"Hey..." Adrienne said to Lucy with concern evident in her voice. Lucy was in the guest room, looking pale and disoriented from just waking up. The IV drip connected to her veins was still attached and she was struggling to sit up when she heard Adrienne's voice. "Hi..." Lucy replied, her voice filled with exhaustion and a hint of frustration. "Look who wanted to practice celibacy with me," Adrienne teased, attempting to lighten the mood. Lucy let out a soft giggle, momentarily forgetting her discomfort. "What do you mean?" Lucy asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity. Adrienne took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to break the news to Lucy. "Congratulations. Doctor Andy confirmed it - you're pregnant," Adrienne revealed, her voice filled with an odd mix of excitement and sadness. Lucy's heart swelled with joy, disbelief coloring her expression. "Really? For real? I'm going to be a mother again?" Lucy exclaimed, a mix of emotions causing tears to well up in her eyes.
"Gay? What do you mean? Why should I be gay? Do I look gay?" he asked defensively. Adrienne's eyes narrowed, indicating toward his zipper. Confused, he glanced down. "What? My zipper isn't open," he replied. Adrienne sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, that's not what I meant. Look, there's nothing there," she clarified. Still puzzled, he questioned, "I don't get it." "You're flirting with me, which is unusual for you, and I can't even feel any excitement down there," Adrienne explained. "Excitement?" "Yes. Even with our waists pressed together, there's no physical response. It's making me suspicious," she continued, the detective in her starting to suspect something was off. Daniel shook his head in frustration. "Come on, Adrienne. What does that have to do with anything?" "Well, it's just that if you were genuinely interested, you'd have some kind of physical reaction, like an erection. It would show me you're not just teasing me," Adrienne reasoned. Daniel scoffed, annoyed
People flocked to Juliette's side, their worry and concern evident on their faces, as she lay on the ground, seriously injured. The driver of the car hastily emerged, rushing towards her with a mix of panic and guilt in his eyes. "Someone, please call for an ambulance!" he urgently pleaded, desperation lacing his voice. Just then, two sleek black cars swiftly pulled up at the chaotic scene, drawing everyone's attention. Without wasting a moment, a man gently scooped Juliette into his arms, carefully placing her inside one of the waiting vehicles. Simultaneously, two other injured individuals were tenderly carried into the second black car. "Hold on a minute! You can't just take them like that," a woman protested, her voice filled with disbelief and concern. The man who had carried Juliette shot her a piercing gaze, his smirk dripping with arrogance. "Should I let them suffer on the cold ground while you simply stand here crying and waiting for an ambulance?" he retorted, his word
"I shouldn't be seen in a place like this," Doctor Brad remarked, deftly packing medical equipment into a sleek black briefcase. "For the exorbitant amount I pay you, I expect prompt answers whenever I call," Michael asserted, his tone dripping with entitlement. Doctor Brad's expression soured, his disappointment evident. "Juliette's condition has been temporarily stabilized, but she desperately requires immediate medical attention at a hospital for further assessment," Doctor Brad informed him. "It appears to be a case of Traumatic Brain Injury, requiring urgent care." "Traumatic Brain Injury? Who cares about that?" Michael dismissed nonchalantly, displaying an unsettling lack of concern. Shaking his head in dismay, Doctor Brad struggled to comprehend Michael's callousness. "Well, I suppose I appreciate your service regardless," Michael attempted to salvage the situation with a half-hearted gratitude. Ignoring the insincere thanks, Doctor Brad simply turned and walked out. Mi
"His competitor? Daniel?" Renee asked, looking confused. "Ask him. He probably knows," Annabelle replied and folded her hands. "She isn't referring to Daniel. And what's with this Linc person? Or whatever you called him?" Ryan questioned Anna with a puzzled expression. "Your dad brought him to town. He's here," Anna responded, smirking triumphantly. "And so...?" "And so, he's coming here," Annabelle clarified. "Again, I ask... so?" Ryan retorted, still not understanding the significance. "You seriously don't see the bigger picture, do you?" Annabelle said, growing irritated by his nonchalant attitude. "What exactly is this about then?" Ryan inquired. "He's coming for your place in the family, in the Haven group, and for your heir position. And you're just acting so nonchalant about it?" Annabelle explained, her frustration evident. "Wait, who is this Linc person and why are they after Ryan's position?" Renee interjected, seeking clarification. "I couldn't care less about wha
"What?" Michael's voice quivered. "That's right," Richard proclaimed, a twisted grin plastered across his face. "I am going to watch her kill you. We are going to revel in the satisfaction of witnessing the last breath leave your body." "Why? Why would you want me dead? I haven't done anything wrong," his eyes were filled with feigned innocence. Richard's expression darkened, his gaze burning holes into Michael's soul. "Oh, really? Well you'll find out soon enough," he cryptically responded. "It's time for you to accept the fact that she's lost. There's no way she'll ever remember what happened that day..." "Deep down in your heart, you know that's not true," Richard said, his voice trembling with certainty. "She's dating your son, she's friends with your daughter. Evelyn cares for Adrienne, and so does Brian. Despite your pretense and indifference, you're terrified because you know she's on the brink of recalling everything. She's inching closer to regaining her lost memory
Richard entered his house and was taken aback by the dazzling brightness that filled the space. Normally cloaked in a dim, moody ambiance, today the windows and curtains were wide open, and the chandelier emitted a magnificent glow. The transformation left Richard feeling as if he had entered a completely different and airy world. "What on earth happened here? Did a spotlight convention just wrap up in my living room?" he questioned aloud. Just then, Juliette emerged from the kitchen, being assisted by a maid pushing her on a wheelchair. "Oh, you're awake already? I expected you to be out for at least three days. I guess you are pretty strong after all," Richard said, astonishment evident in his voice. Juliette smiled warmly. "Do you like the lighting? It felt so stifling in here, so I had them turn on the lights and open the windows and curtains," she explained. "It's as if the sun itself decided to take up residence in my home," he exclaimed, still marveling at the scene befor
She arrived at his house after what felt like an eternity. As she stepped through the doorway, her gaze roamed the rooms, desperately searching for him. At last, she discovered him in his chaotic room, gripping his phone tightly while engrossed in conversation. Ryan appeared disheveled, sporting a haphazard combination of casual shorts and a crumpled tank top. His hair resembled a wild bird's nest, looking untouched by a comb for weeks. Adrienne's eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of Ryan, interrupting his phone call. Putting the person on the other line on hold, he hastily muttered, "I'll call you back later," before diverting his attention to Adrienne. Confusion etched across his face, he queried, "What brings you here?" Adrienne scoffed, taken aback by his question. "What brings me here?" she retorted, her voice dripping with disbelief. "I wasn't expect—" "What happened to you? We haven't spoken in nearly two days. I texted and called you multiple times, but r