Xander "The memory loss you're experiencing is likely due to hypoxia," the doctor explained, flipping through the chart. "During your surgery, Succinylcholine was administered by mistake. And your body didn’t metabolize it as quickly as expected, which caused a prolonged reaction. This led to respiratory distress, and for a short period, your brain wasn’t getting enough oxygen." “When the brain is deprived of oxygen, even briefly, it can affect cognitive function, especially memory, that’s likely why you're struggling to recall certain things. For some patients, these effects are temporary, and memory gradually returns. But in other cases, the damage can be more long-term.” "In your case,” the doctor added, “it seems the hypoxia affected the part of your brain responsible for storing recent memories. Your long-term memory is intact, but your brain couldn’t properly consolidate events from the past two years. This is why you can remember everything before that period but nothing af
Xander One month later I pushed the car door open and stepped out into the cold morning air, staring at the massive building in front of me. My expression remained unreadable. How long had it been since I last walked into this place? I couldn’t remember. As a child, I used to be excited to come here with my father. Everything fascinated me—watching him work, seeing the way people respected him. I had wanted to be that kind of person. I had wanted to be like him. But after the accident, I never came back. I hated this place. I hated everything about my father. I hated that I was his son. I hated this company. I hated him. And yet… now I was here. Walking. Honestly, it was astonishing. After just a month of rehabilitation, I was back on my feet. The doctor had called it a miracle. I couldn’t care less. Even now, it still felt strange to be standing, to be moving without wheels beneath me. But now that I could walk…Now, I was going to show them just how dangerous it was f
Xander I let my gaze sweep over the room. They were all still frozen, their shock was obvious. But Ginna and Nathan—ah, their expressions were priceless. I couldn’t tell what rattled them more: the fact that I was alive or the fact that I was walking. I almost scoffed. Pathetic. Last night, they sent someone to kill me. They were so predictable. I had expected as much when I heard the conference was scheduled for today. People like them were easy to read. What irritated me wasn’t that they tried, it was who they sent. A careless, sloppy killer who couldn't even do his job right. I nearly fell asleep waiting for him to make his move. And when he did… well, let’s just say he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. Not in this lifetime, or the next. I exhaled, bored already. “You’re all an eyesore. Sit. Now.” They scrambled to obey, stiff and uneasy. I leaned back, watching them shift uncomfortably. They looked like they’d rather be anywhere but here. Well, they walked in with thei
Xander My father never appointed a Vice President. He always left the position vacant, waiting for me to take my place in the company. But now, there was no need for that. And the best candidate for the role was standing right in front of me. Langley looked stunned. He hadn’t moved since I spoke, frozen in disbelief. Across the room, Nathan looked just as shocked. Of course. It was obvious he had always wanted that position when my father was alive. Seeing it handed to someone else must have been a bitter pill to swallow. I tilted my head. “What? Is it too much responsibility for you, Mr. Langley?” He snapped out of his daze, quickly shaking his head. “No, it’s not that. I—I just don’t know if I’m the right person for the job.” I leaned back. “I don’t make mistakes. After reviewing everything, I came to the conclusion that you’re the right person. So, what do you say?” Langley hesitated for a moment, then a slow, grateful smile appeared on his face. “Thank you for giving
Twelve years later Xander "The Winters Corporation is now one of the most powerful and influential companies in the world. Over the past twelve years, under the leadership of Xander Winters, the company has not only expanded but has gained control over major industries, shaping global markets with its advancements. With its dominance in technology, finance, and infrastructure, it is no exaggeration to say that Winters Corporation holds a significant stake in the world's economy. And now, after twelve years in London, the man behind it all, President Xander Winters, is returning to the country." The news anchor's voice faded into the background as I turned another page of the document in my hands. "Sir, is everything okay? Do you need anything else?" I didn't look up. "No." The flight attendant nodded politely. "If you need anything, please call." As she walked away, I finally leaned back against my seat, removing my glasses and rubbing my temples. Through the small window, the
Xander I leaned back in my seat, my gaze settling on the woman who had just stirred from sleep. She was… unexpected. Dressed in an oversized hoodie and blue shorts, she looked like she belonged anywhere but here. Her short black hair was a wild mess, untamed and effortless, as if she hadn’t bothered with it before stepping onto the plane. My eyes trailed over her, taking in every inch of her appearance, trying to place what felt… off about her. Almost like she could read my thoughts, she tilted her head slightly, allowing her glasses to catch the light—just enough for me to see part of her eyes. Then, she winked. I froze. Did she just—? Before I could process it, she turned away, already moving toward the screaming woman. But the flight attendant stepped in her path, arms crossed in a firm stance. “Are you kidding me right now?” she snapped, looking the woman up and down with unconcealed disdain. Already judging her by appearance alone. “Miss, this is not the time for jokes. So
Xander I watched as she slipped on the gloves, her movements precise. She draped a blanket over Kelly’s lower half, shielding her as she prepared for the delivery. And somehow, I was still here. I could have left a while ago, but this woman had manipulated me into staying. And worse—I let her. I exhaled sharply, pressing my fingers against my temple. The dull ache in my head pulsed again. "Huh, is your head hurting?" Her voice was light, almost casual, but she didn’t even glance at me. Her attention remained on Kelly, adjusting her position to make her as comfortable as possible. I raised an eyebrow. Why was she asking? As if she could hear my unspoken question, she looked up and grinned. “Don’t look at me so suspiciously. I’m not a bad person.” I almost chuckled. Was she seriously telling me not to be wary of her? Because that was exactly what she meant. If only she knew who she was talking to or treating like this, she wouldn't say that. Luke, kneeling nearby, asked. "You'
Xander I was on the phone when Luke returned, “I’ve finished talking to the ambulance and the director of the hospital, sir,” he reported. I ended the call, slipping my phone back into my pocket. “And?” “The woman and her newborn child will be taken to the hospital—all expenses covered, sir.” I gave a curt nod. “Let’s go.” After the chaotic delivery mid-flight, we landed safely. Now, back in America, Kelly and her baby were in good hands. They would be fine. I should’ve moved on, but I still didn’t understand why I did all that. Why I stayed. Why I got involved in the first place. Why I listened to her, and why I touched the newborn baby with such warmth. Normally, I would’ve walked away without a second thought, letting the situation unfold without my interference. But I hadn’t. I stayed. And it was all because of her. I hadn’t seen her again after leaving the plane. Not that I had been looking. I had no reason to care. It was better that way. Outside, a group of security pe
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldn’t be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. “Dr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.”I glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. “She’s becoming more popular every day,” Elijah muttered under his breath. “You should improve on your moves.”Asher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for getting it without your permission. I didn’t kno—”I smiled, taking the ice cream from him. “Thank you, Levi. I was craving some.”He sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.“Oh, how’s your older brother?” I asked, eyes still on the photographs. “He’s still going for his checkups,
Rosa “Hahahaha!” I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until I’m satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" “Yes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?” "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xander’s beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didn’t need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “T-That man… he’s Asher.” The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.”The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.”Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.”My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?”Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.”My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.”Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. “Dr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?”I stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.“....”Don’t look at him, Rosa. Don’t you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not going to raise your hands?”I smiled playfully. “Mr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity to—” I felt his fingers press ever so slightly “Keep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.”I chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when you’re about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some don’t even understand what’s happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesn’t give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldn’t move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ah… so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didn’t pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his family….. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. “What are you doing, Dr. Rosa?” I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. “And?” “And, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people don’t run away from me,” she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. “Like you might have noticed, I’m way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,” she grinned, “I’m a little confused. Why are you running away from me?”
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou