Phoebe’s POV I woke up gasping for breath. My body hurt all over. I couldn’t move. It felt like I was being tied to something. My mind went crazy, believing I was still stuck in that shit hole. I screamed inwardly since my voice wasn’t audible enough. I had to open my eyes. And so I did. There was something holding me back. I had an oxygen container covering my nose and mouth. There was someone with me. I could hear a male voice calling out for a doctor. Who might it be? I wondered, my vision blurry from all the pain. I blinked for a moment and scanned my surroundings. The sterile white walls, the steady beep of machines, and the faint scent of antiseptic confirmed my worst fear. I was in a hospital. I tried to focus on the figure beside me. His voice was filled with urgency and concern, a mix that made my heart pound faster. He turned towards me, his face coming into focus. It was Eric, his eyes wide with worry. "Phoebe, you're awake," he said softly, relief washi
Eric's POVI had no choice but to leave Phoebe alone at the hospital. The decision gnawed at me, every fiber of my being resisting as I turned my back and walked out the door. But Andrew was already home, waiting for me, and I needed answers.The drive felt like forever, my mind racing with thoughts of Phoebe, her connection with Mr. Randall Meyers. By the time I pulled into the driveway, my hands were shaking. Andrew stood at the door, his expression unreadable.We entered my office, the room suddenly felt heavy with every step i took closer to my seat. Andrew wasted no time, placing an envelope in my hands. "What is this?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of the anxiety I felt."This is the information we got while following Mr. Randall Meyers. Please, open it," he reported, his tone flat and professional.My hands trembled as I tore open the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest. I kept my emotions in check, forcing a mask of calm over my face to hide my fears.Inside were pictu
Phoebe’s POV I was taken aback when Randall called. But relief washed over me knowing he had survived. “Randall,” I said, calling his name with a mix of surprise and relief. “Yes, h-how…” he trailed off, struggling to finish his thought. “I am fine, you don’t need to worry,” I interjected, sensing his hesitation. He sighed deeply, and I could hear the relief in his breath. I smiled without realizing it. “You shouldn’t have called. They might be listening to you,” I warned. “No, I doubt it. Mr. Chen is still unconscious, and his men are nowhere to be found,” he revealed. I suspected Eric’s involvement but kept that to myself. I pretended to be surprised. “But I think your boyfriend has a hand in it,” I said, noting the underlying tension in my voice. “Eric!” I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock. “Yes,” he confirmed. “I want us to talk, but it seems time is not on our side. Can I ask you a few questions, Mr. Meyers? Please be honest,” I requested, the gravity of the moment weig
Diana's POVI couldn’t just stand there anymore. The weight of the truth was crushing, and I could see that Chang was barely holding it together. His eyes were hollow, his shoulders slumped as if he carried the world on his back. He couldn’t bear to face his grandmother any longer. The guilt was eating him alive, and with no Philip around to keep the truth buried, it was only a matter of time before everything unraveled.I glanced at Mr. Benjamin Hong, who stood behind me, his face a mask of calm, though his eyes were anything but. He shook his head at me, a silent plea to stay quiet, but I couldn’t comply. Not this time.“M-Mrs. Hong,” I began, my voice trembling but resolute, “I-I’m sorry, but you need to hear this before someone else tells you.”Mrs. Hong’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. “What am I supposed to find out?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with tension.Chang stood beside me, his head bowed, unable to look at her. The ai
Mrs. Hong approached her son, her eyes searching his face for any sign of reassurance. "Ben, why aren’t you saying anything?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Mother," Benjamin replied in a low tone, barely able to meet her gaze. "Tell me everything I just heard is not true, please," she pleaded, her voice shaky, desperate for him to deny the terrible truth she had just learned. Grandfather Hong, Philip, and Chang watched in silence, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "I-I-I," Benjamin stammered, struggling to find the words. "You can’t speak? Why can’t you? You can just say it’s not true! So why can’t you speak, Benjamin?!" she yelled, her voice rising in pitch, her heart breaking. "Grandmother," Chang called out, trying to calm her down, but she was beyond reach. "I-I had no idea this would happen, Mother. I-I didn’t plan this. It was an accident, just as the police said. I-I—" Benjamin began, but before he could finish, Mrs. Hong slapped him
Eric’s POV I regretted taking the stairs as soon as I started climbing. Memories I had tried to forget surged back into my mind. It felt like time had frozen. After meeting Vannessa, memories I had buried resurfaced. I wasn’t surprised to find myself submerged in childhood memories as I neared Granny’s room. I questioned if coming here was wise. Nothing good ever seems to come from visiting my grandparents' house. Usually, I either uncover something unsettling or revisit sad memories. I sighed, feeling weary but unable to ignore the situation. Granny was one of the few who cared for me after my parents passed away. I had to be here for her now that she was unwell. Plus, if I wanted to marry Phoebe, gaining my grandparents' approval was crucial. Even though it might not matter much, Phoebe likely valued family support. The thought of her made me smile. As I approached, I heard voices from my grandfather’s office. Grandfather was there with someone else, and I caught
Ghana.. A few days ago.. Miss Daisy was in her kitchen, preparing dinner. Jonathan had returned from his trip to Singapore three days earlier. Daisy welcomed him warmly but soon discovered he had traveled to see Phoebe, not for a scholarship as he had claimed. Though curious, Daisy chose to remain silent, assuming Jonathan simply missed his sister. She continued with her cooking until her phone rang, breaking her thoughts. An unknown number flashed on the screen. She sighed and answered. “Hello?” There was no reply. She tried again, “Hello?” Still, no response. Annoyed, she said, “If this is a prank, I’m hanging up.” “This is Randall,” came a voice she hadn’t heard in years. Daisy’s heart skipped a beat. Randall Meyers? She gripped the phone tightly, trying to stay calm. “Randall Meyers?” she asked, pretending not to know. “I know you remember me, Daisy. I’m sorry for disappearing and not telling you the truth. But right now, Phoebe is in danger, and I need your help. Yo
Diana’s Apartment The soft glow from the television casting flickering shadows on the walls. The muffled hum of the news broadcast provided a dissonant backdrop to her solitude.She emerged from the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, and padded into the living room. The news anchor's voice cut through the quiet, and still room.“After more than two decades, Mr. Frank and Elizabeth Hong’s death has been found to be more than a car accident,” the reporter said, his tone a mixture of gravity and sensationalism. “Their accident was instigated by the Hong’s rivals. It said that the only suspect found to be involved in their death is a real estate developer, Randall Meyers. Stay tuned for more as we go for a commercial break.”Diana sighed deeply, her eyes fixed on the screen. The name Randall Meyers struck a chord, but it wasn’t just the name, it was something else. She shuffled over to the kitchen, pulling a chilled bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long sip. “It