The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Ellaya's face. A chilly touch grazed her face as she twisted in her sleep, flinching in her banket and twitching her eyes. Her finger curled into the warmth of her blanket. The deep captivating voice - pulled her from her slumber. "Good morning, princess." The aroma of freshly brewed coffee danced in the air coaxing her eyes to open. She blinked, her lashes fluttering, and peeked out from beneath her hand. Everything felt like a dream - the kind you never want to wake up from Thought of last night, of him, swirled in her mind, keeping her awake until dawn. And there he was leaning over the edge of her bed, his gaze intense, like a character out of a forbidden romance novel. From her eyes to her jaw and lips, his knuckles traced her face. There was a pause in the silence as their eyes met and remained fixed on each other until his voice reverberated through the empty space. "Good morning Love". He move
"I plead guilty." The courtroom was hushed, the air thick with anticipation. Ellaya Stone stood tall, her gaze unyielding as she uttered those damming words: The judge, a stern figure in black robes, raised an eyebrow."Ms. Stone, are you certain you do not wish to say anything in your defence?" Ellaya's lips curved into a sardonic smile "I, Ellaya Stone, accept responsibility for all of my crimes. As Mr Iden Ruan's personal assistant at Ruan Corporation, I stole and sold the company's proprietary information to the M&D group. I also poisoned Mr Alex Ruan, leaving him comatose." Her admission hung heavy in the room. The man opposite her, Iden Ruan himself watched her with eyes that held both anger and something deeper- a glint of melancholy. "Life in prison sentenced for Ms Ellaya Stone." the judge declared. Ellaya's pride remained intact as she extended her hands to be handcuffed, stepping alongside two police officers. But her gaze lingered on Iden, that mocking smile stil
In the dim moonlight, his breath hitched as he reached for the doorknob, fingers trembling. The wood groaned in protest and the door swung open, revealing a room steeped in memories. there, on the wall, a faded photograph captured a moment frozen in time: a radiant woman beside a man, their smiles etched into the paper. But an ache in his chest told a story beyond the frame. His knuckles whitened, clenched fists trembling like fragile birds. The room's air thickened, anchoring him to the floorboards. His gaze fixed on the photograph fading with age, But words eluded him trapped in his throat, a silent plea. "Ellaya," he rasped, the syllables etching pain across his chest. His trembling fingers brushed the frame, a whispered against time's canvas. The curtains swayed, revealing an emptiness that echoed through his chest. The photograph clung to the wall, sepia hues softening the edges of memories. She, radiant in lace, defied the years. He traced her counters the curves of her cheek
"It is her," he exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and running out of the café.He looked both left and right, but the empty road was all he could see. A moment ago, she was standing there, staring with those doe like purple eyes, but in an instant, she was gone—vanishing into thin air. It cannot be his imagination, right? It cannot be a delusion once more, right? Ana came running out of the cafe"Iden... what's wrong?" He pivoted to locate Anna . "Nothing," he said, pausing for a moment before taking her hand and pulling her away "let's go."With great strides, he left the place, determined not to waste any more time and to tell her nothing. Just as they were leaving, a black figure emerged from behind a large tree not far from the café. She lit the cigarette while leaning against the tree, and in just one puff, half of it turned into ashes that disappeared into thin air and fell to the ground. Her cigarette and smoking style were not as elegant as the ladies out there, but rat
"You, what are you doing here"The woman woke up from her sleep and shouted at the person standing at the door of the room. "She is back... She is back from prison." "How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken.""No, my informant can't be wrong." He had confidence in his men. With a wobbly leg, the man got onto the bed and held the terrified middle-aged woman. Her body was fluttering, and she could not say anything after hearing what her husband had said.In dark cornern of the room, the woman in black sneered and lurched away silently. She was uninterested in their conversation. She entered a vast library where thousands of books were lying in wait for someone to read them. Moving around, she took out book number 1017. The book was an old, romantic novel. But she was not here to read the book. She jiggled it vigorously, and a piece of paper fell out. She gently held the paper while maintaining the book's o
Tall, obstinate trees dancing to the light breeze and the sounds of passing birds as the dew on their leaves kisses the morning sun. The cutton in the white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his associates. The first view he saw was not the beautiful one he dreamed about every night, but a white ceiling, and he realized he was in a hospital room."What'm I doing here?"His voice was hoarse and his head was heavy. He even felt a sort of pain in his neck. "Boss, we found you fainted and were unconscious all night. You had fever, the doctors said, you should stay under observation and rest for the next few days."He was surprised to learn that the night before he had a fever. He appeared to have seen her and even hugged her, as far as he could recall. But how did he end up passing out in the street? How come she disappeared? Once more, was it an illusion or a dream? No, that is not possible to
The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. He was taller than six feet three inches, with a bull-like, muscular, and angular build, as well as prominent cheekbones, a prominent jawline, an elegant nose, and lips that were meant to be kissed. The most striking aspect of his face, though, were his silver-grey eyes, which had the angelic grandeur while perfectly capturing the essence of the living, breathing devil. enhances the shine in his black hair even more.It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.His every step was confident and assertive, and as James followed, a group of people in black followed suit. He was tugging on his Rolex watch as James recited the schedule.The chauffeur reached forward to open the door of his black limo
A short-haired woman with a cute little face was lying upright on the couch, holding a novel in one hand and wearing a face mask. She was swaying in the air with both of her legs swinging out of the armrest. A lovely melody was playing in the background as a melodic voice filled the room.A brief moment afterward, she heard the door knock and a content smile appeared on her face. She placed her novel on the tea table and yanked out the mask as she strode to pull the knob, a confectionary smile spreading across her face. She dragged the person inside, but the visitor did not seem as pleased as she was. Ellaya jerked her hands from her grip, hurriedly entering the room, and barked at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I beli