The room was oppressively silent, the word "son" lingering in the air like a shadow refusing to leave. Ryan stared at Margaret, his chest rising and falling heavily, his heart racing in confusion and anger. asked Margaret again, "Who is your son?" His voice was loud and shaking. Margaret took a slow step forward. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the right words. Tears filled her eyes.Margaret finally spoke in a soft voice. "You are my son, Ryan," she said. Her voice was shaking with emotion. Ryan's face showed that he didn't believe her. He tried to sit up, even though his body was hurt.Ryan looked at Margaret with confusion and anger. "What are you talking about?" he asked. His voice cracked. “Grandfather, what is she saying? Who are these people?”Grand Miller stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Ryan’s shoulder to ease him back down. “Ryan, calm down. You need to rest,” he said firmly, though his voice carried the weight of guilt.“Rest?” Ryan shot back,
The hospital room was filled with a heavy tension. Ryan had just said something strong, and the room felt tense. He was breathing quickly, showing how upset he was. He felt overwhelmed with surprise, confusion, and anger. Margaret, who was nearby, looked very shaken. She took a small step forward, wanting to comfort Ryan, but then stopped. Ryan's eyes locked onto hers, and his stare was strong. He was warning her to stay back. "Don't." His voice was low, but clear.The single word was a clear command, and Margaret seemed to understand it. She stopped and didn't know what to do, and the room felt more and more tense.“I don’t want more riddles. I need the truth, not cryptic answers.”Grand Miller exhaled deeply, his expression weary. Mr. Bell put his hand on Ryan's shoulder to calm him down, but Ryan quickly pushed it away. Ryan's frustration was getting stronger, and he was getting angrier.“Enough, Grandfather!” Ryan snapped. “I’m not a child. Whatever it is you’re all hiding—I can
Moan harder, baby, yeah, yeah, it's coming, yeah, aah…Ryan let out a loud moan of pleasure as he playfully spanked the lady he was fucking, admiring her big ass. With a sheepish smile on his face. He felt a brief sense of power and control. It was fleeting, but he was used to that. As he laid on the bed to take a deep breath from the moment. ‘Care for another round?’ She asked, and he sheepishly smiled and stood up from the bed without a word. He plans to go wash himself up and then ride her hard one more time. Just as he was about to step into the bathroom, the sudden beep of his phone halted him.‘Hmm,’ Ryan sighs, nodding his head, tempted to ignore it. He wasn't ready to be distracted at this point; he had another round to go with this sexy lady. But doubt crept into his thoughts. It could be work you fool, You don't joke with work. He hesitantly picked up his phone to find a message from his secretary: "Good afternoon, Mr. Miller. I've been attempting to contact you."”I hear
Chapter 2Emma sat in silence at Dr. Shawn's office, her heart pounding as he delivered the news. Her mind was lost in thoughts; yes, she knew her brother’s situation wasn't getting better, but to hear that he wasn’t responding to the chemotherapy treatment was disheartening.His voice was calm but heavy carrying the weight of what he had to say.“Emma, I’m afraid the chemotherapy isn’t working as we’d hoped,” Dr. Shawn began. His eyes were full of emotions, showing sympathy. “However, there’s an experimental clinical trial being developed by a group of scientists. The success rate looks promising, but…” His voice trailed off.Emma’s breath hitched. “But what, Dr. Shawn?”“They’re looking for sponsors. Funding is crucial to get this trial started, and even then, only a select number of patients will be accepted,” he explained.Emma’s face fell, and suddenly the room fell tiny. Her chest got all tight and worried. “Please, Doctor, you have to make sure my brother gets a spot. He deserv
Chapter 3Emma being lost in her thoughts, the world around her seemed to freeze, every option, every choice narrowing to this one moment.How could it come to this?Despite desperately needing a job, this opportunity wasn't her ideal solution. However, the prospect of $350,000 was enticing; it would help them bounce back financially. She would be able to provide for food and drugs in the meantime while they wait for the clinical trials to kick off.“Emma, are you there?” Aunt Jane snapped her out of her thoughts as she could sense the silence from the phone. “Ooh yes, I am; this was her chance to save her brother.I just wasn’t expecting this. Emma, just come over to my place now so we could talk about it, ok?” “Alright,” Emma responded. “I will be on my way now.” Hmmm, she exhaled deeply. ‘This would be a whole new experience, as she never thought people were still into this. Well, rich people, I guess, have all the money to spend on crazy things.’ But now she had no choice, did sh
Emma felt the weight of the signed contract, its implications looming like a dark cloud. In the taxi, Emma gripped the papers tightly, her hands trembling. She gazed out the window, but her mind was consumed by Lukas and the daunting task ahead.Her mind clouded with thoughts. Telling him she'd sold herself for his sake? No way. He would never understand; instead, he'd freak out and blame himself. Lying wasn't her style, but this truth was too ugly.As the taxi pulled up, Emma ran through her story. She'd tell Lukas she landed a great-paying job, leaving out the whole marriage thing. At least not for now until she feels he’s mentally and emotionally ready. She paid the driver, took a quick breath outside her apartment, and went in.Lukas slouched on the couch, flipping channels with a bored expression. Then, seeing Emma, he straightened up and brightened. "Hey," he said softly. “How’d the meeting go?”Emma forced a smile, trying to sound casual. “I got the job,” she said, holding the
The air in the lounge was thick with tension, and Emma could feel the weight of Ryan's gaze, a mixture of concern and curiosity. The playful atmosphere had evaporated, replaced by an undercurrent of hostility as Alexander Dumas stood before them, his presence a looming shadow. All the attention was now focused on her.“We’ve never met; I will remember a bully like you, Emma fired back.” Ryan and the others began to laugh at Emma’s comebacks; Ryan specifically was pleased with how she handled the moment.Alexander moved a step closer to Emma, amazed by her confidence to talk to him in such a manner. Point a finger to her, he replied, “Lady with the guts, eeh.”Noticing the tension, Ryan moved closer and used his hand to block Alexander from pointing at Emma. “I think it’s time for you to go, Dumas. Ryan said, this time with a deep tone. and a strong face expressing he’s no longer welcome there.“Interesting choice of company, Miller. You’ve really changed since I last saw you,” Alexan
The voice of the mysterious woman echoed through the mansion as Ryan held Emma’s hand tightly. Emma could feel the pains of his grip, but they were all distracted and stunned looking at the figure standing by the doorway. Emma’s eyes met Ryan, and his facial expression showed that he was pissed at the figure before him. Who is she? And what must she have done to ignite such rage in Ryan’s eyes?The woman took a slow, deliberate step into the room, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, nearly brushing the hem of her sleek designer top. Her cold blue eyes scanned the room, finally locking onto Ryan with a smug smile. Her skin seemed to glow, almost unnaturally perfect, radiating the confidence of someone who had always gotten her way. Emma swallowed hard, her admiration quickly turning into dread. There was no mistaking the power this woman wielded, not just in wealth but in her presence. The air in the room thickened, and Emma could feel the shiver run down her spine as Selena
The hospital room was filled with a heavy tension. Ryan had just said something strong, and the room felt tense. He was breathing quickly, showing how upset he was. He felt overwhelmed with surprise, confusion, and anger. Margaret, who was nearby, looked very shaken. She took a small step forward, wanting to comfort Ryan, but then stopped. Ryan's eyes locked onto hers, and his stare was strong. He was warning her to stay back. "Don't." His voice was low, but clear.The single word was a clear command, and Margaret seemed to understand it. She stopped and didn't know what to do, and the room felt more and more tense.“I don’t want more riddles. I need the truth, not cryptic answers.”Grand Miller exhaled deeply, his expression weary. Mr. Bell put his hand on Ryan's shoulder to calm him down, but Ryan quickly pushed it away. Ryan's frustration was getting stronger, and he was getting angrier.“Enough, Grandfather!” Ryan snapped. “I’m not a child. Whatever it is you’re all hiding—I can
The room was oppressively silent, the word "son" lingering in the air like a shadow refusing to leave. Ryan stared at Margaret, his chest rising and falling heavily, his heart racing in confusion and anger. asked Margaret again, "Who is your son?" His voice was loud and shaking. Margaret took a slow step forward. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find the right words. Tears filled her eyes.Margaret finally spoke in a soft voice. "You are my son, Ryan," she said. Her voice was shaking with emotion. Ryan's face showed that he didn't believe her. He tried to sit up, even though his body was hurt.Ryan looked at Margaret with confusion and anger. "What are you talking about?" he asked. His voice cracked. “Grandfather, what is she saying? Who are these people?”Grand Miller stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Ryan’s shoulder to ease him back down. “Ryan, calm down. You need to rest,” he said firmly, though his voice carried the weight of guilt.“Rest?” Ryan shot back,
The hospital room remained quiet except for the soft hum of machines. Ryan asked a question, and everyone in the room got quiet. Ryan looked around the room at Emma, Grand Miller, and some people he didn't know who were standing near the door.His voice was very rough, but he wanted an answer. "Who are they?" he asked again, looking closely at Emma. He was very tired and still trying to recover his strength, but he wanted to know who the strangers were.Emma moved a little closer to Ryan, gently holding his arm for comfort while she spoke softly. "Ryan, they're here to help you; they… they’re family.”“Family?” Ryan’s brow furrowed, his confusion deepening. He looked to Grand Miller, who stepped closer, his expression a mixture of guilt and caution.“Ryan, there’s a lot to explain,” Grand Miller said carefully. “But right now, you need to rest. You’ve been through so much.”Ryan wasn’t satisfied. “Rest? I’ve been asleep this whole time! Just tell me what’s going on.”Emma bit her lip,
The hospital room felt very tense. Emma was sitting in a chair, biting her nails. She was nervous.Grand Miller was walking back and forth near the window. His hands were behind his back. The doctors had informed them that the transfusion procedure had begun. Time seemed to drag as they waited for news.Every beep of the monitor and every creak of the hospital floor made Emma’s heart leap as she watched the pouch of blood flow reduce drastically. Emma looked at Ryan. Ryan was not moving or making any noise. But he was breathing. His chest was going up and down. It was like his body was fighting against time. Emma whispered softly to herself, "I just want him to wake up.”Grand Miller paused his pacing and turned to her, his expression softening. “He will,” he said, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. “Ryan is a fighter.”Emma nodded, holding onto the doctor's words tightly. The door opened. The doctor came into the room. He was putting on his gloves as he walked in, after which
Morning came with the pale glow of dawn filtering through the hospital blinds. The soft hum of the medical equipment filled the room as Emma stirred in her chair. She blinked groggily, finding Ryan still unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily.Grand Miller sat nearby, a shadow of his usual composed self. His face looked tired and worried, his skin looked tight, making him look very serious. He sat anxiously, worried about what might happen next. Recent sleepless nights had taken a toll on him, weighed down by concerns about Ryan's situation and the looming uncertainty of the next day. His mind kept racing, making him feel anxious. Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door. Outside were a man and a woman. They looked unsure but also determined.The man was quite tall and had hair that was turning gray. His face was calm, but also very serious and somber. The man looked like he was thinking very hard about something. The woman with him was shorter. She had a nice face,
Mr. Miller answered the phone quickly, his voice trembling with anticipation. Ms. Cleary, a familiar voice, was on the other end. She announced that she had found the contact information for Ryan's biological parents.Grand Miller’s heart skipped a beat. “You did? That’s… thank you, Ms. Cleary. Thank you.”“I’m sending the details to your phone now,” Ms. Cleary said. “But I need to caution you—they may not be eager to respond. You’ll need to approach this delicately.”Grand Miller said "I understand" in a voice that showed he was both relieved and worried. After that, a message suddenly appeared on his screen. It was the phone number of Ryan's biological parents, Mr. Bell, which made Grand Miller think about his painful past that he had tried to forget.As Grand Miller typed the phone number into his phone, his hands trembled badly. He breathed deeply to calm himself and then made the call.The phone started ringing. With every ring, his heart beat faster. He felt his anxiety growing.
Grand Miller sat motionless by the window, his thoughts tangled with regret and apprehension. The city lights outside were shining weakly. But inside, he was struggling with strong feelings. Emma was watching him carefully. She could tell he was trying to make a very important decision.“Mr. Miller,” Emma began cautiously, breaking the silence, “if there’s even the slightest chance his biological family could help, we have to try. It might be the only way.”Grand Miller sighed, his eyes fixed on Ryan’s pale face, thinking of the best way to explain to Emma. “It’s not that simple,” he said, his voice low and burdened.Emma frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”Grand Miller leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply as if preparing himself to reveal something long buried. “Ryan’s biological parents tried to contact him before. Years ago. They wanted to meet him, to build a connection.”Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. “They did? What happened?”“My son—Ryan’s adoptive father—and I… we r
Minutes after the doctor reassured Emma and Selena about Ryan's surgery, Selena decided it was time to leave. She approached Emma with hesitation, her gaze briefly lingering on Ryan’s pale face.“I’ll be on my way,” Selena said softly. “I’m glad he’s stable.”Emma gave a curt nod, too drained to engage further. Selena lingered a moment longer before quietly slipping out of the room.The quiet didn’t last long. Suddenly, loud noise burst from the hospital's main entrance. Emma heard a gentle humming sound growing louder. It was a group of reporters talking excitedly, cameras clicking and flashing brightly.As she turned to look, her heart felt heavy. She knew exactly who was causing all the commotion.A crowd of journalists and photographers swarmed around Ryan's grandfather, Grand Miller. His usually calm face now looked worried and stressed. His eyes scanned the area, searching for someone.Reporters shouted questions and snapped pictures. "Grand Miller, what's Ryan's condition?" "Wi
Emma's eyes locked onto the figure in the doorway, and her heart stuttered. Selena stood there, unexpected and uninvited. The surprise sparked a mix of emotions, tension crackling through the air like electricity. Emma's voice remained steady, but a hint of tension lurked beneath the surface. "What do you want now?" she asked, each word measured and controlled.Selena lifted her chin, stepping closer to Ryan’s bed, her gaze on his still form before flicking up to meet Emma’s. “I’m here because I care about him, Emma. Just as much as you do—maybe more.”Emma’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t about who cares more. He needs peace, not… arguments.”Selena’s expression hardened. "I'm not here to fight," Selena said, her voice firm but controlled. "But let's get one thing straight, Emma: Ryan and I share a deep past, and I won't let you act like you're the only one who matters to him."Emma straightened, her hand still holding Ryan’s as she looked firmly back at Selena. "I'm not pretending anyt