Nicole’s fingers tightened around the edge of her seat as she repeated the question. “You’re a taxi driver?”Ethan peered back at her in the rearview mirror, his lips twisting in a knowing smile. "Yep! That's me. Surprised?""Umm… not really," Nicole replied, choosing her words with tact. She kept her expression impassive, but the fact was, she was well and truly stumped. A taxi driver paying such a huge bill as if he were buying a candy?“Well,” Nicole said, tilting her head, “I guess I’m just curious how a ‘humble taxi driver’ could afford to shell out that kind of cash back at the hospital like it’s pocket change.”Ethan's smile broadened, and his dark eyes sparkled with mirth. "I figured you'd ask that. The thing is, I'm not just a taxi driver. I own five other taxis and have drivers working for me. They pay me a percentage of their earnings, and it all adds up."Nicole raised her eyebrows, genuinely impressed. "That's… actually really smart. Hard work and diligence, huh?"“Exact
Nicole stared at the elderly woman, her confusion deepening with every passing second. “Excuse me, ma’am,” she said cautiously. “Are you sure you have the right person? Have you… lost your daughter?”But the woman wasn’t listening. Her trembling hands wandered over Nicole’s face and shoulders, as if trying to confirm she was real. Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks, her voice shaky but filled with gratitude. “Thank God,” she whispered, her hands clasping tightly around Nicole’s. “Thank God I’ve found you. My daughter. My precious daughter!”Nicole's mouth opened, but no words came out. Too stunned, too baffled by what was happening."Ma'am…," she finally managed, her tone soft but urgent, "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not—""Shhh!" The woman interrupted her with a finger over Nicole's lips. "Don't say anything, my dear. You've been through so much. I can see it in your eyes."Nicole let out a sigh and slowly turned to the taxi driver now visibly irritated.
Nicole’s body stiffened as she watched Leo, her eyes darting around for anything that could double as a weapon. Her hands were bunched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, as if ready to defend herself if it came to that. Her breathing was shallow and controlled, but her heart was another story altogether, racing, thundering against her chest like some warning drum.She had seen enough in her life, either on TV or in reality, in whispered cautionary tales, to understand that when a man shows up uninvited in the dead of night, trouble is usually not very far behind."What do you want?" Her voice was sharp, her tone designed to slice through any pretense.She stepped back instinctively, angling herself closer to a discarded plank she had spotted earlier. Her body was tense, coiled, ready to act.Leo raised his hands quickly, palms outward, a universal gesture of peace but there was still something about his calm demeanor that unsettled her. "Relax," he said, his voice low an
“She was reported dead several years ago,” Leo began, his voice measured, but Nicole could sense the storm of emotions beneath his calm facade.His words were like a blow to her heart. She didn't move her gaze from him as he continued. "She was my mother," he said, his voice growing softer, as if saying it out loud made it even more unbearable.“She had left after a fight with my father, one of those fights to which you don't return, words thrown at each other like daggers cutting so deep they wouldn't heal. She stormed out that evening, and that was the last time we saw her alive.”Nicole's brow furrowed. She remembered his earlier claim that his grandmother's dementia had only recently set in. But this? This loss had happened years ago. The timeline didn't add up. She didn't voice her confusion, though; thankfully, she didn't have to.Leo seemed to sense her unspoken question and explained further, his tone heavy with the weight of past grief. “My grandma brought my sister and me
Taylor adjusted his tie as he locked the door to his office, the weight of another long day bearing down on him. Taylons Enterprises had seen better days, but the growing competition in the market wasn’t making things any easier. As he walked toward the elevator, his phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts.He glanced at the screen; it was a call from Jake, one of his oldest friends. A faint smile tugged his lips as he answered."Jake, what's up?""Taylor!" Jake's voice boomed through the speaker. "We're in town, man! Me, Chris, and Logan. Thought we'd call you up before you bury yourself in those spreadsheets again."Taylor chuckled softly, stepping into the elevator. "You guys just got in? What brings you to Peterborough?""Does that matter?" Logan's voice cut in with a laugh. "What matters is we're here, and we're dragging you out for drinks tonight. You've been way too quiet lately."Taylor sighed, already foreseeing the back-and-forth. "Guys, I appreciate it, bu
The glass slipped from Taylor's hand, shattering against the floor. The sudden crash silenced the room, and every eye turned to him. He didn’t care. Already his coat was in hand, his legs moving of their own accord as he shoved past the gawking crowd. Sarah's voice over the phone played on a continuous loop in his mind, laced with panic.Taylor had fumbled for his car keys, slipped into the driver's seat, his hands shaking as they clutched onto the wheel. It was a very dark night and eerily quiet, except for the growl of his car that shattered the stillness of the night. He had driven like a man possessed, making each turn sharper than the last one before him, with his jaw clenched down so tightly it hurt.The mansion came into view, its towering silhouette casting ominous shadows in the moonlight. Parking haphazardly, Taylor bolted towards the front door. His mind was a jumble of worst-case scenarios: Was she unconscious? Did she hit her head? Why hadn't Sarah called an ambulance
“Mum, did you set this up?” Taylor’s voice was low, but the weight of his anger pressed each word like a heavy stone. His jaw was clenched, his fists balled at his sides as he glared at his mother, who stood frozen near the hallway.Slowly, she turned to him, her face a mask of innocence trying to veil the guilt. She squared her shoulders and cocked her head as if she hadn't heard the question."Mum," Taylor repeated, this time louder and sharper. "Did you invite Sarah into my bed? You set this up, hoping she'd seduce me?”Veronica let out a sigh, the veneer falling from her face as she regarded her son, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Fine," she admitted, her chin lifting in defiance. "Yes, I did. And I don't regret it, Taylor. It's for your own good. You need to move on."Taylor's face furrowed in disbelief. "Move on? You think this is the way to help me 'move on'? Throwing Sarah into my bed like I'm some hormonal teenager?""You need a wife, Taylor," Veronica shot back. "And I
Sarah woke up to the incessant buzz of her phone vibrating against the bedside table. Groaning, she reached for it with half-closed eyes, her irritation melting away as soon as she saw the name on the screen— Mother-in-Law. The very sight seemed to electrify her, wiping away any trace of grogginess.“Good morning, Mother,” she answered eagerly, already knowing the reason for the call.“How did it go yesterday?” Veronica’s voice came through sharp and expectant, her impatience barely masked.Sarah smirked, her tone triumphant. “Perfectly well, Mother. We’re having dinner together tonight.” She said it like a melody, savoring each word as if it were a victory chant."Good," Veronica said, approval laced with urgency. "You're making progress. But don't waste time. Seal this quickly. I want grandchildren, Sarah. Time is running out."Veronica had always made it very clear how she felt about anything or anyone beneath her social standing.In her mind, poverty wasn't unfortunate; it was a
Taylor's office, once a sanctuary of power and control, now felt like a cage. The walls, adorned with accolades and framed contracts spanning two decades of success, seemed to close in on him. Late afternoon sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and cast long shadows on the Persian rug.The troubling recent protest, his removal and the unbelievable appointment of his wife, Sarah, as new CEO built up to the whirling dervish that threatened to consume him now. She came into the room, her movement sure and measured, heels ticking across hardwood flooring.She wore the expression of concern and determination; even her designer suit had emerged unscathed after the tension of the day. "Taylor, we need to talk," she began in a smooth, velvety voice laced with urgency that raised the fine hairs at the back of his neck.He looked up from his desk, and in his eyes, could be seen a mix between betrayal and disbelief; the wedding ring on his finger now seemed to feel heavi
Taylor entered the boardroom the next morning, each step heavy with dread. The atmosphere was tense, with board members seated around the imposing mahogany table, their faces stern and unyielding. At the far end, Veronica sat silently, her worry evident in her pale complexion.The chairman wasted no time. "Today, we will vote on whether Taylor Fury should remain as CEO of Taylons Enterprises."The votes were cast, and it would appear that Taylor's heart was leading the race, each ballot like a nail in his professional coffin. The announcement by the chairman only reaffirmed those deep-seated fears of his."The board has voted. Effective immediately, Taylor Fury is removed as CEO of Taylons Enterprises."The room was wrapped in stunned silence. Taylor's grip on the armrests of his chair tightened, the knuckles blanching. "You can't do this," he protested, tremors running through his voice."It's done," the chairman said with finality. "You're no longer in charge."Fluctuating upward,
The protesters had taken over the courtyard, their presence an overwhelming force that made Taylor's corner office feel like a cage. A sea of fury stretched as far as he could see, their chants battering the walls of Taylons Enterprises like a relentless storm. "Pay us now! Pay us now!" they screamed, their voices a cacophony of betrayal and desperation. Signs bobbed up and down in the crowd, each one a personal indictment of his leadership. There was thick tension in the air; the more one could choke from it, the more it grew deep in Taylor's chest, as if an anchor had been cast on his lungs, making breathing impossible.His assistant burst through the door. Her usually impeccable appearance told a different story now: her jacket awry, a few strands of hair hanging loose from their normally disciplined bun. "They have breached the gates," she whispered, shaking.The usually composed woman was now pale, her eyes darting from the window to Taylor. "We need to leave. Security says
The chanting outside grew deafening, vibrating through the thick walls of Taylons Enterprises like a relentless drumbeat. Taylor stood by his office window, his expression unreadable but his clenched fists betraying the storm raging within him. Below, the crowd of protesters had swelled, their collective anger a palpable force. Workers chanted for wages, voices clear right to the executive floors. Placards waved above the sea of people, letters in bold facing him as an accusation: "Fraud!""Pay Us Now!""Taylor Fury Has Failed!"Company gates groaned with the surge of the crowd against them. Security guards were few in number and showed their anxiety, forming a shaking line to hold them back.Cues could be heard from some of the workers who had started to jingle the gate in frustration, boiling over into bouts of aggression. Taylor turned his face away from the window and faced his assistant, Samantha, who was standing ash pale, trembling at his desk. "Call the police," he ord
The tension in the air was suffocating, a heavy weight that pressed down on Taylor as he walked into the headquarters of Taylons Enterprises. The once-vibrant office building now felt eerily quiet, a reflection of the company's crumbling state. The security personnel barely nodded; the usual professionalism had been marred by the uncertainty hanging like a dark cloud over everyone. Taylor quickened his steps toward his office, his mind jumbled. It was a storm brewing that he wasn't so sure he could handle.As he entered the boardroom, he was met by the grim, tight-lipped face of William Sharpe, the company’s CFO. “Mr. Fury, we’ve hit rock bottom,” William began without preamble. His voice was low but urgent, each word laced with desperation. “There’s nothing left in the reserves. We’re out of time. Out of options.”Taylor gritted his teeth on the insistent drumming of fingers against the wood burr veneer. "Cut down unnecessary expenses," he said, far sharper than he'd meant to. H
Nicole sat on the plush velvet couch in Leo’s sprawling mansion, a steaming cup of tea balanced precariously on the small glass table in front of her. The late evening had settled into a calm rhythm, the crackling of the fireplace filling the room as Leo, Bella, and his grandmother joined her for what was supposed to be a relaxing night. The screen-size flat-screen wall TV flickered into life and flashed a news announcer excitedly articulating in voice crisp and distinctly clear, the latest news. "Breaking news tonight is the announcement made by the embattled CEO, Taylor Fury, of Taylons Enterprises, of his engagement to be married to the woman named Sarah Austins. Within the month, as stated, this wedding will finally happen and brings certain surprise twists amid the woes the family company is continuously facing."Nicole's fingers closed in a fist around the armrest of her chair. Her eyes remained glued to the screen as images of Taylor and Sarah, arm-in-arm, smiling for the pr
Sitting alone in his car, Taylor stared at his phone, scrolling through the countless headlines plastered across every major news outlet. "Taylons Empire on the Brink: Wedding Bells to Save It All?" one headline blared. Another read, "Taylor Fury: Business Tycoon or Scandal Magnet?" Each word cut, chipping away a little piece of the foundation of his carefully constructed image. His jaw tightened, and he tossed the phone to the passenger seat, the screen going black.Who could have leak such sensitive information? He wasn't just disturbed at how quickly the information went out, but also that it happened from his inner circle.Taylor drummed his fingers on the wheel as, replaying all the events of last week in his head. One of those closest to him had betrayed him, and he knew he had to find out who.The car's honing brought him back to reality. He let out a deep breath and turned the ignition, headed for the headquarters of Taylons Enterprises. As much as he wanted to retreat
The boardroom was silent as Taylor Fury entered, his expression grim and his shoulders squared against the weight of the crisis. The once-vibrant energy that had defined board meetings of Taylons Enterprises had been replaced by an oppressive tension. The faces of the remaining board members reflected frustration and desperation. Taylor sat at the head of the long, polished table, his tie adjusted with deliberate slowness, as if he waited for anything that could stay the inevitable. It was the head of finances, Mr. Caldwell, who cleared his throat first. "Mr. Fury, we have gone over the financial trajectory once more, and it is bleak. Unless we secure an enormous influx of capital within the next quarter, the company will…"He stopped, his voice dropping. "We shall have no option but to file bankruptcy."Taylor did not utter a word; his jaws were clamped.He looked up to the graphs on the huge screen behind Mr. Caldwell, the red downward spiral of the financial status of the compa
Taylor sat in the large leather chair of his office, staring blankly at the ceiling. The faint hum of the city outside his window blended with the echoes of his mother’s words to start preparing for a wedding.Over and over again, the phrase looped in his head like a cruel melody, tugging at the fraying edges of his sanity.He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply. Marrying Sarah. The very thought of it sent a cold shiver through him. How had it come to this? A child. His child. At least that's what she claimed, though every part of him wanted to reject it. Not because it wasn't possible but because acknowledging it meant facing a responsibility he hadn't asked for.But mostly, the image of Sarah's unwavering gaze was seared into his brain. She'd stood before him, shaking neither from his accusations nor breaking beneath the weight of his anger. "The baby is yours, whether you like it or not," she'd said. And deep, deep down, entombed beneath the scorching bittern