"Before you say anything, know that I have already spoken to the paediatrician, so choose your words carefully," Alexander warned, his voice cutting through the tense air. His mother, recognizing the gravity of the situation, held her ground but couldn't mask the fear in her eyes."That child has been dead for years, Alexander, put the gun away!" Alexander's father, typically composed, demanded, shocked at the unfolding scene. "You have gotten so trigger-happy of late. How could you shoot your best friend? I was able to get you out on bail, but you know the state will charge you to court. So go and prepare for the court proceedings. " Alexander's response was a dry, humourless laugh. "So you've heard. I will handle the case, and don't change the subject. I came here for answers. If I could shoot Sebastian for touching what is mine, then imagine what I would do for Saint," he said, his eyes cold and determined, the pistol aimed squarely at his mother."The girl was a gold digger from
Nora hurried through the antiseptic-scented corridors of the hospital, her steps echoing the urgency of her mission. She had to find Sebastian, Alexander's friend, the only person who might understand the gravity of the situation.As she approached Sebastian's room, she saw him sitting by the window, lost in thought. His eyes, once lively, carried the shadows of concern. "Sebastian," she called softly, not wanting to startle him.He turned, and his face lit up with a mixture of surprise and relief. "Nora, what brings you here?" he asked, concern etched across his features."I need to talk to you. It's about Alexander," Nora replied, taking a seat beside him.Sebastian's expression shifted to one of deep concern. "What happened? Is he okay?""He came to my house yesterday with a gun," Nora revealed, her voice quivering with the weight of the truth. "If the police hadn't arrived when they did, I don't know what would have happened to me and my family."Sebastian's eyes widened, and shoc
Nora stood in the witness box, a solemn hush descending over the courtroom. The weight of the Bible in her hands felt both grounding and burdensome. Her heart raced, a palpable thud echoing in her ears, as she swore to tell the truth.Nora was consciously avoiding Alexander's eyes. The air seemed charged, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. She dared not look at him, for fear that the tumult of emotions within her might spill out.The gallery watched with a mix of curiosity and judgment, their collective gaze intensifying the pressure on her. The lawyers, clad in sharp suits, posed questions that unravelled the threads of her life, forcing her to relive moments she would rather forget.The swell of emotions threatened to engulf her, but Nora clung to the Bible in her hands, finding strength in the oath she had just taken. It was a promise to truth, a commitment to untangle the web of lies that had ensnared her life.Alexander's eyes burned into the side of her face, but she dared
Miley's voice quivered as she cleared her throat, "Greg, I am deeply sorry about what happened between us," she started. "There was so much I needed to tell you, but I was mostly ashamed of myself." A heavy silence hung in the air as Greg remained stoic, prompting Miley to continue, "I was the only child of my parents. My father was a billionaire, and everything was rosy for my family and me until he was arrested for tax evasion. He was billed about two hundred billion dollars," Miley said, her voice cracking with the weight of her past."I remember my father frantically trying to sell off some of our assets to pay the fine. We moved from the upper class down to nothing. My mother couldn't stand the humiliation and took the money raised to pay the IRS and left my dad; she left us. That was not even the painful part. I discovered my dad had a congenital heart disease and desperately needed surgery," Miley said, her voice breaking with the emotional toll of the memories."My dad needed t
Nora sat still until a wave of calmness washed over her. "When I told you I slept with Sebastian, it wasn't to hurt you. I only said so because I didn't want to pass off his child as yours," she revealed, her voice remarkably composed. "What I didn't know is that Sebastian and I didn't have sex that night. He was naked because his clothes were soiled with my vomit; I had vomited on his clothes and mine that night," Nora explained, a mix of relief and vulnerability in her eyes, as the weight of a long-held secret finally found its release.A stunned silence descended upon the room as Nora's words hung in the air. "Hold on," he muttered, massaging his temples as if trying to physically knead away the shock. "You're saying... Sebastian never..."He couldn't finish the sentence. The implication, the accusation he'd held onto for so long, was crumbling under the weight of Nora's calm assertion.Nora, her voice tight with nervous hope, shook her head. "No, he didn't. There was never any inf
Through the haze, Samuel spotted his attacker - Greg, a man usually known for his calm demeanour, now transformed into a snarling hurricane."Greg?" he croaked, disbelief lacing his voice.Before Samuel could react further, Greg lunged again, another blow aimed at his ribs. This time, Samuel managed to dodge, stumbling back further into the apartment. Adrenaline surged through him, dispelling the shock. Each of his words was laced with venom, accusation dripping from his lips like poison.Samuel took some steps back, "Calm down, Greg!" Samuel rasped, the words tasting metallic on his tongue. "Let's just..."But "let's just" never had a chance. As if fueled by the very words, Greg launched himself forward, another punch aimed at Samuel's reeling head. It connected with a sickening crunch, and Samuel tasted blood, his vision threatening to swim.Panic rose in him, but it was quickly smothered by a surge of defensive anger, Greg threw a punch aimed at his chest and Alexander blocked it.
Nora's gaze softened as she took in Greg's dishevelled state. The tell-tale bruises on his knuckles, the dried blood caking his face, and the crimson stains blooming across his shirt painted a picture of a violent encounter. Her initial guardedness gave way to a wave of concern. "Greg, what happened?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry.His response was a choked sob, the words catching in his throat before spilling out in a torrent of broken phrases. "He... he..." He stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. The raw emotion in his voice, devoid of the anger that had fueled their previous interactions, sent a pang through Nora's heart.Despite the confusion and hurt swirling within her, the sight of his vulnerability triggered a protective instinct. Without a word, she opened her arms, offering him a safe harbour in the storm of his emotions. Greg collapsed into her embrace, his body wracked with sobs that resonated through the silence.As his tears subsided, he pulled
Nora led him to the couch and sat down. Nora's hand reached out, patting the cushion beside her on the couch. "Greg, please sit," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes, usually bright and lively, were brimming with unshed tears. Greg's heart plummeted. He knew where this was going, he felt it in the tension that crackled between them.He sat down beside her, bracing himself for the storm. "Greg," Nora began, her voice thick with emotion, "I need to tell you something, something that's been tearing me apart. Please know, everything I say comes from a place of deep love, for you and Graycen."His chest tightened. Love, he thought, a bitter tang on his tongue. Was that what it was? Or was it something else, something more painful?"When we first met, that day at the mall" she continued, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, "I admit, you weren't exactly my cup of tea. You were rude and a bit standoffish." He chuckled humorlessly, remembering their fiery first encounter."Bu
Before Nora's wedding, Nora had followed Greg to New York to see his family. Nora could see that they were really happy to finally meet her. One afternoon, she decided to spend time with Veronica, who was staying at her parents' home. As they sipped on glasses of apple juice, Nora expressed disbelief, "I can't believe they put you on bed rest."Veronica, reclining on the couch with her feet up, sighed, "Hmm, it's best to be safe than sorry. I can't wait to hold my baby in my arms." Suddenly, Veronica screamed, causing Nora to jump. "Are you okay?" Nora asked, hastily setting the glass down.Veronica, a mix of excitement and panic on her face, managed to say, "Call my mom, Nora. My water just broke."Nora's heart lurched in her chest as Veronica's panicked cry echoed through the room. The calm afternoon chat was shattered, replaced by a sudden urgency. Springing into action, Nora grabbed her phone and dialled Veronica's mother's number."Mom! It's Nora," she said, her voice trembling
Nora felt a rush of emotions. She hadn't expected this, and the genuine love in Greg's eyes overwhelmed her. "Yes, Greg, a thousand times yes," she replied with tears of joy in her eyes. Greg slid the ring onto her finger, and they sealed the moment with a tender kiss.Nora and Greg spent the rest of the night enjoying each other's body. Greg was such a passionate and creative lover. Later in the night, he brought in a bowl of ice cream, by the time they were done, Nora knew she would always blush anytime she thought of ice cream. The things they did, Greg licked the ice cream off her nipples and Nora heard herself moaning his name out loud. Early in the morning at about five in the morning, Nora was driving back to her parent's home. She didn't want Graycen waking up to her absence. As she turned the steering wheel, her eyes rested briefly on her ring. It was so beautiful, so exquisite. Greg had great taste.Nora remembered how she had mailed Alexander's ring back to him after the
In the hushed atmosphere of the doctor's office, Alexander and Nora found themselves ensconced in an uneasy quiet. The ticking of the clock echoed with the rhythm of their anxious hearts as they awaited the revelation that would connect the threads of their lives to an unseen benefactorThe sterile walls, adorned with medical charts and diplomas, seemed to amplify the gravity of the situation. Nora's fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the armrest of her chair, a nervous habit that betrayed the storm of emotions brewing within her. Alexander, ever the stoic figure, sat beside her, his eyes fixated on the door as if willing it to open and unveil the secret they had been yearning to unravel.The doctor, a composed figure in a white coat, entered the room. Her demeanour carried a blend of empathy and professionalism, a delicate balance that bespoke her years of dealing with the intricacies of life and death. She explained the procedure they were about to undergo, the potential outco
The sterile walls of the doctor's office seemed to shrink as Nora and Alexander sat, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. An hour had passed since the doctor's cryptic message, each tick of the clock stretching into an eternity. Finally, the doctor entered, her face unreadable."I have some news," she began, her voice a low hum in the tense silence. "We have a match."Nora's breath hitched. "A match?" she choked out, disbelieving."Yes," the doctor confirmed, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. "We had several potential donors come forward, and we've found a perfect match for your bone marrow transplant, Mr. Steele."Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, blurring the doctor's features. The dam within her broke, and a torrent of emotions cascaded down her cheeks. Relief, joy, disbelief - they all warred within her, leaving her speechless. Alexander, his hand clasped tightly in hers, squeezed gently, a silent echo of the storm raging within him.The doctor reached out, offering a tissue box
The door creaked open, revealing Alexander lying pale against the sterile white sheets. An IV drip snaked its way up his arm, the rhythmic drip-drop the only sound in the otherwise hushed room. Relief washed over Nora like a tidal wave, momentarily erasing the frantic worry that had clawed at her insides all morning. He was alive.Hesitantly, she approached the bedside, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of pain. His features were relaxed, seemingly lost in sleep. But the dark circles beneath his eyes and the pallor of his skin spoke of a battle fought. Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, blurring the image before her.Suddenly, a nurse in crisp blue scrubs appeared at the doorway. "Doctor Thompson would like to see you in her office."Nora nodded, wiping her tears with a shaky hand. She needed answers. What had happened? Was he going to be okay? Following the nurse, her every step echoed with unspoken questions.Doctor Thompson, a woman with kind eyes and a reassuring smile, gesture
Unfortunately, you are not a bone marrow match for Alexander."Nora's heart juddered to a halt, the doctor's words echoing in the sterile void. Her vision blurred, and a choked gasp escaped her lips. Alexander's hand, warm and comforting, found hers, but it did little to soothe the storm raging within. Disappointment, fear, and a flicker of something she couldn't quite place – a cocktail of emotions churned in her stomach, leaving a metallic taste on her tongue.The doctor's voice continued, offering options, hope, but Nora was lost in the world of her own thoughts. Every word blurred into a distant hum, her focus solely on the image of Graycen, small and innocent, asleep in her bed. A pang of unbearable pain tore through Nora's chest, the fear for her daughter's future suffocating.Alexander's nudge brought her back to reality . "Let's go," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Stepping outside, the chill of the night air barely registered against the cold fear gripping her hea
One week after Nora found out about Alexander's health condition her mind was constantly worried. Alexander was carrying on as if everything was right with the world, he spent every afternoon with his daughter and sometimes Nora would tag along on their little outings. They hadn't discussed the status of their relationship yet and Nora wasn't ready for that talk yet. That was why when Alexander invited her to be his date at an event she found it awkward and difficult to say no to him. As they sat in the back seat of Alexander's Rolls Royce, neither of them spoke to each other. Nora looked exquisite and she knew it, she was wearing one of the designs from her fashion line. It was a pale blue one-shoulder Grecian gown and the pearly bejewelled headpiece she had on matched the bejewelled belt that cinched the gown in at the waist showing off her hourglass shape. John Mason, a renowned hotelier, had just unveiled his five-star masterpiece, and the crème de la crème of New York City were
Alexander's words, calm on the surface but laced with desperation, hung heavy in the air. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you," he stammered, his gaze flickering between Nora and the envelope on the table.Nora's voice, laced with a tremor she couldn't control, cut through the silence. "Didn't know how to tell me you have leukaemia?" she echoed, the words raw and sharp. "But how could you do this, Alexander? How could you keep such a thing from me?"Nora was in a state of shock and so was Veronica. After calling and telling Nora what was written on the test result, she picked up her phone and went through the result again. From the result, Alexander just had a few months left. Veronica shook her head at the futility of life, she couldn't believe that Alexander was sick. The Alexander that used to physically and emotionally abuse Nora wasn't immortal after all. Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, blurring the vision of the envelope clutched in her hand. The medical jargon swam before
Nora couldn't sleep that night. She kept turning in bed, feeling anxious. Each time she called Alexander, he didn't pick up, making her worry even more. Why did he take their daughter to the hospital without telling her?Graycen's innocent words, "Dad took me to the hospital," kept replaying in her mind, making her angrier. She imagined scary scenes of needles and hospital rooms, making her more upset.Underneath her anger, a deeper fear crept in. What if something was seriously wrong with Graycen, and Alexander wasn't telling her? This thought scared her even more, and the quietness in her house made everything heavier.Miles away, Alexander was in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines. He was in a deep sleep because of the medicines, and his body was undergoing a treatment Nora knew nothing about. The machines beeped softly, creating a contrast to the chaos in Nora's heart.As the night went on, Nora's face showed the pain she felt. The questions, fear, and silence became suffocati