Damon was quickly sent to the emergency room with Dora, and Arthur kept pacing in front of the ward with Muna.“My grandson,” Muna was all pale from crying so much; she just wanted her grandson to be fine.“He will be fine,” Coyle said from behind, and they all turned to him before Muna hurried and hugged him tightly.“Coyle…Coyle.”“I am fine, Muna.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at Arthur, who nodded.“How is Hazel?” Muna asked, and Coyle nodded.“They are fine,” he replied with a wide smile. The doctors already did a checkup on her, and she was fine… All she needed was rest and a good meal.“They?” Arthur questioned.“Hmm…she is pregnant,” he blurted, and they all got sore eyes before the emergency ward pushed open.“How are they?” Arthur hurried to the doctor.“Your wife’s case is so critical, and I don’t think she will be able to live past five minutes,” the doctor explained, and Arthur gritted his teeth.“But your son is fine… He will be transferred to the general ward soon,
Mia sat in her office watching a Korean movie with a wide smile plastered on her face. She had chosen to be happy and come to terms with the fact that she will never get a fairytale romance life.A knock came from the door, and she frowned. “I am busy,” she yelled and continued with her movie, but the door pushed open, and her gaze shifted to the door.“You.” She quickly dropped her phone, and Jude scanned her office, his gaze landing on the many awards she displayed in her office, and couldn’t help but chuckle; it was so her.“Uhm…how can I help you?” Mia asked while rubbing her palms nervously, It’s been a month, and she hasn’t talked to him and chose to focus on healing because she knew there was no way he would ever consider her.“Here,” he shoved a folder to Mia, who picked it up and went through it, and her eyes lit up, but she chose to be composed.“Is this real?” she asked, and Jude nodded, and a smile formed on her lips.“Wait…why did you accept now?” She wondered, earlier wh
The hall was filled with big business men who had all showed up for the launching of the new product who was told will change their lives forever.Coyle was busy discussing with some business men who kept trying to congratulate him for the product “I think you are congratulating the wrong person…Tradtech has a CEO you know” he said, he knew they were trying to garner favour from him so they could get the product installed in their companies and homes but he had no say in it.“But you are the…”“Yeah but i don’t handle Tradtech businesses anymore…” Coyle explained, of course he remains one of the biggest shareholder of Tradtech but he didn’t manage the business…he was focused on other lines of business and his wifeTalking of his wife, Hazel had just stepped into the hall with Muna and the others. A smile formed on his lips before he turned to those business men “Excuse me”They chuckled among themselves “He is a finished man, look at him running to his wife” they burst out in laughter
Staring at her reflection one last time in the mirror, she smiled with satisfaction. Hazel Jones had been searching for the perfect wedding dress for ages—something that would complement her fair skin and long black hair."It's so beautiful," her younger sister, Nady, exclaimed excitedly. The shop assistant finally sighed in relief."We want two," Nady added, leaving Hazel confused."Why?" Hazel couldn't help but ask."For me," came Nady's response."Sorry, Miss, but this is a limited collection, and it's the last piece we have," the shop assistant apologized. Nady was about to lash out at her when Hazel intervened."Please go make the payment," Hazel said, handing her card to the lady, who happily walked away. Hazel threw a sharp look at Nady before heading to the dressing room to slip out of the wedding gown. Nady stomped her foot angrily."Stop giving me that judgy look. Is it a crime if I want to look as beautiful as you?" Nady retorted."We are not the same, Nady," Hazel snorted b
Hazel had spent two days locked in her bedroom. She cried and starved, still unable to believe that all this was happening to her.A knock came at the door, and the maid's voice followed. "Miss Hazel, your father requests that you come downstairs.""Get out," Hazel muttered. She didn’t want to see anyone, let alone their faces."He says it’s an order," the maid added before leaving. Hazel sighed, dragging herself off the bed and reluctantly making her way downstairs.Her mother was busy ordering the maids around, preparing for tomorrow—Nady’s wedding to Max. Even the guests weren’t aware of this sudden twist."Hazel," her father called from the patio, and she walked over to him. Nady and her mother joined them, and it was at that moment Hazel realized something was wrong."What happened?" she asked nervously. Her parents exchanged looks before her mother sat next to her."Are you angry with us?" Mrs. Jones asked, but Hazel didn’t reply. They already knew the answer; why even ask?"Of c
Hazel stood before the patriarch. While she was having a quiet court wedding, Nady was walking down the aisle with the man Hazel was supposed to marry. Her parents weren’t even present."Miss Jones," the old man next to her called. He was apparently the butler of the Anderson family and had brought the wedding documents, which Mr. Anderson had already signed."He must be too sick to show up," Hazel thought before a paper was shoved in front of her."Please sign the papers," the butler said. She nodded and signed the documents.After all the formalities were completed, she got into a black limousine with the butler."Mrs. Anderson, do you need water?" the butler asked, holding out a bottle of water.Mrs. Anderson. She wasn’t yet familiar with the name, but it was hers now. Was that a privilege or a curse?She accepted the water and gulped it down quickly."Are you a virgin?" the butler asked suddenly.Hazel choked on the water, coughing hard as her eyes turned red. She stared at the but
Hazel had tried to understand what he meant by meeting his expectations. Wasn't he supposed to be disappointed that it wasn't Nady he had married?"It's so hard to understand people," she muttered under her breath and decided to eat, as she was starving.When she was done, she picked up the dirty plates, but a maid hurried to her. "I will take them."Hazel smiled at the maid. "It's fine, I will—""Please, Mrs. Anderson," the maid insisted in a pleading tone. Hazel let her do her job and returned upstairs to the bedroom she had been assigned earlier.She pushed the door open and found Coyle on the bed. He was now dressed casually, wearing glasses, and focused on reading a document."Umm," she stuttered, unable to form a coherent word. Was she supposed to share the bedroom—and the bed—with him?"Silly me, we are married," Hazel thought, but that still didn’t feel like enough of a reason."If you're sleepy, then go to bed. Don’t stay up on my account; I’ll be quiet with my work," Coyle sa
The car parked in front of the Anderson's mansion, and Hazel was still in deep thought, trying to understand everything that was going on.Why was this man being nice with her, and why did he make her family believe that he was comfortable with the marriage when from the first day he wanted to marry Nady?"I have some urgent work at the office; you should go in." Coyle brought her out of her trance; the driver had already pulled her side of the door open, patiently waiting for Hazel to step down."Mr. Anderson,""Coyle," he corrected. Hazel was confused for some seconds before she got to understand that he wanted her to call him by his name, but that felt so wrong to her."Have a nice day." Hazel had to refrain from what she wanted to say; it was better than calling his name; they weren't so close.She hurried down the car and walked into the mansion. She was visited with the loud clattering sound of dishes from the kitchen."What's happening?" Hazel walked to the kitchen, where she f
The hall was filled with big business men who had all showed up for the launching of the new product who was told will change their lives forever.Coyle was busy discussing with some business men who kept trying to congratulate him for the product “I think you are congratulating the wrong person…Tradtech has a CEO you know” he said, he knew they were trying to garner favour from him so they could get the product installed in their companies and homes but he had no say in it.“But you are the…”“Yeah but i don’t handle Tradtech businesses anymore…” Coyle explained, of course he remains one of the biggest shareholder of Tradtech but he didn’t manage the business…he was focused on other lines of business and his wifeTalking of his wife, Hazel had just stepped into the hall with Muna and the others. A smile formed on his lips before he turned to those business men “Excuse me”They chuckled among themselves “He is a finished man, look at him running to his wife” they burst out in laughter
Mia sat in her office watching a Korean movie with a wide smile plastered on her face. She had chosen to be happy and come to terms with the fact that she will never get a fairytale romance life.A knock came from the door, and she frowned. “I am busy,” she yelled and continued with her movie, but the door pushed open, and her gaze shifted to the door.“You.” She quickly dropped her phone, and Jude scanned her office, his gaze landing on the many awards she displayed in her office, and couldn’t help but chuckle; it was so her.“Uhm…how can I help you?” Mia asked while rubbing her palms nervously, It’s been a month, and she hasn’t talked to him and chose to focus on healing because she knew there was no way he would ever consider her.“Here,” he shoved a folder to Mia, who picked it up and went through it, and her eyes lit up, but she chose to be composed.“Is this real?” she asked, and Jude nodded, and a smile formed on her lips.“Wait…why did you accept now?” She wondered, earlier wh
Damon was quickly sent to the emergency room with Dora, and Arthur kept pacing in front of the ward with Muna.“My grandson,” Muna was all pale from crying so much; she just wanted her grandson to be fine.“He will be fine,” Coyle said from behind, and they all turned to him before Muna hurried and hugged him tightly.“Coyle…Coyle.”“I am fine, Muna.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at Arthur, who nodded.“How is Hazel?” Muna asked, and Coyle nodded.“They are fine,” he replied with a wide smile. The doctors already did a checkup on her, and she was fine… All she needed was rest and a good meal.“They?” Arthur questioned.“Hmm…she is pregnant,” he blurted, and they all got sore eyes before the emergency ward pushed open.“How are they?” Arthur hurried to the doctor.“Your wife’s case is so critical, and I don’t think she will be able to live past five minutes,” the doctor explained, and Arthur gritted his teeth.“But your son is fine… He will be transferred to the general ward soon,
Dora chuckled and smacked her lips. “Coyle Anderson,” she called, and he walked closer and stood next to Damon.“Where is Hazel?”“If you go on your knee and beg me, then maybe…just maybe I could tell you where she is.” Dora burst out in laughter; she couldn’t believe they thought she was going to tell them where Hazel was.“I gave you what you asked for, so why didn’t you keep your side of the deal?” Coyle questioned, and Dora scoffed.“So what? I tell you where Hazel is and then get arrested by the cops?” She questioned, and Ray’s gaze moved to her phone, which was on the chair and kept ringing in silence.“Why? Why do this to me? My parents loved you.” Coyle questioned because he just couldn’t understand why Dora could do such.“I will check the other rooms.” Damon walked past Dora and picked up her phone before he dialled the number that just called her.“The ship is ready, but the lady keeps nagging. Is it okay if we give her sleeping pills?” A voice asked over the phone, and Dam
Coyle hurried to the kid who had cried his eyes out; there was a bomb wrapped around his waist, and he had no idea what to do.“Calm down….I am here,” he muttered and suddenly heard footsteps from the door. He quickly turned to find the cops and the expert.“Hurry up,” he prompted the expert, who stepped forward and got busy trying to deactivate the bomb.“Get him out of here…please,” Coyle said and turned to leave when Sven called.“Father…please, I am scared; don’t leave me here,” he cried out, and Coyle clenched his fist.He walked back, and the expert was taking a lot of time to deactivate the bomb. “It’s complicated, one minute,” he assured Coyle before he finally succeeded in deactivating it.“Sven…these men will take you home, and I will be right there, okay? I just have to find the criminals responsible for this,” he explained to the kid, who nodded.“Come with me.” Coyle pointed at the expert who followed him to his car, and he drove out before dialling Ray’s contact.“Did yo
Coyle had signalled the officers, and they were busy searching for Sven as well, and Sharon served everyone coffee, but they were all anxious waiting for Dora’s message.It had been more than an hour since she last called, and Coyle was already losing his mind. “She is doing this intentionally,” Coyle cursed before he clenched his fist.Damon’s phone rang, and he stared at them. “It’s her,” he said, and the call got connected before he placed it on speaker.“Your wife is such a nuisance, and I am tired of her… So I will tell you her location,” Dora said with a frustrated tone. She was tired.“And Sven…he is so noisy.”“Why do you have Sven? He is your grandson, so will you also hurt him?” Tasha asked in disbelief, was Dora that heartless?“I know how much Coyle loves his kid and wife, so I am going to hold onto them dearly,” she chuckled before Coyle’s phone signalled new messages.Dora had sent images to him; the first was one of Hazel tied to a chair with a bomb wrapped around her,
Coyle kept driving at full speed. After Dora had called her men, they were able to track Hazel’s location and immediately got into the car and drove out.“We are almost there.” Jude was behind his car with Ray, and they kept driving at full speed before arriving at the forest driveway leading to the mansion.“Coyle!!” Coyle’s gaze moved out of the window when he heard Hazel call; he saw a truck drive past them, and he could spot Hazel by the window.He quickly stopped the car. “Hazel…” he muttered and turned the wheels of his car, but countless nails were poured behind the truck, but he didn’t mind and drove past them as it ruined all his tyres.“Hazel,” he called and kept driving, but his car slowed down, and the truck was suddenly out of sight. He hurried down the car and pulled his hair in frustration when Jude and Ray ran to him.“They transferred her,” Ray said, and Coyle kicked his car angrily and kept pulling his hair…he was close…so close to her.“Fuck…fuck Dora,” he scolded a
Damon had stayed in his bedroom for a while now, lost in thought. He can’t believe his world was falling apart. All this while he blamed Coyle, meanwhile his mum was behind it.His phone rang, bringing him out of his trance, and he checked the caller…it was Coyle.He chuckled; this was the first time in ten years that Coyle ever rang his phone. “Hmm,” Damon said once the call got connected.“We are all set.”Damon walked out of his bedroom and downstairs before he scanned the sitting room but couldn’t find anyone. His gaze landed on Dora’s phone, which was on the table.His gaze moved to the kitchen, where he found Dora making coffee, so he hurried to her phone and unlocked it before he kept manipulating it.“Is it linked?” Damon asked Coyle who was still connected, but there was no reply, so he kept trying to link the phone.“It’s linked.” Coyle said, “We are going through the messages and her call logs…” Coyle added, and Damon dropped the phone and rubbed his palms nervously, hoping
Jude kept going through the company footage on his laptop. He had seen when some men hurried and hid in Hazel’s car before she got in. He kept replaying it to see if he could get their faces, but they all wore masks.Ray sat next to him with a frustrated tone. “Wait…zoom in,” he said, and Jude did just that before he stared at the watch one of the men had.“It’s customised, there must be a name….keep zooming” he said before he stood up and walked to Coyle who has been busy making phone calls, he just wanted everyone on the case.“If Dora has her, then believe me, she won’t hurt her… There is something she wants and probably plans to use her as collateral,” he explained, and Coyle chuckled.“Her husband is scared of her….so isn't that enough signal that she is a crazy person?” Coyle scolded before his gaze shifted to the door and he spotted Damon; he clenched his fist and walked to the door.“You have some balls showing up here” he scolded and Damon itched his nose.“I only came to hel