“So you were going on a date with her finally?” Damian asked, mockery lacing his voice.“That was what I said,” Ranya replied, turning dismissively toward the mirror.He dressed with careful precision, opting for a casual yet sophisticated beach look. He wore a light blue linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with white tailored shorts. His tan leather sandals completed the effortless, yet refined, look. He ran his hand through his hair, ensuring it looked tousled just right, and checked his wristwatch.He had picked this outfit with Valerie’s help. She was good at everything, and the clothes molded perfectly to his body. He only prayed that Calista would love it.“You know what’s more funny, man?” Damian’s voice came again, this time as if suppressing a laugh. “You were so in love, you had it posted. Man, what did you do to Ranya?”“Are you done?”“Gosh, you must have been having lots of fun. I wish I was there,” Damian complained.“Your call.”“I still can’t belie
Ranya couldn’t breathe for a moment as he laid eyes on Calista. She stood at the entrance of her suite, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns lining the hall. Her beauty took his breath away.Calista was dressed in a flowing pastel-blue sundress that swirled gently around her legs as the evening breeze kissed her skin.The thin straps of the dress left her shoulders bare, accentuating the softness of her collarbones and the delicate curve of her neck. The fabric hugged her waist just enough to showcase her figure without being too revealing, falling gracefully to her legs. She wore her hair loosely, the blackness sharp as it kissed her jawline, catching the light in a way that made it shimmer. Simple yet elegant, a silver anklet twinkled against her bronzed skin, and her bare feet gave her a look as if she belonged to the ocean.Ranya was mesmerized, unable to take his eyes off her. His heart raced at the sight of her, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak. She smiled, a sof
The moment Calista stepped into the coffee shop, a wave of warmth embraced her. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of soft chatter and clinking mugs. As she took in the sight of her bustling café, a blur of excitement came flying toward her.“Oh my goodness!” Lily, her favorite employee, leaped from behind the counter, practically tackling her in a bear hug. “My God, Miss MacQuoid.”Laughing, Calista hugged her back. “Lily, calm down! It hasn’t even been a month.”“It feels like a year! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. The café’s not the same without you. Everyone missed you—well, maybe not as much as me, but still!” Lily gushed, practically bouncing on her feet.Calista grinned, her heart light. It was good to be back, and seeing her café filled with customers—some of whom waved and greeted her—gave her a sense of pride. But her smile widened when she noticed the group of female customers who were practically swooning over someon
"Here, sir." Damian placed the file containing information about Calista on Mr. Lewiston's desk, waiting for his next instruction."Everything about her?" Mr. Lewiston asked, finally raising his head to meet Damian's gaze."Yes, sir," Damian replied. Mr. Lewiston nodded, pulling the file closer and flipping through its pages.As his eyes moved over the details with keen interest, something caught his attention."MacQuoid... I knew that name sounded familiar when she said it." He paused, leaning back in his chair. "I was wondering who her father was and what connection he had with the Sharks to have him abducted." He adjusted his glasses, still focused on the file. "She's James' daughter."Damian remained silent, knowing the man wasn't really speaking to him but thinking aloud."Ranya stood in court against me for her father. Now I see where they met." He let out a dry cough, then closed the file. "The young man that was released—do you have him followed, as I instructed?"Damian nodde
“Lily!”The whispers gently echoed in her head, making her turn swiftly, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.“Lily, come over here… come over here, dear.”“Mum?” Her face knitted in a frown as the figure gradually came to life.“Yes, my dear.”“Mum!”Vivian woke up with a jolt, holding her head tightly as a severe headache hit her hard.“Arrrrgh!”An older lady ran towards her, trying hard to grab her as the pain in her head intensified. The sharp image of the woman in her dream rushed through her, making her fall from the bed to the floor. The woman squatted beside her and cradled Vivian in her arms, patting her gently while blurred images rushed through her head with full force.After a few minutes, she calmed down, panting heavily, her hands still holding her head while tears streamed from her eyes.“Are you alright now?”The sudden voice of the gentle woman brought her back to her senses, and she immediately withdrew from the woman’s embrace.“Calm down, dear. Or
“How long have you been here, Athena?”Caroline wasn’t having it. How was it possible that Anthony could have had a child she had no idea of? And not with just anyone, but her maid—a lowlife who worked and cleaned the very floors she walked on.What irritated her even more was the girl sitting right in front of her, glaring at her as if she had no fear.“You should ask your son that, mother-in-law.” A slight smile crept across Athena’s face, causing Caroline’s stomach to churn in defiance.“Don’t you dare call me that? You will answer my question this minute, or I’ll have you arrested for...”“For what?” Athena’s voice held a resolve she had been trying her best to keep bottled up. “You will do nothing, ma’am. You won’t even touch a hair on my head.”“You’re aware of who I am, right?”“Very much aware, Mrs. Lewiston. You’re the prestigious wife of the President of the United States. How could I not know that?”Whatever gave Athena that kind of guts made Caroline want to tear her apart
“Calista?”Anthony was stunned by her words. She was asking him to leave, and the pain in his heart was undeniable.Still holding Ranya close, Calista shut her eyes briefly, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. “I won’t say this again, Anthony. Leave.”“Because of him?” His defiance was palpable. “You want me to leave because of my brother? Do you think I don’t know what kind of relationship you had with him? Do you think I’m blind?”Ranya disentangled himself from Calista and faced Anthony, but Calista held onto him, not wanting things to escalate into something they would all regret.“One more word, and you’re dead,” Ranya warned, his voice low and dangerous.“Why?” Anthony barked, pushing further. “Are you afraid she doesn’t want her family to know the truth about her past with you?”“Anthony.” Calista’s gaze was cold, filled with a hatred he had never seen from her before. Disappointment lingered in her eyes, and in that moment, he regretted his words, realizing how much
“She wants her gone.”Charlotte’s voice cut through the silence the moment she entered the dimly lit room. Running had always been her instinct, especially after getting too close to Signoral.They had chosen a discreet apartment in a run-down district—bustling enough to blend in, yet quiet enough to stay under the radar.Despite her youthful appearance, Charlotte’s capabilities were far more dangerous than anyone imagined. She was a predator disguised as prey.Ryker—that was the name of the man who had aimed a bullet at Signoral’s associate. He should thank his luck that she decided against killing him. He would’ve been dead the moment they found him in Singapore.She scanned the room. A few men were stationed around the building to ensure Ryker wasn’t followed. Charlotte stood in the corner, arms folded across her chest, her gaze razor-sharp.“Did anyone see you?” she asked, her voice low and firm, eyes locking onto his.Ryker shook his head. “No one.”She didn’t believe him entirely
The hospital buzzed with urgency as medics wheeled Calista into the emergency room. Tubes snaked across her fragile body, her face pale and lifeless. The doctor barked orders to his team, his voice sharp with authority.“She’s in critical condition! We need to stabilize her heart!”Ranya stood frozen in the hallway, his hands trembling as they clutched the edges of his blood-streaked jacket. His throat burned from inhaling smoke, but the agony in his chest far outweighed the physical pain. He paced, his eyes darting to the operating room’s red light. Every second felt like an eternity.When the doctor emerged, his face grim, Ranya rushed toward him, gripping his coat. “Save her!” His voice cracked, raw with desperation. “Do whatever it takes. I’ll pay any amount, give up anything—just save her!”The doctor placed a firm hand on Ranya’s shoulder. “We’ll do our best, but her heart is weak. She’s on life support now. The next 24 hours are critical.”Ranya staggered back, the weight of th
Ranya gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he pushed the car to its limits. The tires screeched on the asphalt, leaving behind faint trails of smoke as the vehicle hurtled through the deserted road.His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, every beat a painful reminder of the urgency that gripped him. The image of Calista’s face - her laughter, her warmth - flashed before him. He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself.“Hold on, Calista. Hold on for me,” he whispered, his voice a mix of desperation and determination.Lynn’s voice crackled in his earpiece, updating him on the location. “Boss, the building is fully engulfed. Be careful.”“Careful?” Ranya barked back. “She’s in there, Lynn! Do you understand what that means?”Lynn’s silence was answer enough. Ranya’s foot pressed harder on the gas pedal as he weaved through traffic. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Was she alive? Was she trapped, crying out for him? The thought of her s
The whole crowd stirred the moment the old man spoke up, his voice reverberating through the grand hall. Chairman Hamilton, with trembling hands, pointed toward Signoral, his face etched with desperation. “Tell me now!” he rasped, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “What did you do to my Allen?”Allen had always come to him in dreams, begging him to remember. Yet he would wake up to find his mind a blank slate—unable to recall anything.The guests murmured among themselves; the atmosphere turning electric. Whispers of confusion, disbelief, and anticipation rippled through the sea of faces.Signoral’s face turned pale, but she forced herself to remain composed. Clutching Ranya’s arm, her nails dug into his skin as she hissed under her breath, “Ignore him. Let’s finish this wedding. Now.”Ranya shoved her hands away and turned to her with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Afraid to lose, Signoral?” he asked mockingly, his lips twitching as he pressed a small button on his earpiece. “Ly
The wedding took place in the sprawling outdoors of a luxurious estate in Texas. Guests from across the globe - politicians, business moguls, and celebrities - graced the event. Despite the short notice, the wedding was a spectacle of grandeur. Ornate decorations, pristine floral arrangements, and the soft hum of a live orchestra created an enchanting ambiance. Ranya stood at the altar, his tailored suit exuding elegance, but beneath the surface, a storm of emotions churned. Worry for Calista tightened his chest with every passing moment. He fought to maintain his stoic facade, yet memories of his promises, and the potential consequences of this union—haunted him. Thoughts of Calista filled his mind: her smile, her trust, and the despair she must have felt. His hands, clasped tightly in front of him, trembled imperceptibly, a stark contrast to the composed image he projected. With every glance toward the arriving guests, the whispers of his conscience grew louder, questioning h
Signoral stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection a striking vision of elegance. Her white gown, meticulously crafted with intricate lace and shimmering beads, hugged her figure as though it had been made for her alone. Penelope and a small team of stylists hovered around her, making final adjustments to her veil and train. The air felt stiff, not just from the preparations, but from Signoral's brewing thoughts. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong. But she had made Penelope check over and over for any sign of leakage whatsoever. Charlotte, too, had seemed to be in good health, but she hadn't wanted to take any chances. That was why she had wired a lot of money to her, with stern warnings that she had to disappear for good this time. Her phone buzzed on the vanity table, drawing her attention. She picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped to answer. Charlotte's voice came through, sharp and accusatory. Talk of the devil. "Signoral," Charlott
The following morning, preparations for the wedding were in full swing. All of America buzzed with shock at the whirlwind announcement of Ranya and Signoral's wedding. Speculations ran wild, and everyone had an opinion about the sudden turn of events. Some believed Ranya was erratic, incapable of making rational decisions. Others celebrated, claiming that Signoral had finally secured her rightful place by his side. Meanwhile, a considerable number expressed disappointment, having grown fond of Calista and rooting for her relationship with Ranya. The media frenzy was unparalleled. Paparazzi and journalists flocked to both the Lewiston Estate and Signoral's residence, hoping for an exclusive statement from either of them. As expected, Signoral basked in the attention, offering vague yet tantalizing comments to reporters. Ranya, however, maintained a strict low profile, refusing to entertain any questions. Five hours before the open-air wedding—the most talked about in America—the
Washington, D.C."Did you do as I instructed?" Mr. Lewiston's voice emerged quietly, his hands working diligently on his laptop as he screened through the files the caller had sent him. "Yes, sir," came the composed reply of a woman from the other end of the call. "I sent you every single detail, including the supplements injected into his system. I had one of my men verify the data—it’s accurate." "And the real heiress?" Mr. Lewiston asked, his tone dropping lower. There was a brief pause before she responded. "She was spotted in China, sir, with your sister," she said, hesitating slightly. "But the authorities were already looking for her. I was about to make provisions to get her out, but they're out already... Mr. Windsor used his jet to take them out. They're on their way to Texas as we speak." "Good work, Rena," he said, leaning back in his chair as he moved his fingers away from the keyboard. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk while he processed the inform
Calista sat in the dimly lit room, her arms wrapped around the chair as the evening deepened into night. Anthony sat across from her, his expression torn between guilt and frustration as they both stared at nothing in silence. Signoral's guards loomed near the door, their presence a constant reminder of her captivity. Calista glanced at Anthony, her annoyance simmering beneath the surface. "Why?" she asked, her voice low and angry. Anthony raised his head and turned to her. Bruises marred his body from the beating. "Why what?" Calista turned away, her chest tightening. She couldn't shake her growing resentment toward Ranya. He hadn't even tried to reach out or threaten Signoral on her behalf. Did he even care if she was okay? He had told her the night before that he couldn’t breathe if she wasn’t near… but he sounded like someone who had enough oxygen to last him forever, even without her by his side. Her mind drifted to Signoral’s earlier words after she had ended Ranya’s
“The wedding wouldn't be held in Washington as I promised. We will have it here." Ranya ended the call with Signoral, his jaw tightening as the anger he had bottled up turned into weariness. The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes on him. Damian, Valerie, Lena, and Lynn exchanged wary glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and disbelief. "You didn't ask if she was doing okay…" Mr. MacQuoid's voice broke the silence. He couldn't help himself. His daughter was being held captive by someone who used to be her best friend. Ranya glanced at Mr. MacQuoid, knowing the man felt guilty and was beating himself up over Calista's kidnapping. Perhaps if he hadn't called her to talk about leaving Ranya, things wouldn't have escalated the way they had. "No," Ranya replied curtly, shoving the anger and worry aside. "Hearing her voice will only make me do nasty things I'd definitely regret." And that was the truth. He wouldn't be able to bear it if her voice betrayed any uneasin