Calista was abruptly awakened by the irritating sound of her phone, pulling her out of a peaceful slumber. She groaned as she fumbled for the device, quickly silencing it with a press of the side button. Letting out a satisfied sigh, she closed her eyes, hoping to return to the blissful embrace of sleep.But the phone rang again, its insistent buzz cutting through the lingering haze of sleep. Calista squinted at the bright screen, the early morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the spacious room. It took her a moment to remember where she was.The room was unfamiliar, and for a few seconds, she felt disoriented. She finally answered the call, barely registering who it was as she brought the phone to her ear.“Get yourself back to California!” her sister Willia’s voice blasted through the speaker, causing Calista to jerk the phone away from her ear.“What’s going on?” she asked, confused by the urgency in Willia’s usually calm voice. She had intended
They took her father.Those words echoed relentlessly in her mind as she struggled to get ready, her hands trembling as she fought to tame her hair into a messy ponytail. She was still in her pajamas, not even close to being properly dressed, but that didn’t matter. They had her father.She thought it was over. It should have been.Ranya watched her with concern, sensing the turmoil boiling beneath her frantic movements.“Where are you going?” he asked gently, careful not to provoke her, but his question only irritated her more.She shot him a withering glare. “You’re not seriously asking me that, are you?”“Cal…”“You’re the reason all of this is happening! You’re the thorn in my flesh, a past I want to erase!" Her voice was sharp, laced with the sting of unresolved pain.If only Ranya had not pursued her, had not shown any interest. She couldn’t help but think this was his father’s doing.“Calista,” he said softly, his tone full of warmth. The tenderness in his voice caught her off
“You posted that video! Why would you do that to your friend?” Anthony yelled, his anger evident in every word. He had just seen the video spreading like wildfire. It wasn’t a regular recording but footage taken without consent—inside the White House, no less. And he knew only Signoral had the power to pull something like that off.Signoral let out a dry laugh, leaning back in the chair on the balcony.Calista must really be a superhero to have two great guys blindly taking her side, Signoral thought. She didn’t care if one of those guys was Anthony; she couldn’t stand watching Ranya bowing at Calista’s feet.Ranya had left her, despite knowing what was at stake. Signoral had only asked for a contract, so she wouldn’t come off as too pushy, but Calista had gone above and beyond, taking Ranya away from her once again.She was never really Calista’s friend. She had stayed close for a reason—to ensure her father had truly dropped his research. If she found out he was still digging, she w
“You really don’t have to be here,” Calista mumbled to Ranya, who sat across from her in the suite. Despite her distress, she felt a comforting warmth from his protective presence.“And yet, here I am,” Ranya replied calmly. “We can’t exactly turn around and fly back just to drop me off.”Calista averted her gaze, trying to piece together who could be behind the current situation. “You can fly back once I get to California. I’m sure the jet can make another trip.”Ranya noticed her sadness and knew it was related to him. While they were heading to the aircraft, he had asked Linn to look into the issue. Someone was causing trouble again, and it could be either his father or Signoral.“Do you think your father could be responsible for this?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “He’s the only one who knew about the sharks. Maybe this is his way of telling you to let me go.”“What makes you think it’s him?” Ranya asked, giving her a long, thoughtful look before finally gazing out of the windo
“I’m extremely sorry, Chairman Hamilton,” Mr. Lewiston pleaded, watching the situation spiral out of control just minutes before the swearing-in ceremony.He had been informed that Ranya had left with Calista. Her name sounded familiar, but her face didn’t strike him as someone he knew—perhaps it was the MacQuoid in her name that rang a bell.Chairman Hamilton had been planning to distance himself from Lewiston until Ranya did the right thing. It was unbearable that Ranya had disrespected him and his granddaughter like this.“I’m sorry too, Ethan. Your son made it very clear that the engagement is off. What do you expect me to do? You know I could do more harm than good to you right now,” the older man said, struggling to keep his composure.Chairman Hamilton could indeed cause a lot of damage, regardless of Lewiston’s current position. The wedding between the two families carried more significance than just tradition and responsibility.He knew it wouldn’t take long before the compan
Four Years Ago“Young Mr. Lewiston,” Athena called, her hands trembling as she approached Anthony, who sat with his legs crossed, exuding an air of detachment. Dread and fear overwhelmed her.Her mother, Lauren, was the head cook at the Lewiston Estate. As the only child of a divorced mother, Athena had no choice but to work alongside her, serving the Lewiston family.It hadn’t been easy. The youngest Lewiston son, Anthony, had taken a lustful interest in her. Despite her attempts to resist, she had fallen into his trap.Anthony glanced at her, his lips twitching in displeasure at the interruption. He didn’t appreciate anyone intruding on his space, especially when he was alone.“What is it, Athena?” he asked quietly, returning his gaze to his phone.Felix had just sent him several pictures of girls. He was planning a yacht party for his twenty-second birthday, and the girls were exactly what he wanted.“I’m sorry, I...” Athena stammered.He furrowed his brow. “Is that why you’re here
“Cal!” Willia called out, rushing toward Calista the moment she spotted her. Calista quickened her steps, meeting her sister halfway and clasping Willia’s trembling hands.“Tell me everything, Willia. Where did they take Father?” Calista’s voice wavered as the tears she’d been holding back during her journey back to California finally spilled over. Seeing her sister so distraught shattered what little composure she had left.“I have no idea, Cal.” Willia’s voice shook as she struggled to hold back her own tears. Her hair was disheveled, a clear sign she had fought hard before they managed to take their father. “Dad was beaten and mishandled. I thought we paid them off already.”Calista’s heart clenched at the revelation. Her father had been harmed. If this situation unraveled, she knew she would never forgive those responsible—not even Signoral.“They didn’t touch you, did they?” Calista asked, her eyes scanning her sister.“No,” Willia replied, gripping her sister’s hands tightly as
“Call,” Ranya ordered, leaning back in his chair as Valerie dialed the number. She handed the phone to him, but he gestured for her to keep it.As the phone rang, tension thickened the air. Ranya quickly texted Linn:‘Calling my father now. Block every location access. He must not know where I am.’Linn responded almost immediately:‘On it, sir.’The call went unanswered after several rings. Calista sighed, her anxiety palpable.“I had a feeling he wouldn’t pick up,” she said, frustration edging her voice.“He’s probably busy. Maybe now isn’t the right time,” Valerie suggested.“If he’s involved, he won’t deny it,” Willia chimed in. Mrs. MacQuoid quietly excused herself to the kitchen, returning with a tray of fruit juice.Calista couldn’t help but admire her mother’s hospitality, even under stress.“Thank you, Mrs. MacQuoid,” Ranya whispered as she handed cups to him and Valerie.Mrs. MacQuoid nodded and retreated upstairs, leaving them alone.“You’re really smart,” Ranya complimente
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