EscapeI quickly turned on the engine of my car, fury settling in as I drove away from the company without sparing a glance at Levi, who was calling out with concern. All that mattered was confronting that scumbag, Harry. I’d already called the police to have him arrested, but I needed to vent my anger, to lash out every bit of frustration that had settled deep within me. The pain of such a shocking revelation shredded my heart as I struck the steering wheel over and over again.I knew I had little experience driving and that it was dangerous to do so in such an emotionally drained state. Yet, the more I tried to compose myself and focus, the more frustrated I became. It hurt deeply that this same Harry, who had recently tried to worm his way back into my son’s life—the same man who had made my life a living hell—was actually the one responsible for my father’s death. How cruel, heartless, and inconsiderate could he be?In the depths of my shattered heart, I knew Harry felt nothing fo
A kiss with the pastHarry's POVMy heart was a mix of uncertainty and confusion as she continued hurling insults at me. For once, I couldn't understand why she was calling me a murderer. Was it something from my past she was referring to? As far as I knew, I had long since stopped those activities and had no desire to return to that life of uncertainty and atrocities."How? Why are you calling me names?" I managed to ask, my expression masked in confusion."How dare you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, you pathetic excuse of a man?" she snapped, her venomous voice echoing across the room.I huffed, "I stopped being the bad guy you used to know a long time ago. Can you please tell me why you still choose to treat me with such hatred for the wrongs I did to you?" I asserted, my heart already sinking, the joy and excitement dissipating.She rolled her eyes at me disapprovingly. "What am I even doing here, talking with such scum? The police will do their job," she snapped,
DreadJack's POV"Don’t tell me that! You know how much effort we put into this, and it just got ruined?" I snapped, my brows furrowing in frustration. "It was a simple task: crash her in that vehicle, escape to the other street, and switch cars to cover your tracks. That way, no one would know who orchestrated the accident. Simple. And you just messed up the whole plan." I slammed my hands against the bar, my voice laced with anger, frustration settling in my heart."Boss, we’re sorry, but the way everything went down was just… unexplainable. You know how professional we are in this game, but this was different. It all happened in a blink, like we saw another obstruction just as her car stopped and the truck veered off to the opposite street. I still can’t process how it all happened," he tried to explain, but my patience was already razor-thin."Spare me the excuses," I snapped, slamming my hand hard on the armrest. He jumped, his legs trembling as I closed the space between us in t
Wavering truth Celine's POVMy heart melted as I stood in disbelief, watching Henry pleading on his behalf, pulling him over to play alongside him. I loved seeing my son happy and would do anything to make sure that joy wasn't taken away from him, but not when it came to Harry. It was so aggravating to remember what he had done and to think I nearly lost my life because of how I felt about him; it was just too much to add.I felt the urge to reveal the extent of the damage this man sitting next to him, the one who called himself his dad, had caused. But then I restrained myself, my mouth agape. He was just heartless, sitting next to Henry after eliminating his granddad in cold blood. It would have been a privilege for Williams to have lived a little longer, to know I existed, and to see the face of his grandson. But all of that was dashed to pieces because of Harry—the dreaded mafia leader, as Leonard had confessed.I remembered shouting at the top of my voice, “Ahh! Is that true? Th
PartnershipHarry's POVStunned by her expression after the call, which looked as if someone had orchestrated an accident, my thoughts drifted to countless clues surrounding the incident. Without minced words, I knew it was Jack's handiwork, but what wasn't certain was why she had escaped the incident and why she didn’t disclose it to anyone upon her arrival. I remained seated, allowing Henry to approach her when he asked.Her mood seemed much calmer when her son walked up to her and inquired about the accident, to which she simply said she was fine. I stayed still, my thoughts wandering to a particular scenario that I couldn’t piece together yet. Someone had told her about William's death, and then she came home alone, angry and ranting. That alone explained why she had driven by herself in such a distressed state, ultimately leading her into the trap. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me Jack was involved in all of this. After all, he was the one who had a rivalry with Celine. But
Make me yoursCeline's POVI knew he would think I let him into the plan because I had feelings for him—no, never. That was exactly why I had to clear the air and set him straight about whatever plans he might have.Alloy had suggested this and I kept convincing myself that this was for the game plan, and nothing more.My thoughts drifted to the text message I had received just minutes ago, and I knew it was from none other than Leonardo. He had told me that Harry was the killer. But why would he lie if the real killer wasn’t Harry, especially if his men had arrived just minutes later, as the text described? Something wasn’t right, and someone was behind it. Could it be Jack? I knew he had been planning his own mission in secret. What was the connection in all this? I marveled.My thoughts were conflicted, but I was determined to unravel every bit of information I needed. The throbbing in my head intensified, ringing in my ears like thousands of drumsticks. My hands clutched my head t
ScandalsThe blaring sound of the alarm clock kept ringing, and for a moment, I felt like turning it off, slamming my hands onto the pillow, and covering my ears in frustration. But I couldn’t suppress the longing to stay back in bed as I drifted off from sleep, reluctantly pulling myself up to sit on the edge of the bed.I couldn’t believe it was morning already. The throbbing sensation I’d felt the previous day seemed slightly eased. Hanging my head in my hands, I yawned, about to climb out of bed and head to the washroom, when a notification popped up on my phone. I reached for it, hesitating, but dropped it back onto the bed, rubbing my eyes and still feeling a bit of reluctance.Storming into the washroom to refresh, the cool water from the shower sent a chill down my spine, slightly relieving the nausea and the slight throbbing in my head. After I finished, I quickly sauntered out and dressed for the day. It was going to be hectic at work, and I believed Harry should be up and l
His best sideThe media was outside, and stepping out in such a state would only reinforce everyone’s belief that these scandals were true. It hurt to be in this position, where I had no idea how to make things right. My years of hard work and dedication couldn’t just go down the drain like this."Dear, your temperature is high," he says, sitting next to me, feeling my forehead with his palm, but my body stiffens."Are you still thinking?" he asks."How did it go?" I manage to ask instead once I can compose myself."All fine," he announces, his face slightly contorted in a frown."What's wrong?" I ask."Nothing, just a little heartbroken that all this is happening to you. The fact that I'm still here in your house is, at least, an advantage." He reaches for the glass of water on the table. "Now take a little sip; it will help calm your heart.""No," I declare, but his gentle persistence wins, and I give in, leaning forward to take a small sip, hoping for a tiny shimmer of hope at the
A Blissful ForeverHarry's POVWe drove out of the mansion toward the most renowned resort in the city. My heart surged with joy and gratitude for the journey and the battles fought to reach this glorious moment of peace with Celine and my son, Henry.It was a dream come true. Deep down, I vowed never to let this opportunity slip away. This was the moment I had always envisioned, and now that it was manifesting, I was more than ready to cherish it. I resolved to make amends for all my past mistakes, creating and nurturing beautiful, lasting memories, even amidst any struggles that might come our way.“Dad, can we stop at Moore’s? I want to get my favorite candy,” Henry said, pointing toward the store on the left side of the street.“Alright, anything for you, son,” I replied, and he grinned, biting his hand playfully.“Thank you, Dad!” he cheered. I smiled and turned the car toward Moore’s parking lot.Soon, we were back in the car, Henry happily clutching his bag of candies and snack
The expectedA grin spread across his face as he held my hands, planting a loving kiss on them before crouching low on his knees. My heart soared once more, and this time, I was determined to give this tireless man a "yes" for his relentless efforts to win me over.“Please, my lady, will you be mine again?” he asked, his hands dipping into his pant pockets to retrieve the ring. To my amazement, his gaze remained fixed on mine.“Please, girl, forgive him and accept him back; for my sake and Henry's,” Evelyn's voice surged from behind almost immediately, and I winced.“Yes, he deserves one more chance,” Aaron added.I stayed still, determined in my thoughts, my face adorned with a grin. Finally, I whimpered,“Yes, I’ll give you another chance, to be yours again.”With a relieved smile, he hastily slid the ring onto my finger and rose to his feet.“Thank you. I promise I’ll never hurt you again,” he said, his eyes widening with sincerity.“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling sligh
Sorrowful momentWithout hesitation, I tapped to receive the call, my head lowered and my heart racing. By now, the applause had stopped, but Harry still remained kneeling with the ring in his hands, his face showing a mix of disappointment and uncertainty.“Hel…” I started, but his voice cut me off almost immediately.“Please, you need to come. The report is bad, and Evelyn needs you,” he asserted, and my heart sank.“Okay, I’ll be right there,” I responded. The call ended almost immediately from his end. I hurriedly lowered the phone from my ear, casting a sorry gaze at Harry.“Please, I need to leave. It’s about Evelyn,” I announced. Without glancing around at the murmurs that arose once more, I hastily addressed the team, then stormed to the car and drove off almost immediately to the hospital.Once at the hospital, I hurriedly made my way through the lobby and down the hallway leading to the maternity section. I knew she would be there. As I had suspected, I spotted Aaron speakin
Two Weeks LaterCeline’s POVA lone tear dropped from my eye as I walked along the aisle toward the pavilion. My heart couldn’t stop wondering how I got here; a pathway filled with endless struggles and challenges. A path where evil loomed, but amidst the overwhelming obstacles and chaos, I succeeded, alongside the great team that stood firm with me. It felt like a dry bone coming back to life.The roaring applause of the crowd and the overwhelming feeling of having everything under control struck me with a sense of fulfillment—the kind that comes when one keeps a promise. That, I had lived to remember for seven years, ever since Dad was buried."I wish I could see him again and tell him everything is now fine and under control," I whispered in my heart, never stopping to wander through the familiar thoughts crowding my mind.The media buzzed around the hall, fixing and focusing their cameras on me. The grin on my face widened as a surge of joy erupted through me. As I climbed the pa
Rising Tension"Why can't I go inside?""That's the instruction, sir. I'm so sorry if it doesn't sit well with you, but please, you can't go in," he explained."I see. Is your madam at home?""Not really. She stepped out a few minutes ago. I thought you might have driven past her on your way here.""Not at all," I replied, feeling a pang of devastation. My eyes fell on the drink I held in my hands, and all the carefully rehearsed words I had practiced in the car suddenly felt meaningless."Can I leave this for her?""Not at all, sir. I think you should give it to her yourself; it would be much better," he replied. I sighed and turned to leave, my feet dragging sluggishly against the ground.Just then, a voice called out from behind."What are you doing here? I thought I told you last time not to come near us! Why are you still bent on bringing us more trouble?"I turned to meet his angry gaze. His words were far too harsh for a child his age, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that
Bad OccurrenceHarry's POVIt's been a heck of an experience for me. The shock and the stigma felt increasingly heavy, almost suffocating the life out of me. I still felt as though the chains of the forbidden were caging me, weighing me down like an unbearable burden.“Boss, you need to do something before everything escalates beyond what we can handle,” Louis, who had come over, suggested with a concerned expression.I sat still, lost in thought, struggling to figure out what to do. It was fortunate that the news hadn’t picked up on this yet, but I needed Celine's help to navigate through this mess before it did. Otherwise, it would tarnish the company’s reputation irreparably. This disaster, which I had been grappling with for the past twenty-four hours, left me filled with regret. I doubted it would ever leave my mind; not now, not ever. Mom’s face still appeared before me repeatedly. The moments when she smiled, the happy times we shared; all of them taunted my heart relentlessly.
The Unforseen I held her hands in pain as the other corps members rushed toward us. My gaze became blurry from the tears that clouded my eyes.“Ma'am, step aside,” the officer instructed, but I remained unmoved. I couldn't let go of her hands. Watching her lying motionless pricked a deep part of my heart, and I didn’t even notice if the guy was caught or not. Everything else felt irrelevant at that moment.He leaned in, turning her over slowly and placing his ear on her chest.“I think she’s still alive,” he muttered, and a sudden wave of relief washed over me.Soon, she was wheeled into the ambulance, and I followed suit. Once at the hospital, she was rushed into the emergency room while I waited impatiently in the waiting area, praying earnestly that nothing would happen to her.I stood there, lost in my thoughts of grief and anguish, when a hand rested on my shoulder, jolting me almost immediately. I turned to find Alloy standing close by.“Ma'am, I think you should calm down. She
Moment of AgonyOnce freed, I ran as fast as I could while they pursued me. I knew the risk was higher now, but it was the least of my concerns at that moment. My heartbeat raced as I stumbled upon a door. Hurriedly, I opened it, only to find myself at the back of the suite where the cops were stationed. Just as one of the men chasing me fired a shot, the bullet struck the doorframe, creating a sharp cracking sound as I scrambled to the other side.“Drop your weapons!” the police announced. Oblivious to the ambush, the men chasing me ran straight into police custody. I heaved a sigh of relief, clutching my chest in an attempt to ease the tension building within me.“Damn, that was a freaky risk,” I muttered under my breath. I had no idea I could run as fast or as boldly as I just had. Once settled, I glanced around, only to realize something was amiss. I distinctly remembered hearing the leader give orders as I fled. He had been following me, but now he was nowhere to be seen. Somethi
A Turn for The WorstMy heart raced drastically as I lifted my head to meet his gaze. Did he already sense that I had my eyes fixed on the dark-haired guy, apparently the leader who had just walked in? I thought to myself, but then the realization hit me hard: What if he’s part of the gang? I mean, judging from his appearance.I felt my stomach churn as I finally mustered the courage to reply.“What are you doing here?” I inquired, trying to mask my unease, which was clearly written on my features.He smirked. “Looking out for you,” he replied. I felt a little relieved and then a surge of anger.“Why can't you mind your business?” I asserted.“I can't mind my business while you’re still sitting here. Besides, I kept wondering why your supposed partner is taking so long to appear. Or were you just playing a fast one on me?” he questioned, smiling sheepishly.I tried so hard to hold back my anger, which was seething beneath the surface. It was glaringly obvious that he wasn’t part of th