently. "You might not want to know what happens next.""What do you mean? Just tell me. I wouldn't be here if I didn’t want to find out."He took a deep breath. "She
We arrived at the office a few minutes later, parking in the lot. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed the guys waiting near the entrance. The moment they spotted me, they began moving in my direction, looking tense."Is everything okay?" I asked, heading toward the reception and making my way to the office. Their expressions told me there was something urgent."We have a huge problem." They said in unison. It was as if their words hit a nerve, making me freeze as the severity of the situation sank in."A problem? A huge problem?" I repeated, their tone clarifying that something serious was wrong."We can’t find him. He’s no longer at the safe house where we had him locked up." I glanced at them briefly as I continued walking into my office."You can't find him? Who are you talking about? The last person you were holding is Anderson's accomplice. So, who exactly are you referring to?""We can't find him there. I think he escaped. The place was open when we arrived. We checked the wh
Seeing the note in his hands, boldly written that I killed him, I couldn’t move. I stood there, sweat forming on my face. How could I leave when there was a note with my name on it? He mentioned the police—that meant he’d sent them proof. No way. What proof could he possibly have to hold me responsible? I wasn’t there when it happened. None of my men were there. So how could this be proof? "Do you still want to leave?" He asked. "You can, but when you do, the police will be here for his body. This note, it will ruin you." He raised it up. Was this the reason he left the hospital for his house? "It’s just a note. Do you really think the police will hold me for it? It was found in your mansion. The police will see it as a setup. You were there the day of the gunshot, and now this, don’t you think you will be brought in for questioning?" The sinister smile on his face fell flat. He couldn’t respond. The police wouldn’t believe a word he said when the body was found in his house. I h
Saying I wasn’t hurt by his death would be a lie. I'm hurt beyond what I can imagine, and I don’t even understand why I'm so affected by what happened to him. If only I had let him go sooner, this wouldn’t have been his fate. I’m not sure if he has a family, but if he does, they have lost him forever. How will they cope without him? He could be their everything.If anyone is to blame here, it’s Anderson. I had no intention of killing him. I was going to inflict pain in him just to get the truth out of him, but I didn’t want him dead. I will have to investigate if he left behind any family members."Boss, we are done digging the ground. Should we proceed?" I looked at the figure one last time and nodded.I can’t keep his body, not with the police investigating. After giving instructions, I turned and headed back to the car. There’s no way to bring him back, no matter how much I wish I could."Are you sure no one followed us here?" I asked, glancing around the cemetery. If someone is wa
EmilyNothing was making sense. The entire conversation with Anderson last night kept replaying in my mind. There’s no way he lied to me, right? I can’t believe he would go so far as to twist the truth just to make me forget that Grace saved me from that accident. He said he would find out what happened and locate her family, but according to him, I shouldn’t worry, she’s just an orphan with a history of criminal cases.He even claimed she was being chased when the accident happened. The story didn’t add up, but then again, it could be true. Maybe she’s not who I think she is.What I can’t shake off is how she’s being treated at the hospital as an anonymous patient. And Ryan, he’s the one funding her medical bills. To make things stranger, his friend is the doctor overseeing her care.In my four years of marriage to Ryan, Grace never crossed our paths. I never saw her at the house; she never visited. I can’t say for certain that she’s related to him. Could my security team have gotten
EmilyIt's frustrating. I'm beginning to break down, even though I'm doing everything possible to find evidence to bring them down. Ten hours have passed, and I still can't find anything to put them behind bars.I'm slowly losing my sanity in the midst of all this chaos, something I never imagined I would experience in my life. Being wealthy comes with so many troubles.Back then, I was happy with Mother, even though Father didn't come home on some occasions. We always had fun, keeping each other company. But ever since I added "Fernandez" to my name, it hasn't been the same for me.I felt hands on my shoulders. Tilting my head, I came face to face with Lisa. Dressed up, hands on her trolley, ready to leave. She’s supposed to fly out of the country with Father to Atlanta where she runs her fashion company, but because he’s bedridden, she has to go alone."Let me drop you off at the airport." I said, trying to get up, but she pushed me back down and sat on the edge of the couch."Is so
Emily said they were behind his attack. Why did she allow them into the hospital? What if they finish the job there? Something needs to be done. As for the money he requested, did Zara assign him to do that? Now it all makes sense. The allegations against him weren’t false. The money he was accused of stealing? He took it. "Boss." I looked at him as he extended his hand, offering me his phone. "Ms. Emily." I took the phone from him and placed it to my ear. "Hey, is everything okay? How's your father?" I asked. "Still the same. He hasn't moved or woken up. But that's not why I'm calling. Did you get my messages? I think you should look into it." I sighed. "I did get your message. The mayor's wife told me her husband went to the hospital. Why did you allow them?" "I was leaving Alex's residence when Mother sent me a message. By the time I got there, they had already left. I didn’t get the chance to meet them." Someone needs to find out what truly transpired. Why did they attack hi
"Just be patient. You heard what your mother said. But she had no right to decide what she thought was good for you." He said, his voice firm yet calm.He sighed, looking away briefly. I could sense the concern in his tone, but as a doctor, he wasn’t supposed to show emotion, especially since this wasn’t about a patient. Doctors are trained to hold back their emotions, reserving their dread for moments when a life is truly lost.He patted my shoulder before standing up from the couch and striding back to his desk.I remained tense, unable to speak since returning from Grace's room. How did I not know she was my cousin? Why would Mother hide this from everyone? Was Amber even aware? She’s nowhere to be found, so I have no idea what she knows.Is she aware Mother hired Zara? Amber and Zara never got along, so it’s possible she knows, and that’s why she despises her. But why would Mother harbor such dislike for her niece and nephew without a good reason?Zara once had a brother, but he p
RyanI urged Jasper to drive faster. I needed to get to the house before mother leaves. She was supposed to be at home, but ever since Amber went missing, she hadn’t ceased visiting her boyfriend. I had called Zara repeatedly, but she wasn’t answering. Now, I wasn’t sure if she was deliberately ignoring me.Was this all part of some plan? How could she tell Emily she was pregnant with my child? Was she trying to destroy what I was still struggling to rebuild with Emily? She said she would change, yet here she was, tormenting her again.Everyone needed to understand their place in my life. I couldn’t let them ruin what I was building, especially after four years of neglecting Emily and finally trying to make things right.When we arrived at the house, I stepped out of the car and headed straight into the living room. Without hesitation, I ascended the stairs, striding purposefully toward her room.At her door, I knocked briefly, and as soon as she responded, I pushed the door open and
I walked into the living room, and there Ryan was, seated on the couch. His gaze met mine, and he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, my excitement bubbling over. Seeing him this close after a few days felt surreal."I didn’t expect to meet you here. We could have…" He began, but his words trailed off as he stood and walked toward me. Before I could even drop my bag, he was already pulling me into a hug.I snuggled into him, inhaling his cologne—a sweet mix of strawberry and vanilla. It hadn’t even been a week, but I missed him so much already.I fucking love this man. I’ve always loved him. Nothing has ever changed that. I thought I had moved on, but seeing him now made me realize it was all a lie from the start.Remembering why I was here, I gently pulled away from him. There would be time for this later, but right now, I am needing answers. He had been hiding things from me, and that had to stop.His brows furrowed as I stepped back, the smile on his face fading into a frown"A
I wasn’t sure if I should even be here, but before I knew it, I found myself driving toward her house. I needed an explanation, something to justify what she had done to me. What had I ever done to deserve this? Paying someone else to carry his child, knowing full well he was sick and could barely father one on his own?I could have been patient. I was there for him, ready to wait for as long as it took. I gave up everything, turned my back on my family, my career, my dignity, all for him. What more could I have sacrificed?I stepped out of the car, my heart heavy with anger and hurt, and made my way to the living room. Nothing had really changed here. The memories came rushing back, those years I spent cleaning, cooking, and doing her laundry because the maid was either sick, on her off days, or simply unavailable. A lot of it fell to me, and I endured it all.I marched into the house and was greeted by the maid. She looked up from her task, freezing the moment her eyes met mine. I e
Emily I arrived at the hospital and hurried inside the building, my heart pounding frantically since I’d heard the news. She couldn’t be pregnant for him, there was no possible way. I had suspected he was sleeping with her from the start, but everything seemed to shift when I was called to help him on the day he had the substance in his system. Alex had confirmed that he was given something that caused his intoxication, accompanied by heavy sleep. I knocked on his office door and waited a few seconds for a response, but there was none. Was he outside? Attending to a patient? Either way, I decided I could wait inside. I pushed the door open, but the room was empty. I walked further in and sat down to wait for him. That’s when I heard muffled sounds. Turning my attention to the source, I looked behind the bed. To my surprise, I saw a little child lying there. "Hey, are you sick?" I asked softly, walking up to her. She nodded in response, her small face pale and fragile. "I have
Zara How the hell did this happen? I can’t believe our plans failed, and we lost her. If there’s anyone I should blame, it’s Adams. I don't understand why the hell he had to ask for money. All he needed to do was follow a simple instruction, ask her to come over. But he messed it up completely. I heard a car, and looked out the window to see who’s parking outside. Tiptoeing toward the sliding window, I peered through. It was Adams, parking in the lot. I needed an explanation for why he did what he did. I marched back toward the bed, pacing while I waited for him to come upstairs. Getting him involved in this had been a terrible idea. The money he asked for was something he already had sitting in his bank account. What more did he require it for? He’d stolen enough from Empire Company. So why pull this stunt? The door to the room creaked open, and I knew it was him. I stood still, listening as the door clicked shut. As soon as it did, I turned to face him. He wore a troubled expres
It wasn’t long before I made up my mind to step out of the car. The phone was never going to ring at this point, and I’m not sure if we are in the right address. Jasper had claimed he knew the place and had brought us here, but at this point, I don’t think it has to be this place. We have to leave, go back, and wait for them to call. I pushed the door open, looking around the place to find anything suspicious. Someone could be somewhere watching us without us being aware. If I find anyone here, he’s a suspect, he has something to do with this. The car that just passed is no exception; I have to look into it. Maybe there could be a connection. I continued to look around, but I couldn’t even find where my guard had entered. Too many incomplete buildings, not sure where to follow. "Boss." Jasper called, and as I turned to look behind, in the blink of an eye, something flew past my eyes, landing on the car. "It's a knife." He announced, just in time as I looked at the knife that pierce