Without turning back, Sherry followed her instinct and ran along the familiar but dark corridor. She could hear footsteps behind her when she was halfway done. She gritted her teeth and increased her pace as she made a run for it. “Ahh,” Sherry hissed in pain when she fell down on her knees. Wobbling, she forced herself to stand up and even if she was limping, she continued to run. She knew she could not have hurt Chris when she hit him back there, but it was enough to buy time for her to keep her distance between them. Taking the help of her muscle memory, she finally reached the open lobby of the 7th floor. “A-anyone? Help!” She shouted as soon as she was in the open but got no response. As she rushed out of the hallway, she noticed that the light in the other buildings was still on. It was only her floor that had lost its power. Also, weirdly, there was no one there except her at that moment…as if she was isolated and everything was planned.“I need to live first,” Sherry powe
Sherry slowly opened her eyes, feeling a dull ache in her head. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on her surroundings. All she could see was a bright, sterile-looking room with white walls and a single window. She's lying in a clean, white bed, hooked up to an IV drip that's connected to her left hand. ‘Where am I?’ Frowning, Sherry thought. She struggled to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain in her leg. She strained her eyes before finally, she could get a better look at the room."Easy there," a voice said. She turned her head to see Levian sitting by her side, looking concerned. "How are you feeling?"Sherry took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "I'm okay," she said, though her voice was weak. "Where are we?"Levian looked at her with a mixture of sadness, regret, and relief. "The Capital hospital is no longer safe," he said. "So I transferred us to a private hospital owned by my grandfather."Sherry's eyes widened in surprise. "Your grandfather owns a hos
The underground cell was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The bulbs that hung from the wall were flickering- as if it was about to go out any second. Just beneath the bulb, two chairs were kept opposite each other.Two men, Chris, and the assassin who had tried to attack Victor, were tied to chairs, unconscious. Both of their faces were swollen and filled with bruises, indicating the rough night they had. “Wake them up!”A tall and imposing figure dressed in a black suit stood before them. “Yes, sir.” Levian watched in indifference as Roy splashed water on the two men, awakening them with a jolt.Levian wasted no time, his gaze locked onto Chris. "Who gave you the order to kill Sherry?" he demanded. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.” Chris denied any knowledge. Levian reached out and grabbed Chris by his throat. “Don’t play dumb with me Chris!” Levian roared as he landed a punch on his face, making Chris wince in pain.“I really don’t know!” Chris said as he
Donald Kruk stopped struggling and froze in horror when he heard the chilling voice. He looked around the room, taking in the dim lighting and the imposing figures surrounding him when he noticed a half-dead man tied to a chair.“Y-You!” Sweat beads formed on his forehead when he realized why he had been brought here. He recognized the man. He tried to hide his fear, but he knew it was written all over his face.Donald Kruk had always been a man of nerves of steel, but as he stood before Levian, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Levian was a formidable presence, with his towering frame and piercing eyes.Levian strode forward, his black suit emphasizing his powerful build. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice low and menacing. He walked slowly around the room, his gaze locked on Donald. "You must be wondering why you're here.”He said, "You owe me some explanation, don’t you?"“W-What ever do you mean by that?” Donald shivered under the menacing gaze. He
When Sherry woke up again, she was alone in the ward. Since she felt much better, she did not feel like sleeping anymore. She sat up on her bed and rang the bell to call for a nurse.She looked around for Levian but there was no sign of him. “Did he go somewhere?” Sherry remembered telling him everything from last night before the medicine kicked in and she drifted to sleep.The door to her ward opened and the doctor who she had seen before walked in. “Any discomforts?” He asked politely as he gave her a subtle check-up. “None,” Sherry thanked the doctor with a slight smile.“If you want to, you can take a walk around,” the doctor suggested. “It will be better for you to get some fresh air too.”After the doctor left the room, Sherry walked out of the bed and wrapped a shawl around her. Still, in her hospital pajamas, she decided to take a stroll around the hospital.“Hmmm,” Sherry breathed in a fresh breeze as she stopped to take a break inside a garden. Since the hospital was a priv
Sherry felt a sense of warmth and gratitude upon hearing the kind words from her grandfather-in-law. However, he took advantage of the moment and slipped in a sly request. "But if I am lucky enough, I want to see my great-grandchild too," he said with a heavy sigh of dejection. "All of my friends are already taking their great-grandchildren to kindergarten and here I am..."Sherry knew that having a child was a risky proposition given her circumstances, but she didn't want to dishearten the old man. "We will discuss it," she said, trying to end the topic on a positive note."Grandpa, I have a question," Sherry said, changing the subject."Ask away," her father-in-law replied with a smile, happy to engage in conversation with his daughter-in-law.“I met elder sister the other day,” Sherry had wanted to ask about Sarah. Although her impression of her was not good, knowing how good of a people Levain and his grandfather were, she felt there was a story behind Sarah too. “Ahh, Sarah,” the
Levian strode down the busy hallway of the hospital, his mind preoccupied with memories of the past. He had walked this same path many times before, but today it felt different. The weight of his thoughts seemed to slow his steps as if he was walking through molasses.Walking the familiar corridor, he paused at Sherry’s office, his eyes locking onto the shiny name tag still affixed to the door. The sight of it made his heart sink. Sherry was one of the most hardworking people he knew, and yet she was targeted and harmed all the time. Just yesterday, there was a malevolent assault on Sherry. It was a miracle that she was still alive, but the hospital seemed to be running as if nothing had happened. "How can they be so insensitive?" he muttered to himself.Without thinking, Levian reached out and plucked the name tag from its perch. “This place doesn't deserve Sherry,” he muttered under his breath, his frustration and anger building inside him. With her qualification and expertise, she
As Stephen plummeted toward the ground, a menacing smile was etched on his lips. Despite falling from that height, it seemed as though he was not worried about the incoming death. “Such beautiful fools they are,” he chuckled as he closed his eyes.“Stephen!” Levian who was startled by Stephen's unexpected maneuver, rushed to the edge of the shattered window. He watched in disbelief as the man extended his arms, spreading them wide. “Checkmate!” Stephen grinned as a parachute opened when he pulled the ripcord from it. Although it did not provide him with a completely safe landing, it was more than enough for him to break his fall so that he could land without his skulls scattering on the ground. ‘He was one step ahead of me!’ Levian watched as Stephen staggered to get on his feet. The buildings they were in were majorly used as storage, hence, the compound of this building was isolated for safety reasons. This worked in favor of Stephen to not attract the attention of any other peop
“Your Lordship.” Stephan knocked on the door from the outside as he waited for permission to enter the master bedroom. A few seconds passed with no reply.“Your Lordship?” He called him again, a little louder this time. After what felt like an eternity, he heard the lock click open from the inside. As the door swung open, he immediately fixed his posture, standing straight in an attentive position. “He’s still sleeping,” a woman in a loosely fitted silk nightgown said as she walked out, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and a lazy smile playing on her lips. She paused in front of Stephan, her siren-like eyes studying him. “You see,” she winked at him flirtily, “he needs to rest.” Her hand reached out to his neck before resting on his collar. “I can give you company until he wakes up,” she added with a seductive smile, but he didn’t react, maintaining his composed demeanor.“Tsk, boring!” she huffed, rolling her eyes before walking away and stepping into the lift to return
“You–you look,” Levian stuttered playfully as Sherry walked inside the room. Putting down the phone he was holding, he rose to his feet, waiting for Sherry to walk up to him.“Look what?” Sherry asked, suppressing the laughter that was about to escape her lips. Standing next to him, she gently tugged at the fake beard on his face. “This feels so real.”Levian helplessly sighed as he caught hold of her hands and pulled them away from his face. “You look beautiful,” Levian chuckled as he pressed his lips on the back of her palm. “Despite this, well, unconventional look.”After staring at her for a while, he added, “Pink suits you a lot.”“Oh really?” Sherry giggled. “You don’t look bad either,” Sherry added, gently patting him on his shoulder. “Just a tad bit older.”Roy scrunched his nose in disgust at the couple. They still had time to flirt around at a time like this.Apart from the fake beard and slicked-back hair that had streaks of gray, the prosthetics added sagging cheeks to Lev
“Sorry about what happened today,” Sherry apologized as she leaned back in her seat. She exhaled a pent-up sigh as she covered her face in her palm. She knew how important this party was for Levian. “It was not your fault, so don’t apologize!” Levian spoke in a low voice, suppressing his anger because he did not want to scare her anymore. Just thinking about how that bastard tried to misbehave with his wife made his blood boil in anger. “I should have never left you alone,” the words grated out of his mouth as he tightly gripped the wheel. “That son of a bitch!” If not for Sherry holding him back, he would have ripped off that little prick’s dick right there and thrown it to the street dogs to feed on.Even though he'd had a bit of wine, Levian was more clear-headed than ever. While Roy went to get the CCTV footage from the security team, Levian kept his eyes on Vincent. In the meantime, Sherry briefly mentioned how she met Vincent on the balcony and what went between them. When Roy
‘Vincent Troy?’ Sherry’s expression darkened almost immediately the moment she looked at him. ‘What is he doing here? Did he follow me?’ She tightly gripped her wine glass as she sidestepped away from the railings of the balcony while making sure her gaze not once left Vincent’s. Maintaining a calm face, she smiled at Vincent, “What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Vincent.” After making sure she was in a safe space she added, “I never thought I would see you after that day in the court.”“Fuck!” Vincent swore under his breath when he was reminded of how humiliatingly Sarah got divorced from him. Glaring at Sherry, he barked at her. “Watch what you say bitch!” The divorce trial in the court made him the laughingstock of the town. Along with his wife, he lost every asset he had in his name and was even disowned by his parents. As if sprinkling salt all over his wound, his father let him have the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy.Running his hands over his hair, he chuckled dangero
When the elderly ladies heard footsteps approaching, they stopped chatting and drinking. They tried to behave as casually as possible when they spotted Sherry walking towards their seating area with Madam Jasmine, even though they had been staring at her since she entered the dinner hall, acting surprised when she took a seat next to them. “Hello, ladies,” Sherry greeted everyone with a polite smile as she took one of the available seats. Madam Jasmine sat beside her and gestured to a waiter to bring over a drink for the new guest. By the time the waiter returned with the drinks, the group of ladies had finished introducing themselves. “Sorry, I don’t really drink,” Sherry quickly rejected the offer when a waiter approached her with a tray of wines. “I am not much of a drinker.” Her alcohol tolerance was notoriously low as she avoided drinking since she had to spend most of her time operating on patients. One of the ladies, Maisel, chuckled as she sipped her wine, "Don't be such a
Fleets of cars drove into the premises of Emerald City Banquet, where Victor Khas was hosting his party. The Banquet was lit with LED and fairy lights and decorated with flowers and sash wherever necessary. While the rest of the city prepared to retire for the night, the guests attending this exclusive event were just getting started. Unlike parties with stars from the entertainment industry, this was a private gathering for the city's leading businessmen and politicians. Therefore, maximum security had been arranged to ensure no paparazzi could enter, except for the designated photographers.Around 10 p.m., Levian and Sherry arrived at the banquet in a Rolls Royce driven by Roy. They were neither late, nor too early, and Levian loved this aspect of social gatherings like these.After all, it was all about making connections. The earlier you arrived, the more people you could meet and vice-versa. From that perspective, it made no sense for them to arrive earlier than necessary. By no
"Nice shot!" Levian clapped as Sherry hit the target dead center. Standing up, he walked over to her just as she was removing her headphones. She placed the gun on the counter and waited for him to approach.“I’ve improved a lot, haven’t I?” Sherry asked with a bright grin as Levian wrapped her in a hug. Pulling back, he chuckled before hugging her again. “Yep, you’re amazing.” And he wasn’t just saying that to make her feel better.Her precision was godlike. Now that she could handle the recoils of the gun, she could easily hit the target. Her focus was one-of-a-kind. Considering how she was the best neurosurgeon in the country, it pretty much made sense. She got better at handling guns than most of his men did and it had just been a week since they started!“Also, there was a call from Grandpa,” Levian said as they were preparing to leave the shooting range. “It seems Mr. Victor Khas is getting discharged today.” Sherry gave a light hum in response. It was better for him to recupera
“Whatever happened to strength training?” Sherry asked as she eyed the gun in her hand. She had expected wrestling or boxing training. Shooting practice was the farthest thing from her imagination. Levian chuckled. “This is better than wrestling,” he said as a man handed him a gun. He gave a light nod to the man. The men in black suits all left, leaving Sherry and Levian alone in the firing range. Pointing to a pair of headphones, he said, “Put them on, you will need them.” Sherry followed his instructions and fixed it around her head. Levian wasn’t wearing anything, but that was expected. He was used to this. When was the first time he learned to shoot? Sherry wondered as she watched him walk inside the booth and raise his gun, his attention all focused on the target in front of him. Bang! Bang! Bang!Levian fired three consecutive bullets, each hitting the pivotal area of the target–the forehead, the heart, and the lungs, while the third bullet lodged itself on the kneecap of the
“What were you talking about with Grandpa?” Levian asked as Sherry entered their room. After dinner, he had excused himself to his room as he was a bit occupied with his company’s work. He was seated behind a desk, working on his laptop after finishing dinner.“Just normal chit chat you know,” said Sherry as she sat down on the bed. Exhaling deeply, she threw herself on the bed, turning her head to look at Levian.Sherry noticed he hadn’t changed his dress. He was still wearing a white shirt, the one he had worn that morning. He had unbuttoned some of the topmost buttons, revealing his clavicle. Sherry gulped as she noticed the veins on his forearms that peeked out from under his messily rolled-up sleeves. “Mr. Smith,” Sherry spoke in a soft voice. “Are you trying to seduce me again?”“Seduce?” Levian raised his eyebrows, quickly faking a frown, “Looks like I need to teach you its real meaning.”Turning around in the chair, he gestured for her to come forward with one hand, while the