CoincidenceHarry’s POV“I bet you've reached your last end,” he snapped angrily, scanning me from head to toe.“And what do you mean by that statement? Do you think I'm afraid of you? And to remind you, I'm not the least bit afraid of you. Instead, you should be!” I bellowed, giving him a piercing gaze, my brows furrowing.He smirked, then a frown creased his forehead. “I've always told you, you're a loser and will remain so.” He moved closer, and I closed the space between us, left in an intense gaze. Our hearts were pounding. I could feel and hear the sound of his heartbeat. It was loud, and so was mine. How could he? How did he have the nerve to stop me in my tracks? I whimpered in my heart.Still locked in an intense gaze, my eyes darkened, spine straight, and shoulders tensed.We stood in the same position for heaven knows how long before he gulped and scoffed sarcastically.“When I said you've reached your last end, I meant every single word,” he stated, his words bold and insc
Stucked?Jack's POVEver since the day I was with Emma at the hotel, I haven't gotten the chance to communicate with Celine. She practically severed ties with me, and it hurts so much because I wasn't done with her. But that aside, it's still in process. I later learned that she now works at Williams Corporation, a company owned by my mafia boss—the same one on my list of eliminations. It struck me so hard how she always finds her way wrapped around my rivals, as if she were prey to me as well.I knew Harry wasn't aware of this either, which made it a big strategy to bring him down."Boss, the mission was hijacked," he paused, his words stuttering. My eyes widened in disbelief, and my heart momentarily halted when I caught sight of him, dripping with blood stains on his sports polo. "Some armed guys attacked us, and we lost two of our men. The rest of the gang and I narrowly escaped." He finished his statement and collapsed to the ground. I was grounded in my heart, and I could feel i
PAINS Celine's POVIt's been a few weeks since I uncovered the true identity of my dad, and ever since then, it's been almost impossible to meet with him one-on-one. The day of the meeting, when I realized who he was, I quickly ran back to the elevator, but it was already too late. Even if I had reached him, his bodyguards would have made sure I couldn’t approach him.I’ve been left with no clues or options on how to speak with him directly. Remembering my mother's warning only made things more difficult. How could I secure an appointment with such a powerful man if I don't explain the reason for it, not to mention disclosing where he stays, which was out of the question?I knew my chances of speaking with the boss would be slim if I tried to follow him home which was just impossible. I imagined how large his estate would be, with countless guards, which would only make it a futile effort and may expose me to danger . These thoughts had clouded my mind for the past few weeks, making
Where am i?The scent of disinfectant, the rattling sounds of movement, and the bright light made my head throb as I slowly opened my eyes in pain. I could still feel the ache in my abdomen. I remembered calling out to Evelyn in the room, but after that, I had no idea what happened.I sensed the tension in the room as my eyes fully opened."Thank goodness, you're awake," a voice surged from behind, and I gradually turned my gaze to see the doctor and nurses staring at me.I searched for Evelyn, but she was nowhere in sight, leaving me to wonder where she was and why I was alone."Doctor, where is my friend, the one who brought me here?" I inquired, my tone weak and voice strained."She's out in the waiting room. Visitors aren't allowed in here," he replied."Visitors aren't allowed in here?" Those words echoed in my mind as I wondered why and where I was."Why isn't she allowed here?" I asked."Madam, calm down. This isn't the time for that. You need all the strength you can gather to
GuiltThe moment I realized what I had just done, guilt washed over me, and I felt sorry for myself. My mom wouldn’t be pleased wherever she is, but none of that was relevant. I had to do what I had to do, to ease the burden on my heart, even though I hadn’t even realized when I let it all out.I turned my gaze to Evelyn, whose eyes were widened in disbelief, her lips parted as though she was gasping. I bit the inner layer of my lips, sensing how betrayed she felt for hiding such a delicate issue from her. Was I to blame? No, matters like this were just too complicated.I let out a sigh, took a deep breath, shrugged my shoulders, and straightened my spine."That was what I was about to tell you the other day," I expressed, my tone a mix of pain and guilt.A moment of silence filled the room, then little Henry’s voice broke it.“Ahh, he's finally awake.” I reached forward to pick him up, placing him across my lap and giggling at his tiny little face.“He's hungry, get his food,” I turn
Denied hope"What's that look for?" her voice surged with a sting of sarcasm when she noticed my intense stare of uncertainty."Who was that on the call?" I inquired, my tone unreadable."Oh, that?" She reached for her phone, unlocked it, and handed it over to me. "Take a look for yourself."I shrugged with little hesitation but took the phone from her hands to satisfy my curiosity and odd feelings."Becky?" I snapped."Yes, Becky," she blurted, giving me a staggering look that sent a shiver down my spine. The HR at Williams Corporation—what was she up to? I wondered, giving Evelyn that look that silently demanded an explanation."Well, if it may interest you, Becky's brother is Sir Williams' PA," she paused, as though expecting a wow from me, which only earned a disapproving stare as I anticipated the full story and pondered how the events would unfold."Okay?""Aren't you seeing the connection?" she teased. I was still numb as to where everything was heading. I couldn't yet comprehe
No resemblanceHarry's POVMy heart was full of delight when my gaze was fixed on him. He was growing rapidly every day, and I bet he took after me. His curly blonde hair was a replica of his mother's, the shining grey eyes were unmatched by mine, and his cute cheeks blushed whenever he smiled.He had all the features of my father, as my mum complimented the moment we entered the mansion, not even giving a watchful gaze at me.“Derick, dear,” she lowered herself to maintain the same eye contact as his, opening her arms, and Derick hopped into them in an embrace.“Nice to meet you, Grandma,” he greeted with a grin on his face, his dimples visibly making their way.“Oh dear, what an adorable child,” Mum leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead, smiles plastered all over her face, and her heart merry.I loved seeing her happy and would do anything within my power to always keep that smile on her face. Being the only parent I had growing up, she had always gone out of her way to
BeneathHe was truly right. “If he looks like my dad, then he should look like me, or is there something Mum was hiding from me?” I thought to myself. As frustration built, I narrowed my eyes at my mum.“Mum, do I really look like Father?” I asked, my gaze fixed on her. She seemed a little uncomfortable with my question and turned her gaze to Derick.“Derick, take your chips upstairs,” she said, and with that, he left, leaving the three of us alone.“Son, why ask such questions?” she said, her gaze fixed on mine and a frown creasing her forehead.“Don't you have his pictures? You can confirm your doubts with them,” she replied, raising my brows.I felt a little uneasy. “Sorry, Mum,” I apologized, but my mind was still clouded with uncertainty. “But if Derick truly looks like Dad, then he should also resemble me,” I said, prompting an immediate gasp from Lily, who almost choked.“Darling, are you alright?” I leaned towards her. She nodded, picking up the glass of water and gulping it d