Mary got up from the bed and hurried out, thinking that maybe she could still find her grandfather. Unfortunately, he had left the mansion several hours ago."Mary, my dear, where are you going?" Catherine asked."I'm looking for my grandfather!""Sweetheart, your grandfather left last night. He onl
After several days at the mansion, Catherine had to leave on a trip for some family business. This time, she couldn't take Mary with her, so before leaving, she said:"Mary, I'll be gone for a few days, but you won't be alone. Emma will stay with you. If you need anything, you can ask her.""Yes, Gr
After several days in the hospital, Mary was moved to a private room. The danger had passed. Now, only her physical wounds needed to heal, but they would also need to work on her emotional scars. During all those days, Catherine kept recalling how Mary had come into her life five years ago, bringing
“Maximus, what are you doing sitting here? Why don’t you go in and see your wife?” Catherine said, snapping him out of the many memories that were circling in his mind.Internally, Catherine still hoped her grandson and Mary would continue their marriage, so she clung to the hope that Maximus would
“I see the superficial wounds are healing very well. Now let’s take a look at the one on your wrist.”As the doctor examined Mary, she turned to the window to avoid looking directly at her husband. She thought, “What is he doing here? Why is he here? Now he cares about what happens to me? No, I don’
Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Maximus took a seat on the sofa beside the bed. He watched the face of the young woman before him. It had been a long time since he had stopped to really look at her. Physically, his wife was no longer the same "girl" he had first met. Now she had a more mature fac
It was July 17th. That morning, the sun was shining brightly, its light filtering through the curtains. Maximus had gotten up early to go for a run. It was Saturday, yet he still planned to go to the office. His plans changed abruptly when his phone rang—it was his grandmother."Hello," he answered,
The sun streamed through the curtains of the entire mansion, signaling that morning had arrived. Mary woke up and, to her surprise, founda a letter addressed to her on her bed. The sender was her beloved grandfather, Albert. She opened it and read its contents.[My dear granddaughter,Today is your
After a few emotional minutes at Peter’s final resting place, Marcus Bartz gently urged Valerie to leave. The security team had signaled that someone was loitering nearby—a risk Marcus couldn’t afford.“My beloved Valerie, we need to go. It’s dangerous to stay here,” Marcus said, his eyes scanning t
After half an hour of driving, a convoy of three SUVs arrived at the entrance of Flavian Cemetery. From the lead vehicle stepped the striking couple, returning to Valentia after what felt like an eternity away.The man took the woman’s hand and helped her out of the SUV. A bodyguard handed them the
[In Ambervale, two decades later]In a private hangar at Flameco Airport in Eterna, a strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair descended from a sleek private jet. Ahead of her was a tall, commanding man with sharp, rugged features, his face partially covered by a neatly trimmed beard and a p
In Ambervale, two months had passed since Albert’s death, and Agent Count had finally uncovered key information related to Albert Preston’s arrest.“Mrs. Catherine, can we meet? I have something I believe will interest you. I’ve sent part of it to your email, but it’s imperative you see the rest in
Peter and Mary arrived home in Galea after their long journey. Mary was still fragile, so Peter had instructed the staff to provide her with all the help she might need. Agnes, ever attentive, had prepared a delicious meal, knowing the expectant mother needed nourishment. She felt it was her duty to
Maximus arrived in Valeria and went straight to see Alexia. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her anger, but he hadn’t expected to find her in loose clothing, her eyes and nose red from crying. When his gaze fell on her swollen belly, he felt like the most miserable man alive. She was the mother o
As Marcus learned of Albert Preston’s death, Catherine retreated to her bedroom, carrying the urn holding the ashes of the man who had been her last love. Meanwhile, Peter lay on the bed, gently stroking Mary’s hair. The soothing motion had helped her relax enough to sleep, so Peter remained still,
Marcus Bartz had just settled into a luxurious house along Coravela’s Arcfield Boulevard, overlooking the beach. The property offered stunning ocean views and was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems.It was a sprawling house for a man living alone, and his sudden arrival didn’t go unnot
Hours later, Catherine, Leonard, and Maximus returned to the mansion with Albert’s ashes in a beautiful white onyx urn. Catherine held it as if her life depended on it, her grip tight, her expression stoic. She longed to retreat to her room, where she could grieve in private. Life, it seemed, had de