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A young-looking lady stood in front of Kaylar."Is she the new assistant?" Kaylar scanned the lady who stood beside Chad."Yes, Mrs. Frenado," Chad replied, then added, "I sent a copy of her portfolio to you.""Thank you. You may leave now," she dismissed Chad, then turned to her new assistant. "You may have a seat.""Thank you," Lucy replied perfunctorily as she sat down."I'm sure Chad has given you a comprehensive breakdown of your duties," Kaylar stated.Lucy nodded in response.Kaylar handed a file to her and instructed, "Good. Go through this file. We are having a meeting with the Aubrey Group at noon.""Okay, Mrs. Frenado," Lucy acknowledged."You can leave now," Kaylar dismissed her."Nice move," she mumbled to herself as Lucy walked away. Kaylar's eyes trailed behind her departing figure with an unreadable glint.Lucy was rather tall and slender, with tanned skin and long black hair. She looked neat and was gentle on the eyes.A cold smile flashed across Kaylar's lips. It was
Kaylar got into the waiting car, and the car drove away. Days passed, and Kaylar's workload increased drastically as construction work on the Marababa Suburb began. Chad, her personal advisor, was in the office with her as they planned her trip to Marababa Suburb in the coming week."Kaylar, we need to finalise the itinerary for your trip," Chad said, glancing at his notes. "We have meetings scheduled with the project managers and local officials."Kaylar nodded, rubbing her temples. "I know, Chad. It's just been overwhelming. But we need to stay on top of this project.""Absolutely," Chad agreed. "We'll ensure everything is in order. Are you ready for next week?""Ready as I'll ever be," Kaylar replied with a tired smile. "Let's just get through this week first."A week later, Kaylar was seen in the nursery, holding her daughter, Kaylaine. Her gaze was soft as she whispered sweet nothings and played with her. Kaylaine, barely six months old, had sparkling black hair and bright eyes t
Kaylar raised her head to take a better look at the person. The supervisor removed his face covering, revealing a completely different face than she had expected. Stunned, she awkwardly pulled away from the supervisor and apologised quickly. The other supervisors had shocked looks on their faces and started murmuring among themselves. "Did you see that?" one of them whispered to another. "Yeah, who did she think it was?" another replied, frowning in confusion. "Is she okay?" a third supervisor asked, glancing worriedly at Kaylar's retreating form. "I'm so sorry," Kaylar stammered, backing away. "I thought you were someone else." "It's alright," the supervisor replied, looking puzzled. "Are you okay?" Kaylar nodded, but her mind was racing. She was 85% sure those eyes she saw were Wayne's. Or was she just thinking too much? She turned around and staggered towards the car, her legs feeling like they might give out under her. Taking a long deep breath, her emotions were in turmoil
Kaylar took a deep breath, savouring the crisp air of freedom as she stepped out of the hospital. Her body was still weak, but her mind was sharper than ever. She glanced at her phone, noticing a missed call from Chad, her personal assistant and Wayne's trusted right-hand man before he passed away. She dialled back quickly, her fingers trembling slightly. The phone rang twice before Chad picked up. "Kaylar, it's good to hear your voice," Chad said, his tone a mix of relief and urgency. "Chad, what's the situation?" Kaylar asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "There's something you need to know. It's about Lucy," Chad began. "She's been working for Jason. She's his person." Kaylar's lips curled into a mirthless smile. "I know, Chad. I've known for a while." Chad was silent for a moment, taken aback by her calm admission. "You knew? How?" "Jason underestimates me," Kaylar replied. "He thinks I'm just a grieving widow. But I've been watching, listening. Lucy's been
Asherly's heart pounded as she sprinted through the dimly lit streets, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The encounter with Kaylar had shattered her already fragile composure, and she knew she had to act fast. Her house was only a few streets away from the resort, but every step felt like a mile.After a few minutes of running, she burst through her front door, slamming it behind her. Her trembling hands fumbled with her phone as she dialled a number. It rang endlessly, each second stretching into an eternity before a voice finally answered."Let's meet now!," she spat out, her voice laced with urgency and fear. She hung up before the person on the other end could respond.Asherly rushed to her room, throwing open the closet and yanking out a small bag. She stuffed it with clothes and essentials, her movements frantic. Crossing the hall, she barged into the opposite room, but it was empty. Frustration and panic surged through her, and she kicked the door, a string of curses
Kaylar woke early the next morning, a sense of urgency propelling her out of bed. She dressed quickly, her mind focused on the task ahead. Today, she would search through Asherly's residence for any clues that could further her investigation. The resort where she had been staying felt like a cage; she needed to act, to find answers.As her team gathered outside, ready to escort her, Kaylar couldn't shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen. The drive to Asherly's house was filled with tense silence. Kaylar's men were on high alert, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.The small bungalow house came into view, a simple structure that was decorated plainly with potted plants . As they approached, Kaylar's sharp eyes noticed the front door was left ajar, a detail that sent a shiver down her spine. It was unusual, unsettling. Her men shared wary glances as they exited the jeep, weapons at the ready.Inside Asherly's residence, a man stumbled th
A few hours ago... Kaylar woke up with a start, her body jerking up from the bed. She had just had a dream, and she wasn't conscious of where she was. The sterile white walls and the faint beeping of medical machines reminded her that she was in the hospital. The events of the past day crashed into her mind, and she gasped, looking around frantically for Wayne. "Easy, Kaylar," Chad's voice came from the corner of the room. He stepped forward, a reassuring presence. "You're safe. Wayne's in another room, resting. The doctors are with him." She nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "What happened? Is he... okay?" Her voice trembled, the uncertainty gnawing at her. Chad hesitated, then nodded. "He's stable, but he's been through a lot. The doctors are running tests, trying to understand his condition." Mia entered the room, carrying a tray with a cup of water and a small plate of food. She smiled gently at Kaylar. "You need to eat something. You haven't had anything since yes
Kaylar waited until Wayne drifted back to sleep, standing silently by his side. Her fingers traced the lines on his hand as he lay in the hospital bed. Though his eyes were closed, the steady rise and fall of his chest was a fragile reminder of life, a small glimmer of hope in the midst of her overwhelming fear.She had been there for hours, watching over him, clinging to any sign that he might recover. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kaylar gently squeezed Wayneâs hand and reluctantly let go. "I'll be back soon," she whispered, knowing full well he couldnât hear her. She needed answersâanswers that only one person could provide. With one last lingering glance at her husband, she turned and made her way to the top floor of the hospital.The elevator ride seemed to stretch endlessly, the hum of the machinery a backdrop to the torrent of thoughts swirling in her mind. When the doors finally opened, she stepped out into a long, polished hallway. At the end of it was the office
Wayne left Jason's room, his mind in turmoil. The weight of his motherâs venomous words lingered, but he forced himself to focus on the present. As he stepped into the hallway, he called out to the police officers. âGet Meghan out of there,â he ordered, his voice cold and detached. Without waiting for a response, he made his way back to Kaylarâs room. Inside the ward, it was quiet, almost eerily so. Kaylar lay peacefully in her bed, her breathing steady, though her face still showed signs of the ordeal she had endured. Wayneâs mother-in-law was seated beside her, but Wayne could see the exhaustion in her eyes. âYou should go home and rest,â Wayne told her gently. She looked at him with a mix of concern and understanding before nodding. âCall me if anything changes,â she said softly before gathering her things and leaving the room. Now it was just Wayne, Kaylar, and Chad, who had just entered the room. Wayne could feel the chaos in his mind, the events of the day overwhelming hi
The hours dragged on in the quiet, sterile corridors of the hospital. Wayne paced back and forth, his mind heavy with worry for Kaylar. When the doors of the emergency room finally swung open, and she was rolled out, Wayneâs heart lurched in his chest. He immediately stood up, his body tensed with anxiety. Kaylar was pale, her eyes closed, and tubes were attached to her, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. Wayne followed the gurney as it was rolled into her ward. He stayed by her side, holding her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. She looked so fragile lying there, a stark contrast to the fierce, determined woman he knew and loved. But as much as he wanted to stay, Chadâs voice interrupted his thoughts. âWayne,â Chad said softly as he entered the room, his face grim. âJasonâs just been rolled out of the emergency room.âWayne felt a wave of conflicted emotions wash over him. He glanced back at Kaylar, her mother now sitting beside her, watching over her with the same
Before she could protest, Wayne dashed out of the building, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors as he chased after Jason. The night was cool, the air thick with tension as Wayne sprinted into the darkness, his heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and fear. He knew this was the endgameâJason had to be stopped, no matter the cost.Jason, injured and desperate, limped ahead, the pain in his leg slowing him down. He glanced back, seeing Wayne closing in, and gritted his teeth. He had always prided himself on staying one step ahead, but now he was cornered, his escape routes dwindling. As he stumbled into a nearby alleyway, he knew he had to make a final stand.Wayne burst into the alley just as Jason turned to face him, a gun clutched in his hand. There was no hesitation in Jasonâs eyes nowâonly a cold resolve. Wayne barely had time to react as Jason fired. The bullet grazed Wayneâs shoulder, but he didnât falter. He fired back, the shot hitting Jason squarely in the
Kaylar was dragged through the crumbling hallways of the abandoned building, her heels clicking against the dusty concrete. The men holding her were rough, their grip like iron clamps on her arms. She forced herself to stay calm, knowing that the internal tracking device embedded in her skin was still operational. Wayne would come. He had to.Jasonâs men shoved her into a large, dimly lit room at the heart of the building. The walls were lined with rusted pipes and broken windows, allowing beams of moonlight to pierce through the darkness. The place reeked of decay, a fitting backdrop for whatever twisted plan Jason had in mind.Jason followed them in, his footsteps echoing ominously as he approached her. His eyes glinted with malicious intent as he looked down at her, bound and vulnerable. âYouâre surprisingly calm, Kaylar,â he said, a smirk playing on his lips. âI suppose youâre still holding on to hope that your precious Wayne will come to your rescue.âKaylar met his gaze, refusi
Kaylar stood at the edge of the deserted parking lot, her breath visible in the cool evening air. The location Jason had chosen was far from the cityâa quiet, industrial area that seemed abandoned. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving only the faint glow of streetlights to cut through the gathering darkness. She checked her watch: 6:10 PM. Her nerves were frayed, but she kept her expression calm, glancing around for any sign of movement. Chad and Wayne were positioned nearby, monitoring her every move through the tracking device and earpiece she had concealed. She whispered into the earpiece, "Everything looks quiet... too quiet."Wayneâs voice crackled in her ear, âStay alert. If anything seems off, weâre pulling you out.âKaylar nodded slightly, trying to steady her racing heart. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited, every minute feeling like an eternity. Suddenly, the distant rumble of an engine reached her ears, and she turned to see a car approaching from t
The city was bathed in the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, its bustling streets unaware of the turmoil brewing behind the scenes. In a sleek, high-rise office, Jason sat behind his desk, his demeanour as cold and calculating as ever. His mind was focused, not on immediate confrontation, but on a strategy that would create chaos without direct conflict. Jasonâs office was immaculate, a testament to his obsessive need for control. The room was filled with the soft hum of air conditioning and the occasional click of his keyboard as he worked on his laptop. A sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth as he prepared for the next phase of his plan. He was interrupted by a knock at the door. One of his trusted operatives entered, carrying a stack of documents. Jason looked up, his eyes narrowing with interest. âEverything is set, sir,â the operative said, placing the documents on the desk. Jasonâs gaze flickered over the papers, his smile widening. âExcellent. Letâs proceed
The following days at Wayne and Kaylar’s home were filled with a delicate balance of normalcy and tension. The welcome-back dinner had been a success, and the joy of Wayne's return had infused their lives with a renewed sense of hope. Yet, beneath the surface, unspoken worries lingered.Wayne had begun to reintegrate into his daily routine, though his role in the company was still on hold. Kaylar continued to manage everything, her resolve unwavering despite the challenges. Chad's confession hung heavily in her mind, an unresolved issue that gnawed at her even as she tried to focus on her family and their new beginning.One bright morning, Kaylar found herself in the living room, her gaze drifting to the family photographs on the wall. Each frame told a story of happier times—Wayne and her smiling at various events, their
But instead of answering, Jasonâs hand shot up, gripping the back of her head with a force that made her gasp. He yanked her hair back, causing her to cry out in pain, the playful atmosphere shattered in an instant."Jason! What the hell has gotten into you?" Asherly screamed, struggling against his hold. "Let me go! Youâre hurting me!"Jasonâs expression remained cold, his eyes void of the lustful affection he usually displayed towards her. "You think this is a game, donât you?" he hissed, pulling her hair harder, eliciting another cry of pain. "You think you can keep playing around while everything falls apart?""Let me go, youâre sick!" Asherly shouted, clawing at his hand, but Jason only tightened his grip."Let you go?" Jason echoed mockingly. "Fine." Without warning, he stood up, still holding her by the hair, and flung her across the room with a merciless force. Asherlyâs body hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop near the wall. She lay there for a moment, dazed, before looki
Wayneâs heart swelled with emotion as Kaylin began to explore his face with her hands, her fingers tracing his features with the careful curiosity of a child. She touched his nose, his lips, his eyes, all the while staring at him as if committing every detail to memory. Wayne looked up at Kaylar, his eyes filled with wonder and a hint of confusion. Kaylar just smiled, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Sheâs figuring you out," she said with a soft laugh. "Kaylin, itâs dada. Say dada.""Dada," Kaylin echoed, her voice small and uncertain but filled with an unmistakable warmth.Wayneâs throat tightened as he choked back tears. He had missed so much of her life, and yet here she was, in his arms, accepting him without hesitation. "Iâm back, Kaylin," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Dadaâs back."He lifted her gently into his arms, holding her close as he rained kisses on her chubby little hands. The softness of her skin, the sweet scent of her baby lotionâit was all so over