Third Person's povAs the man gets to work fixing the car, Jessie and the quintuplets get to know him. His name is Harold, and he's a mechanic from the next town over. He tells them that he was on his way to a job when he saw their car broken down on the side of the road. He couldn't just drive by and leave them there, so he pulled over to help. The quintuplets are fascinated by Harold's stories about fixing cars, and they ask him a million questions.Eventually, Harold finishes fixing the car, and they all pile back inside. "You folks be safe now," he says, waving as they drive off. "And if you ever need any help, you know where to find me." The quintuplets wave and thank him, and Jessie feels a surge of gratitude. Without Harold's help, they would have been stranded for hours. As they drive home, they all feel a sense of relief and joy.They pull into the parking lot of the best restaurant in town, and everyone piles out of the car. They're all starving, and they can't wait to eat.
Third person's povAs Melanie sits at her desk the next day, her phone rings. She answers it, and her father's voice comes through the line. "Hello, Melanie," he says, his tone curt. She doesn't want to pick the call but then, she thought twice towards it. Even though she knew her Father call is always close to ruining her mood. She did, and did regretted it seconds later. "I have some news for you." Melanie's heart sinks. She knows what's coming. "What is it, father?" she asks, her voice resigned. "I've arranged a marriage for you," he says, his tone smug. "You'll be marrying the son of one of our business partners. I expect you to be on your best behavior."Melanie's mind is racing. She doesn't want to marry someone she doesn't know, someone her father has chosen for her. She's not sure what to do. She looks around her office, feeling trapped. Then, she sees a picture of her and Scott, laughing together at a party. A memory comes rushing back to her, of Scott telling her he loved
Third Person's povAs Xander waits for the ambulance to arrive, he tries to keep Jessie as calm as possible. He talks to her softly, telling her everything will be alright. "Just focus on your breathing," he says, his voice soothing. "I'm here with you, and we'll get through this together." In the midst of the chaos, he can't help but feel a sense of love and gratitude for his wife. They've been through so much together, and he knows that they're stronger because of it.He almost couldn't keep his cool. He's vehemently trying to keep it under check and he hopes it keeps working. Finally, the paramedics arrive and whisk Jessie away to the hospital. Xander follows closely behind, his mind racing with worry. He calls his mother-in-law to tell her what's happened, and she promises to come as soon as she can. As Xander sits in the waiting room, he tries to focus on anything but the worst-case scenario. He knows that Jessie is strong and resilient, and he has faith that she'll pull throug
Third Person's povXander slowly opened his eyes and turned his palm over. The coin had landed on heads. "Looks like I'm going to the hospital," he said, a sense of relief washing over him. He grabbed his coat and headed out the door. On the way to the hospital, he tried to prepare himself for the worst. But deep down, he was hoping for the best.When he arrived at the hospital, he made his way to the ICU, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and entered the room, where he saw Jessie lying in the bed, hooked up to a variety of machines. He took a few steps closer and saw that she was awake, her eyes open and looking at him. He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Hey there," he said, trying to sound upbeat. "How are you feeling?"And just then, the doctor walked in and smiled." She's getting better."At that, Xander nodded positively. "Great."Knowing the doctor has come to attend to Jessie, he walked out of the room, to see one of his guard awaiting
Third Person's pov"Fred," she said, her tone sharp. "I know you're up to something, and I'm warning you now: stay away from Xander." Fred's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a surge of anger. How dare his mother try to control him like this? But he kept his cool, his lips curling into a false smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, his voice calm and even. But his mother wasn't buying it.He slipped quietly into the study, his heart racing as he reached for the safe. He knew the combination by heart, and he quickly turned the dial, opening the door with a satisfying click. He reached inside, pulling out the documents he needed. He couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as he looked at them, knowing that they would finally give him the power he deserved. With a satisfied smirk, he put the documents in his bag and headed for the door. But as he reached for the doorknob, he heard footsteps behind him.Xander flung the door open, his eyes landing on his bro
Third Person's pov Fred sat down at the dining table, his mind still reeling from the earlier confrontation with Xander. He tried to focus on his food, but his appetite had vanished. The only thing he could think about was the argument he'd had with his brother, and how close he'd come to losing his temper. He knew that wouldn't have been good for anyone, least of all Jessie and the kids. So he tried to push the thoughts from his mind and focus on the food in front of him. But it was no use.As Fred's mother sat in her room, she couldn't help but wonder what had brought him back home. She knew he had been living at the penthouse for some time, and she had assumed that he was doing well there. But something must have changed, she thought. What could have happened to make him come back? She was concerned for him, and for the rest of the family. She knew that tensions had been high between Fred and Xander for some time, and she feared that this could be the beginning of something much w
Third person's povAs Samantha was processing Xander's response, the waiter arrived with the bill. Xander took it from him and pulled out his wallet. "I'll get this," he said, quickly handing the waiter his credit card. Samantha looked at him, a confused expression on her face. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Of course," Xander said, not meeting her gaze. He seemed eager to get out of the situation. As he waited for the waiter to return with his card, he fidgeted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.Jessie cleared her throat loudly, drawing Samantha's attention to her. Samantha's eyes widened as she realized that the woman sitting next to Xander was not just a friend, but his wife. And she had five kids! She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I... I'm so sorry," she stammered, looking back and forth between Xander and Jessie. "I had no idea..." Xander and Jessie exchanged a glance, and then Xander spoke up. "It's okay," he said, his voice reassuring. "It was nice to see you a
Third person's povAs Xander's mother turned to leave, Fred yelled after her, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere!" he said, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not leaving until he accepts me!" His mother turned back to face him, her eyes filled with disappointment. "This isn't the way to solve your problems, Fred," she said, her tone soft but firm. "You can't force someone to accept you. It has to come from within."Xander's mother gave him one last look, then turned and walked out the door. Fred stood there, alone in the living room, his emotions swirling inside him. He felt angry, hurt, and lost. He didn't know what to do next. He sank down onto the couch, his head in his hands, his mind racing. He didn't know how to make things right. He just knew that he couldn't give up.There was a loud crash as the front door was kicked in, and Fred's gang members streamed into the room. They swaggered around the room, eyes scanning the space for threats. When they spotte