The Lynch Hotel was more than just a hotel. It was a symbol of wealth and luxury, a place where only the elite could afford to stay. It was the most expensive hotel in New Hilton City, and only millionaires like the governor, Amanda, Colton and Blake, and a few other exclusive affluent individuals could afford to stay there. Amanda preferred to stay there and while away time than to attend boring meetings with clients. But she knew she had to do it. Especially now that the company was under her name fully. As soon as you entered the hotel, you were greeted by a grand foyer with high ceilings and glittering chandeliers. The reception desk looked more like a boutique counter, with attentive staff dressed in smart suits waiting to cater to your every need. The hotel's interior decor was elegant, with a traditional yet modern design. The walls were made of polished marble, and the floors were covered with plush carpets. The artwork adorning the walls was priceless, with original paint
When Jameson finally regained consciousness, he found himself tied up in a dark, damp room. He tried to move, but the ropes were too tight. His heart started racing again as he tried to remember how he got there. He looked around the room, but it was too dark to see anything. How could he have been so naive? He thought to himself. He should have known better than to go alone. He had put himself in danger, and now he was paying the price. He managed to reach out for his his pocket with the part of his finger that wasn't tied up. His phone was no longer in his pocket. Jameson struggled for what felt like hours, trying to break free from his restraints. His mind raced with different scenarios of what could happen next. What if they killed him? Would anyone even know he was missing? Ethan would, but he had left him at the hotel with his parents. It was his fault. He should have told Ethan what he was doing. ********** Jameson's head was throbbing in pain as he slowly opened h
25 YEARS AGO It was the early 90's in the small and poor community of New Hilton, and little Jameson was playing outside with his father Fred and mother. Their small compound was dusty and filled with rocks and pebbles. But to them, it was home, and they were grateful to have each other. As the night began to settle in, Fred sat Jameson down on his lap and began to tell him an old tale. "Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a small rat. He was never valued by the other animals and was often kicked about. But this rat had something special, something that would change his life forever." Jameson's eyes widened with excitement, and he leaned in closer to his father, urging him to continue. "This rat had the most beautiful whiskers of any animal in the land. As time passed, all of the other animals were hunted and killed for their meat or for sports, leaving this small rat alone in the world with his whiskers the only one left." Jameson's small face furrowed with sa
4 MONTHS LATER "Here. Do you remember this?" Amanda asked, smiling intently at Beatrix. She then pointed to one beautiful bird painting that was over hundred years old. Beatrix smiled. Her mouth kept moving in different directions as she chewed gently into her chewing gum. Of all things that never left her memory was chewing gum. It was just a crazy addiction, especially to her fans. Beatrix squinted her eyes and looked at the painting intently. Suddenly, tears started to well up in her eyes. "What's wrong, Bea?" Amanda asked, concerned. "I…I don't know," Beatrix said, wiping away her tears. "Something about these paintings…it's like they trigger something inside me, but I can't put my finger on it." Amanda's eyes lit up, thinking that maybe they were finally onto something. "That's okay, Bea. Let's keep looking and see if anything else comes up." They continued walking around the gallery, and Beatrix kept stopping at certain photos, staring at them for longer than the
Amanda exchanged a skeptical glance with one of the guards, but Beatrix's reaction spoke volumes. Despite her memory loss, a spark of recognition flickered in her eyes, and a sense of familiarity tugged at her heartstrings. She couldn't explain it, but she felt a connection to this stranger. "I... I think I know you," Beatrix said softly, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and affection. "But I can't remember how or why." The stranger's eyes softened, and he took a step closer. "Beatrix, it's me, Adrian," he revealed, his voice laced with emotion. "We knew each other before the accident. We had something special, something worth holding onto." Amanda's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to process this unexpected revelation. How could Beatrix have a connection to someone she couldn't even remember? And what was this "something special" Adrian spoke of? The situation felt increasingly complex and mysterious. Before Amanda could voice her concerns, the guards intervened, their
Zach and Meg nestled into the luxurious comfort of the plush couch in the sitting area of Zach's former million-dollar house in New Hilton. The room exuded an air of opulence, adorned with elegant furnishings and intricate decor. The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, adding a touch of sophistication to the space. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. The sitting area itself boasted a large, L-shaped couch with plush cushions, inviting anyone who sat on it to sink in and relax. The fabric was a sumptuous velvet in a deep, rich color, complementing the overall lavishness of the room. The coffee table in front of the couch was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, crafted from polished mahogany with intricate carvings adorning its edges. On top of it, a delicate crystal vase held a vibrant bouquet of freshly cut flowers, their fragrance permeating the air. The room was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including a large, high-def
Amanda's heart raced as Ethan's words reverberated through the phone, filling her with a mix of shock, joy, and fear. She clutched the device tightly, trying to steady her trembling hands as she absorbed the life-altering news. "Pregnant?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. "Are you sure, Ethan?" Ethan's voice was filled with equal parts excitement and tenderness. "Yes, Amanda, I'm sure," he replied. "The test results came back positive. We're going to have a baby." Amanda's mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions flooding her senses. Thoughts of motherhood, of tiny fingers and toes, of a new life growing inside her, filled her mind. It was a moment she had dreamed of, a beautiful milestone in their relationship, but it also brought a wave of trepidation and uncertainty. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Ethan, I... I can't believe it," she stammered, her voice filled with a mixture of joy and fear. "This is incredible, but
Just then, the doctor emerged from Beatrix's room, a look of cautious optimism on his face. He approached Amanda and Adrian, his voice filled with reassurance. "Beatrix is progressing well, considering the circumstances. Her physical health is improving, and with time and therapy, we hope to see further improvement in her memory as well." A glimmer of hope ignited within Amanda's eyes, a renewed determination to support Beatrix on her journey towards recovery. She turned to Adrian, a grateful smile on her face. "We'll get through this for you Beatrix." As Amanda and Adrian walked together, the question burning within Amanda's mind couldn't be contained any longer. She turned to Adrian, her voice laced with curiosity and caution. "Adrian, I have to ask. Who are you really? Where did you come from? You appeared out of nowhere, and now you're here, seemingly helping Beatrix. I can't help but wonder about your intentions." Adrian's expression softened, understanding the weight of Am