Alexander sat alone in his dimly lit study, the weight of his downfall pressing on his shoulders like a heavy stone. His hands trembled slightly as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, though the burn of the alcohol no longer brought him any comfort. The once-mighty businessman who had controlled millions, who had walked into any room with power and confidence, was now a man on the edge of ruin.His business empire had crumbled, his wealth had vanished, and now, he was left with only the house he lived in—his last piece of dignity. The world that once bowed before him had turned its back. He had been betrayed by fate, by circumstances, and perhaps… by something more.He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. His thoughts were a storm, chaotic and unforgiving."Who did I offend?" The question filled in his mind pouring like the whiskey in his glass. He replayed the moments that had led to his fall, trying to piece together where it all went wrong.At first, he had
Richard sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone with shaking hands. His body felt weak, drained of the little energy he had left. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind, each syllable hitting him like a hammer to the chest."You have six days left, Richard. Six."Six days.Just six more days before everything went dark. Before his sins caught up with him. Before the life he had once controlled slipped through his fingers, leaving nothing behind but the wreckage of his choices.Regret hit him at his throat. He began to think about all the evil life he had lived in the past.In all his years of wealth, power, and influence, he had never once considered that his end would come like this alone, helpless, counting down the days to his inevitable death.His hand trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, stopping at one name.Daniela.His heart pounded.Would she even answer? Would she listen?He had done so much to her. Hurt her in ways that could never be undone. And yet, h
Richard barely slept that night.His body was weak, his skin pale, and his breaths felt heavier than before. The walls of his once-luxurious mansion felt like a prison closing in on him, suffocating him with regret and fear.Six days.The doctor’s words kept replaying in her head.Each passing second was a countdown to his end, a reminder that he had run out of time. His power, his wealth, his influence—none of it could buy him another day.But there was one thing he could still do.One truth he could reveal before death silenced him forever.And there was only one person who deserved to hear it.Daniela.She hadn't answered his calls yesterday, ignoring them as if he was nothing. He couldn't blame her. He had destroyed her life in ways even he couldn't fully comprehend.But today, she would have no choice but to listen.With trembling fingers, he typed out a message.Richard:Daniela, I have a secret to tell you. There’s something I did to you that I need to confess. Please, come
A deafening silence filled the room.Daniela stood frozen, her mind struggling to process Richard’s words."I killed your son."The sentence echoed in her ears, each word cutting deeper than the last.Her breath hitched.Her chest tightened.Her vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes.And then, like a sudden storm, rage overtook her."You did WHAT?" she screamed.Before Gabriel could react, Daniela lunged at Richard.Her hands wrapped around his frail neck, fingers pressing into his paper-thin skin as she shook him violently."You bastard! You MONSTER!" she shrieked, her entire body trembling with fury.Richard gasped, struggling against her grip, but his illness had drained him of all strength.His bony hands weakly clutched at hers, but she was relentless."You killed my baby?!" Daniela’s voice cracked as sobs racked her body. "You took my child away from me?!"Gabriel quickly moved, grabbing Daniela by the shoulders and pulling her back."Let go, Daniela!" he urged, his voice f
The wailing of motors echoed through the neighborhood, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the house. Bright red and blue lights flashed against the walls as multiple officers walked inside, their boots marching against the tiled floor.Two officers immediately approached Gabriel and Daniela, while the others turned to Richard, who was still buried on the ground, his face bruised from Gabriel’s punch."Who is the suspect?" one of the officers asked.Gabriel pointed at Richard without hesitation. "Him."Two officers moved forward, their expressions grim as they dragged Richard up from the floor. He groaned in pain but didn’t resist. He was too weak, too defeated."Richard Dane, you are under arrest for murder, child endangerment, and multiple crimes yet to be determined," one officer said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You should remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."Richard let out a weak, bitter laughter. "It d
Alexander sat in his dimly lit office, his fingers pressed against his temples. His entire life felt like it was going out of control. First, he lost his businesses, then his properties, and now—now he had just discovered the most horrifying truth of all.Richard, his own brother, was responsible for the murder of his child. The same child that had once been the only connection keeping him and Daniela tied together.His body felt confused as he leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of the revelation pressed on his chest like an arrow. How could Richard—his own blood,be capable of something so disastrous?A deep sigh escaped his lips as he reached for his phone. His fingers scrolled through Daniela’s contact, but he hesitated. He had chased her away, treated her with cold indifference when she needed him the most. Would she even want to hear from him now?Frustrated, he rolled his phone on the desk and grabbed his keys. He needed answers. He needed to lo
Alexander sat in his dimly lit study, a thick cloud of cigar smoke twisting around him. The leather chair beneath him creaked as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the contract lying before him, the bolded words burning into his mind.This wasn’t just another business deal. It was a desperate attempt to bring down what little remained of his empire.He breathed deeply, the bitter scent of whiskey mixing with the smoke. His company,once a powerhouse in the financial world was now crumbling. Bad investments, betrayal, and scandal had left him with few options. Banks had turned their backs on him, old allies had disappeared, and now, only one man was willing to offer him a way out.Victor Mikhailov.The name alone sent a chill down Alexander’s spine. The Russian tycoon was infamous for his ruthless business tactics. He wasn’t the kind of man who forgave debts. If Alexander signed this deal, he wouldn’t just be entering a business arrangemen
The prison walls were thick, damp, and lifeless, swallowing the crazy screams of those who had walked the path Richard Dane was about to take. The air inside the dimly lit execution chamber was heavy with the scent of sweat, iron, and the cold indifference of justice. The chains around Richard’s wrists sounded as he was dragged forward by two guards, his once-confident posture now reduced to the trembling form of a man facing his own mortality.His breath came in short, uneven gasps. His heart pounded violently in his chest as the reality of the situation dawned at his mind. Just a few weeks ago, he had been a man who commanded power, manipulating those around him with ease. But now, stripped of influence, abandoned by allies, and reviled by society, he was nothing more than a condemned soul awaiting judgment.“No… no, you can’t do this!” Richard thrashed against the firm grip of the guards, his voice was filled from days of shouting, pleading, and cursing the world that had turn
Gabriel stared at Daniela's name on his phone screen, his thumb hanging over the call button. His mind screamed at him to stop, to delete her number and erase her from his life. But his foolish bleeding heart refused to listen. He pressed the button. The phone rang once and then twice then also the third time. His ear began to shake as he imagined her reaction. Would She scoff at the sight of his name? Would she Ignore him completely? Or worse still was she Lying in Alexander's arms, Laughing at his desperation?. On the fourth ring, The call connected . A cold, detached voice filled his ears. “ Hello?”. Gabriel's breath almost left him. He hadn't really prepared for this . Now that She was on the line, the words tangled inside him, choking him. He had imagined her reaction when she saw his name on her screen. Was she smiling at his call?Would she groan in annoyance and cut the call while rolling her eyes at Alexander? But now that she had picked the call, all he could do
Gabriel sat in the dimly lit living room, staring blankly at the wall. The silence of the house was suffocating, pressing against his chest like a heavy weight. The absence of Daniela felt like a gaping hole in his life, one that he never imagined would exist.Just days ago, this house was filled with warmth, laughter, and the familiar presence of the woman he loved. Now, it was just an empty space—lifeless, cold, and unbearably quiet.He let out a long, shaky breath as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. His eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, flickered toward the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table. He had never been much of a drinker, but tonight, the burn of alcohol seemed like the only thing keeping him grounded."Why, Daniela?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do this to me?"The pain in his chest tightened as memories of her flooded his mind. The way she used to smile at him, the way she would rest her head on his shoulder after a long da
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the vast, fertile lands of the village as Alexander’s convoy approached. The air buzzed with excitement, and the entire community had gathered in anticipation of the arrival of their new king and queen.Alexander sat in the back of his luxurious black car,his fingers joined together as he stared out of the window. Beside him, Daniela sat quietly, her expression unreadable. She was dressed in a flowing royal blue gown, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered in the fading sunlight.She had not spoken much since they left the city. Alexander had noticed the distant look in her eyes, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was here with him, and soon, she would be crowned as his queen.The journey had been long, winding through dusty roads and dense forests, but finally, they reached the grand palace at the heart of the village. The palace, though ancient, stood with an air of majesty—its walls adorned w
Gabriel stood frozen, his entire world crashing down around him. The wrumpled note in his trembling hands felt heavier than it should, as if it carried the weight of all the emotions swirling inside him. His chest tightened, his breathing uneven as the words replayed in his mind. I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to understand, but I have to go. Please don’t look for me.His throat left him and before he knew it, hot tears welled up in his eyes. His hands trembled as he wiped his face, but the tears kept coming. He let out a sharp breath, gripping the edge of the dining table for support.Why?Why would Daniela suddenly leave him like this? After everything they had been through, after everything he had done for her?He staggered backward, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. His mind reeled with unanswered questions. This wasn’t just a simple breakup—it didn’t make sense. Daniela had given no signs of being unhappy. She had never complained. If anything, she had seemed happy
Gabriel stirred in his sleep, shifting slightly as he reached out for Daniela, expecting to feel the warmth of her body beside him. His fingers touched nothing but cold sheets. His brows furrowed as his eyes flickered open. The dim glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the empty space beside him.“Daniela?” he called groggily, his voice thick with sleep. No response.His heart pounded slightly as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and checked the time—2:37 AM. A strange sense of unease crept up his spine.Maybe she had gone to the bathroom? He swung his legs off the bed, planting his feet on the cold tiles before standing up. He walked toward the bathroom door and knocked lightly.“Dani?”Silence.His chest tightened as he pushed the door open, only to find the bathroom empty. He frowned, stepping out into the dimly lit bedroom. His eyes darted around, his mind struggling to stay rational.“She must be in the kitchen,” he murmure
The city was wrapped in silence, the streets nearly empty except for the occasional flicker of headlights cutting through the night. The digital clock on the bedside table blinked 2:13 AM in bold red numbers, casting a faint glow in the dimly lit bedroom.Gabriel lay beside her, deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily. The rhythmic sound of his breathing should have been comforting—it always had been. But tonight, it suffocated her.Daniela sat up slowly, careful not to make a sound.Her mind was a tangled mess.She didn’t understand what was happening to her. A few hours ago, she had been living her normal life—working, loving Gabriel, planning for their future. But now, all she could think about was Alexander.His voice.His face.His presence.It was like an invisible thread was pulling her toward him, tightening around her chest, making it impossible to breathe unless she was closer to him.Her heart ached for him.And she had no idea why.Shaking off the confusion, s
The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting soft golden hues through the curtains of Daniela’s cozy apartment. The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional chirping of birds outside. It was her day off from work, and she had planned to rest, maybe even do some cleaning, but she hadn’t expected a visitor.And certainly not him.Alexander stood at her doorstep, his usual confident smile in place, holding a neatly arranged gift bag. Daniela's brows furrowed in mild surprise. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him in weeks. She had moved on—at least, she thought she had.Still, curiosity got the better of her."What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms.Alexander let out a small chuckle, his deep voice smooth. "Relax, Daniela. I just wanted to check on you. No pressure, no trouble. Just... an old friend bringing a gift."Her eyes flickered down to the bag in his hand.She hesitated.She knew Alexander too well. He was never one to do things wit
Alexander sat in his lavishly furnished bedroom, the golden chandelier above casting a dim glow over the space. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and faint traces of burning incense—remnants of the chief priest’s visit from the previous day.On the polished mahogany table in front of him lay a small, dark vial.He picked it up, rolling it between his fingers. The chief priest had promised him that this would change everything. One drop of the sacred potion, and Daniela would no longer resist him. She would no longer see Gabriel. She would no longer refuse his love."Daniela, you will be mine again. You don’t have a choice."The thought sent a wicked thrill through him.He leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. He had spent the entire night thinking about how things had spiraled out of his control.When he and Daniela were together, he had never once thought she would leave him. He had been confident—too confident—tha
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows of Alexander’s penthouse, casting long shadows across the floor. He had barely slept, his thoughts consumed by the memory of Daniela—her laughter, her sharp tongue, the way her eyes once softened when she looked at him. But that was in the past. Now, she was engaged to another man, willingly giving herself to someone who wasn’t him.That knowledge burned through his veins.No matter what, she would be his.A sharp knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts. He straightened, already knowing who it was. He strode toward the door, his heart pounding with anticipation, and pulled it open.Chief Priest Okanga stood before him, draped in a flowing red robe embroidered with ancient symbols. His presence was as commanding as ever, his dark eyes holding the wisdom of generations past. Around his neck, cowries and beads rattled softly as he stepped inside.“You summoned me, my prince,” Okanga said in his deep, measured voice.Alex