Emma's POVI supported the devastated Laura to the cafeteria, her weight leaning heavily against me as we walked. The fluorescent lights of the hospital cast a harsh glow over her tear-streaked face. We found a quiet corner and sat down. I offered her some water, which she took with shaking hands."Laura, tell me what's going on," I urged gently.Laura took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "It's my younger brother, Alex. He's in the ICU because of severe pneumonia. His prognosis isn't promising. He's been intubated and in the ICU for two months, and his condition is deteriorating. I don't know what to do."I squeezed her hand, trying to offer some comfort. "What about your parents? Are they here to support you?"Laura shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips. "They live in Kentucky. They've trusted Alex's care to me. I told them about his current situation, and they said they'd come next week."I frowned, struggling to understand. "Why would your parents burden you with Alex's ca
Daniel's POVI arrived at David's place, my mind still buzzing from Emma's worries. David greeted me at the door, his usual stern expression softened slightly with concern."Come in, Daniel. We have a lot to discuss," David said, leading me to his office. The room was filled with the faint scent of old books and leather, and the walls were lined with shelves overflowing with files and documents.We sat down, and David handed me a glass of whiskey. "You might need this."I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me. "What's the latest? Emma's really worried about this investigation Michael's launched."David nodded, his face grave. "Michael's announcement about the internal investigation is a smokescreen. He's trying to cover his tracks. My sources have uncovered that some key pieces of the tampered anesthetic evidence were linked to a different, unrelated case. It suggests a broader conspiracy."I frowned, the implications sinking in. "So Michael's involved in something bigger t
As soon as Emma and Lily walked through the door, Daniel greeted them with a warm smile. “How was your day, girls?” he asked, his voice full of affection.“Fine, Daddy!” Lily chirped, running off to her room.Daniel turned to Emma, his smile fading into concern. “And you, Emma?”Emma sighed, exhaustion evident in her posture. “I went to the hospital to confront Michael. I thought maybe I could get some evidence. But I came back with nothing.”Daniel’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Emma, you can’t approach him alone. He’s dangerous and obsessive about you. I don’t want you putting yourself in harm’s way.”Emma crossed her arms defensively. “We’ve talked about this, Daniel. I’m not going to let him intimidate me.”“You’re not allowed to go near him without me there. It’s not just about you anymore; it’s about our family’s safety.”They quarreled for a few minutes, voices rising in frustration. Then, Daniel suddenly pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “Okay, okay,” he sai
David's POVI stood in the security office, my heart pounding against my ribs. The guards had caught me with the recording device, and now I was surrounded, waiting for the hospital administrator to verify my story. Anxiety gnawed at me, knowing that every second counted. I had to think fast and stay calm.The hospital administrator walked in, her expression stern. She eyed me up and down before addressing the guard. “What do we have here?”“Caught him with this,” the guard said, holding up the small recording device.I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m David from the FBI. I was conducting an investigation.”The administrator’s brow furrowed as she scrutinized my ID. “We need to verify this with the FBI. Until then, you’ll stay here.”My pulse quickened. I knew I had to act fast. As they led me towards a side office, I discreetly activated my phone’s emergency contact feature, sending a silent alert to Daniel. I hoped help would arrive before things got worse. D
Michael's POV I sat back in my chair, watching the security footage of David being led away in handcuffs. A sense of satisfaction washed over me. This was a long time coming. David had overstepped, and now he was paying the price. But as I sat there, my thoughts drifted back to our childhood, to the days when we were inseparable. --- Growing up, David and I were more than just brothers; we were best friends. We did everything together. Scarlet was like a sister to us, always by our side, until that fateful day. I remember the accident vividly. Scarlet had pushed our mother out of the way of an oncoming car, sacrificing herself in the process. From that moment, everything changed. Scarlet became the center of our world, but for me, she was more than just a sister. I became overprotective, possessive even, while David’s feelings for her grew beyond brotherly love. One concrete memory stands out: the day Scarlet told her romantic feelings for me. We were sitting under the old
David's POVI felt the cold steel of the handcuffs dig into my wrists as I was led into the police station. My heart pounded with anxiety. This was not how I had envisioned the evening going. I was supposed to be the one gathering evidence, not becoming the evidence myself.The officers at the station were professional but suspicious. They escorted me to an interrogation room, where I was left alone for what felt like an eternity. The stark, sterile environment did nothing to calm my nerves. I knew I was in deep trouble.Finally, the door opened, and a detective walked in, followed by a familiar face – Michael's friend, Officer Jenkins. My stomach churned with unease."David," Jenkins said, taking a seat across from me. "You've put yourself in quite a predicament."I clenched my jaw. "I was investigating a case. You know I work for the FBI."Jenkins raised an eyebrow. "Without a warrant or proper authorization? That's a serious breach of protocol."I took a deep breath, trying to stea
Emma's POV The tension in our living room was palpable. Daniel paced back and forth, his worry lines deepening with each step. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers nervously tapping against my knee. David's custody had thrown us into a whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty. "How could this happen?" Daniel muttered, running a hand through his hair. "David was supposed to be the one helping us, not ending up in jail." "I know," I replied softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "But we need to stay calm and think of a way to get him out. Michael is behind this, I'm sure of it." Daniel stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Emma, we can't let Michael win. We have to find a way to prove David's innocence and expose Michael's crimes." I nodded, determined. "We will, Daniel. We just need to keep digging and find solid evidence." —- The shrill ring of my phone broke the tense silence. I quickly grabbed it, seeing Laura's name on
Daniel's POVThe steady hum of the hospital office was disrupted by the tense conversation I was having with Laura. I clutched the phone tightly, my knuckles white."Laura, slow down," I said, trying to process everything she was telling me. "You found a connection to the stolen anesthetics?""Yes, Daniel," Laura's voice was urgent. "While going through the financial records Michael gave me access to, I found a suspicious transaction linked to the stolen anesthetics from the time Scarlet was murdered."My heart raced. "And this implicates Michael?""Absolutely. It connects him directly to the theft and frames Emma. But the way I found it is illegal. If we use it, it could get me into serious trouble," Laura explained.I took a deep breath. "But if I, as the financial analyst working for the hospital, can access the same information legally, it becomes valid evidence.""Exactly," Laura confirmed. "You need to get authorization quickly.""Alright, I'll make the calls now," I said, deter
Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead. This story is a mix of real-life vibes and make-believe, exploring all kinds of love—whether it’s the love for a parent, a sibling, a friend, or even the complicated, sometimes obsessive kind. What I've realized is that no type of love is superior; they all just... are. And while love can push us to do crazy things, it's not a free pass to mess up and just expect forgiveness. That kind of forgiveness, the kind that really matters, comes from a higher place. I hope my book helps you sort out your own feelings, find some peace, or maybe even close a chapter that's been open too long. Thanks for diving into this journey with me. Here's to finding your peace, whatever that looks like.
**David’d POV** I stand there, by Scarlet’s resting place, with the familiar weight of white roses in my hands—her favorite. It’s a clear morning, the cemetery dappled with sunlight, peaceful and introspective. As I place the flowers down, I can’t help but feel a blend of solace and sorrow, her diary's words echoing in my mind. “Scarlet,” I start, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ve read every page you left behind. It’s like having a part of you still here with me, and I’m grateful for that. You always had a way of making the world a bit brighter, even in writing.” I pause, taking a breath as I look around, feeling her presence. “You know, Emma and Daniel are back together. After everything, they’ve found their way back to each other. You worried about them, I know. But they’re happy, truly. Daniel once told me that without her, he’d be lost... an unfinished love story. Well, they’ve got their happy ending now.” My voice falters as I touch the cold stone, a part o
**Daniel’s POV** This morning, I can barely stifle my laughter as Lily, almost six and full of sass, unleashes a spectacular tantrum over her cereal. She’s just found out we got married without her and took a sneaky honeymoon to Santorini. “You guys are the worst secret keepers ever!” she declares, pouting. I try to explain. “Sweetie, you had school, remember? And honestly, it was just a quick vow exchange—super boring, no big party or anything.” She’s not buying it. “But I could’ve skipped school! You think I wanted to do math instead of going to a beach?” Emma jumps in, grinning. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have enjoyed Santorini. We ended up talking to the police more than we swam!” “Yeah, you should thank us. It was a disaster!” I add, chuckling. Lily's not amused. She crosses her arms. “Next time, I’m coming. No more vacations without me.” Emma and I exchange a look, suppressing our laughter as we nod in surrender. “Deal,” we chorus. I hustle to get Lily ready for scho
**David’s POV**Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again.I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.---**Scarlet’s Letter to me:**My dear Bumblebee,As I write this, sitting in the quiet of my unwanted sanctuary, the light of hope is dim, nearly extinguished. Yet there's a strange peace in knowing you’re out there, free from the burden of me. These long years have granted me too much time for reflection, and a painful truth has emerged: I loved you, David. It was never just brotherly love or friendship; it was a calm, steady love that I mistook for mere companionship while I allowed myself to be consumed by Michael's t
**Daniel’s POV** *At the police car* The first streaks of dawn had barely lit up the horizon when Emma and I, handcuffed in the back of a Greek police car, were driving towards the station. The situation was, admittedly, absurd, and Emma's reaction was equally dramatic. "Why, Daniel? Why is every crazy adventure with you ending up with the police?" Emma half-yelled, half-laughed, her annoyance fighting with amusement. "Oh, come on, love. We could charm our way out. I'll start praising their baklava and yoghurt—say it's all Greek, not Turkish!" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "That's your plan? Really?" Emma was not amused. “Maybe I could add some sugarcoating to their weird alphabet, too?” I kept teasing. "We've been married less than a week, and you're already pushing for an annulment, huh?" "Technically, it'd be called an annulment, yes," I chuckled, winking at her. She lunged at me, stopped only by the seatbelt, while the police officer in the front warned
**Daniel’s POV** Driving Emma straight to my apartment after the marriage ceremony, I can't help but tease her about the neatly arranged belongings all around. She looks around, her confusion melting into a surprised smile when I explain, "I’ve been planning this day with my lovely in-laws for 2 months now." "Why isn’t Lily here then?" she asks, a hint of worry in her tone. I can barely keep the grin off my face as I lean in, whispering the next surprise. "Because, my love, we’re jetting off for a week abroad for our honeymoon." Emma's eyes widen, a mix of excitement and concern dancing in them. "But I need to take annual leave from the hospital," she counters, her voice tinged with anxiety. I put on a sad face, playing up my disappointment. "How can you not trust me with my meticulously arranged plans?" I complain, only half-joking. Her gasp when I tell her everything's been handled is absolutely worth it. "And where exactly are we going?" she probes, curiosity overtaking
**Emma’s POV***A month later*The thrill of feeling like my old self was palpable as I walked through the familiar scenic route of “the plateau” of my high school. It felt like stepping back into a life I'd put on pause, now ready to play at full volume. My phone buzzed, breaking my reverie. It was Dr. Patel, my old boss, and the last person I expected to call me after the way I'd left things."Emma, I've got a proposition for you," Dr. Patel's voice was as brisk and businesslike as ever. "How would you feel about coming back as an endocrine fellow?""But... after everything?" I asked, my brow furrowing."Let's just say I've made some calls. Your record's clear and, frankly, we need you. Are you up for it?" There was a hopeful note in her voice that warmed me a little."Okay, what do I need to do?" My heart started to race with excitement."There’s the Subspecialty Equivalency Examination next month. Pass that, and I’ll talk to the CMO about getting you a spot," she explained."Coun
**Emma’s POV**The sunlight was already high in the sky by the time I managed to peel my eyes open. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. I stretched lazily, enjoying the rare luxury of a slow morning, but the sound of the doorbell sliced through the tranquility. Puzzled, I slid out of bed and shuffled toward the sound, my thoughts still tangled in the threads of sleep.Peeking around the corner, I saw Daniel chatting with my mom in hushed tones, the only word I could hear was “passport.” His back was to me, but I could tell by the way he was gesturing that he was excited about something."What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I approached.Daniel turned with a start, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Morning, sleepyhead! Just sorting out some paperwork with your mom. Nothing to worry about," he winked, a twinkle in his eye.My mom, ever the conspirator, gave me a knowing look but kept her lips sealed. "Why don't you get ready, dear? Dani
**Emma’s POV**As the wheels of the plane touch down in Istanbul, a wave of nostalgia and relief washes over me. The familiar scent of the sea mingled with the bustling city life fills my lungs, grounding me. "I'm home," I whisper to myself, my heart swelling with a peace I haven't felt in months.The airport is bustling as always, but my focus narrows to the figures of my parents in the distance. As we make our way through the crowd, I spot Lily breaking free from my mother's embrace and sprinting towards me with open arms. "Mommy!" her voice echoes over the chatter, a sweet sound I've missed dearly.I drop to my knees just in time to catch her in a tight hug, lifting her into the air as she giggles. "I missed you so much, little bug," I murmur into her hair."Missed you more," she replies, squeezing me tighter. My parents join us, their faces lined with relief and joy. "Welcome home, Emma," my dad says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls me into a hug."Did you bring me anyth