** Alan ** The restaurant was louder than I’d have liked. The clinking of cutlery, bursts of conversation from every table, and the occasional laughter grated against my nerves. But I didn’t mind it tonight. Not when Morgan sat across from me, her eyes sparkling under the dim candlelight, her lips curved in that teasing smile I’d grown addicted to. We’d been out a few times, nothing too serious, but I knew I was ready to make it official. Something about her—her fire, the way she kept me on my toes—made me want to lock this down before anyone else could get a chance. I wasn’t exactly known for settling, but this time was different. “I’m surprised you picked this place,” Morgan said, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s not your usual style.” “Thought I’d mix it up a bit,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “Besides, you said you liked Italian.” “I do,” she said with a smirk. “But you strike me as the type who prefers something quieter, more… exclusive.” I grinned. She wasn’t wrong.
** Alan ** I paced in front of Collins’ office, the ticking of the wall clock echoing in the otherwise silent room. My mind raced with every possibility, every second Morgan was in danger felt like a blade pressing against my throat. She had to be out there somewhere, scared, alone, waiting for me to save her. I wasn’t about to wait around for someone else to make a move. The door swung open, and Collins stepped in, looking as calm as ever. That cold, calculating demeanor of his irritated the hell out of me, but I needed him tonight. He was one of the best when it came to getting things done, especially when it involved tracking someone down. “How fast can you do it?” I asked the moment he entered, my voice tight with barely contained panic. “Give me a few minutes,” Collins said casually, moving to the desk where his laptop sat. His fingers danced over the keys as he pulled up software that I recognized for tracking phones and other devices. I watched over his shoulder, anxious.
** Alan** We reached the docks, the bitter scent of saltwater mingling with the cold night air. The warehouse stood in front of us, an ominous shadow against the moonlit sky. I could hear the faint sounds of the waves lapping against the shore in the distance, but all I could think about was Morgan. She was in there, somewhere, and we had to get her out. Tessa moved beside me, her eyes scanning the surroundings, sharp and focused. “This is the place,” she murmured. “You ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I muttered, my heart pounding in my chest. We approached the side door, staying low, keeping to the shadows. The door was slightly ajar, like they were expecting us. Something didn’t feel right, but I pushed the thought aside. I had to focus. We didn’t have time for doubts. Tessa reached for the handle, and just as her fingers brushed the cold metal, I felt it—a chill crawling up my spine. A trap. “Wait—” I started, but it was too late. The door swung open, and the world explod
** Collin ** I watched as my men led Morgan’s father away, his wrists bound in steel cuffs. The warehouse was quiet now, save for the distant rumble of the waves outside. Morgan was safe, standing next to Alan, who kept close, checking her for injuries. Relief coursed through me, but it was quickly overshadowed by something else—something that had taken root the moment I saw Tessa with a gun to her head. For a brief second, I had thought I was going to lose her. And the fear that gripped me in that moment was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I tried to push the feeling aside, tried to rationalize it as nothing more than concern for a friend, but it lingered, heavy in the back of my mind. My eyes drifted to her now, watching as she dusted herself off, checking her gun with a steady hand. She looked unfazed, tough as ever, but I couldn’t shake the image of her in that moment of danger, her life hanging by a thread. I swallowed hard. It wasn’t Miriam. It had never been Miriam
** Collins ** The phone rang, piercing through the silence in my office. I glanced at the screen, Joyceline’s name flashing across it. Figures. It was only a matter of time before she came crawling back, furious about what I’d done. I picked up the call, leaning back in my chair, keeping my voice calm. “Joyceline.” Her response came sharp, cutting through the line. “Meet me. Now.” I smirked, already knowing what this was about. “Is this going to be another one of your tantrums, or should I actually be concerned?” “Cut the crap, Collins. I’m not playing games with you.” She hung up before I could reply. I let out a sigh, tossing my phone on the desk. Joyceline was pissed. And for good reason. But I wasn’t going to let her make demands. She was walking on thin ice, and she didn’t even realize it. I grabbed my jacket and headed out, driving to the meeting spot she’d chosen—a quiet, dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town. When I walked in, Joyceline was already seated at a table, he
** Sydney ** The cool autumn air wrapped around me as I made my way down the busy street toward the hospital. It had been one of those mornings where everything felt… off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but my gut had been churning with unease ever since I left the house. As I crossed the street, something caught my eye—a glimpse of a familiar figure stepping out of a sleek black car. I slowed down, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized him. Aiden. He was standing outside a restaurant, casually buttoning his jacket, and beside him… Miriam. I frowned, my steps faltering as I watched them exchange a few words before walking in different directions. There was nothing outwardly suspicious about it, but something about seeing them together unsettled me. Miriam was in love with Spencer, that much I knew, but what was she doing with Aiden? And why did Aiden never mention this to me? I shook my head, trying to brush off the uneasy feeling gnawing at me. It was probably nothing.
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree
I wanted so much more…So much power, so much fame…And I still wanted the woman I loved …“Are you crazy, Collins? How dare you text me after everything that you've done to Spencer?” Miriam asked me as she walked into the coffee shop that I invited her to.“It's nice to see you again, Miriam,” I smiled at her.She rolled her eyes and sat down. “Whatever you're telling me, better be quick about it and don't expect any favors from me,” she snapped.I grinned widely. She was always acting tough, trying to seal her fear and emotion. I like her for that but I wanted her to be free and open with me. I have to make her understand that I'm not the bad person here. If I could just show her the brighter side of things, then she would realize that it is me that she needs. Miriam might be acting cool but I know that she's still greedy on some things.“Relax, stop acting feisty. It doesn't suit you at all. I called you here because I've missed you,” I said.Miriam scoffed. She glared at me so har
Her eyes lit up as soon as the club lights were turned on. Tonight was going to be hectic, just like every other night in DaSilver’s clubhouse. Sophia silently prayed for tonight to be better than the past few nights since this week started. “Sophia Bennett! Are these guests going to serve themselves?” The sarcastic tone of her manager, Mr Meyers, hit her hard.She turned around swiftly to stare at him with her big doe eyes, “Not at all, sir.”A smirk curved at the corners of Mr Meyers’ lips, “Then stop staring at me like a confused deer and get to work!” He snapped at her.Sophia gathered herself and composure together and scrambled out of his presence. Once she was out of sight, she sighed and tied the apron around her waist. This was how a bad night usually begins with, a terrible scolding from her manager or a superior colleague.“You might want to stop zoning out and get to work, Bennett,” another scornful voice reached her ears. It was from Joanne, the oldest worker in the cl
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney**I stood on the balcony of my room, looking outside at the clear sky and sun as it shone bright this morning. My hands subconsciously rubbed my belly bump that was becoming visible as each day passed by. My mind was zoned out on the various events that had just happened in the past few weeks.The whole new experience I had when I was with Spencer and how it died down pretty quickly unlike how I expected it to be. My thoughts were randomly thinking of how strong I have been while going through the drama of being involved with Spencer Martins. The love I felt we shared - was it even real?Or was it just an infatuation? Was I too desperate or scared of being alone that I couldn't even shed a little bit of hope of restoring my marriage?Now look at me here, back with my Aiden and his family because no matter how far I run, I would still come back to Aiden's arms. That was the power of destiny and this was how it wanted its game to go.I only played along to it and probably migh
** Spencer **I caught her right before she fell flat on the floor, her sleeping face was looking so calm and peaceful. I make her sit on the chair and relax her body, then I part her lips slightly and place mine on it, pumping air into her lungs.After thirty minutes of this continuous attempt, her eyes fluttered open. I handed her a glass of water to drink so it could calm her nerves down.“You passed out earlier, I figured out that it could be a sign of weakness so I've decided to drop you off at home and let you rest for the day,” I said.I feel like this was what she needed most. A few hours of rest and she will be fine. I don't want to stress Sydney out that much especially since Max saw her in the hospital earlier. She might not open up to tell me what's wrong with her, but I know that she's feeling exhausted and needs rest.“I'm okay, you don't have to let me do this. I came here to work and get paid, I have to keep to that protocol,” she declined.“Why?” I asked.“Why what?”
** Collins **I parked in front of Spencer's Group company. I can't even remember the last time I stepped foot around this place. I haven't been around this area but because of my current mission, I guess I will be hanging around here for a while.It's not like I don't have a business to be busy with. Fortunately, I inherited the Martins company after Elizabeth and Spencer disappeared from the city. The company was handed over to me at a very young age, however, due to my mismanagement, it went over the hill.Currently, the company is on the verge of going bankrupt which is why old man Lee, who is my grandfather and Spencer's grandfather too, decided to put me into politics. The aim was to become the mayor of the city and rule over the people. With this new aim in mind, the bankruptcy of Martins's company did not matter to me or old man Lee.What would shatter us now if I did not make it to the primary elections, which is why we are set out to eliminate whatever it is that is on our w
Sweet trails of kisses wake me up from my deep sleep. I stirred up in bed and opened my eyes slowly. Spencer kissed my lips briefly and smiled at me.“Good morning, my love,” he greeted sweetly.“Acting sweet really suits you a lot,” I said and he chuckled.“Better get used to it. Meanwhile, I ordered some foodstuff while you were still sleeping,’’ he informed me.I pouted like a child, “I don't have the strength to prepare a meal right now.”“You have to stress yourself or my baby. Few weeks of attending a cooking class when I was in my early twenties is going to pay off,” he replied.“Really? You are going to make breakfast for me?” I asked excitedly.He nodded and got up from the bed. “You can come and watch me.”I giggled and joined him in the kitchen, helping him out to prepare a lemonade for our meal. However, it wasn't long until I heard Lydia calling my name.“Sydney, where are you? Oh …” she said. The last part slipped out when she saw Spencer, who was wearing an apron and co
I wanted so much more…So much power, so much fame…And I still wanted the woman I loved …“Are you crazy, Collins? How dare you text me after everything that you've done to Spencer?” Miriam asked me as she walked into the coffee shop that I invited her to.“It's nice to see you again, Miriam,” I smiled at her.She rolled her eyes and sat down. “Whatever you're telling me, better be quick about it and don't expect any favors from me,” she snapped.I grinned widely. She was always acting tough, trying to seal her fear and emotion. I like her for that but I wanted her to be free and open with me. I have to make her understand that I'm not the bad person here. If I could just show her the brighter side of things, then she would realize that it is me that she needs. Miriam might be acting cool but I know that she's still greedy on some things.“Relax, stop acting feisty. It doesn't suit you at all. I called you here because I've missed you,” I said.Miriam scoffed. She glared at me so har
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree