Max freed Carmela and she returned to her kids, first to Hannah, her daughter who was still at the hospital.Upon reaching, she pushed the door to an open and found out that Hannah was no more in the ward.Carmela rushed back to the nurses station.“Where’s my daughter that I left in ward 210?”“And you are?” The nurse frowned her brows without looking at Carmela.“Her mother, obviously.” Carmela felt her blood boil. What had happened when she was away?The nurse raised her eyes at Carmela looking skeptical.“And your name is?”Carmela flared up! “Carmela Martins. Stop questioning me and tell my where my daughter is! She’s just eight years old.”“Jezz, you didn’t have to be so loud. We have patients that are sleeping in the ward. You daughter was taken by your friend Sarah and a lawyer Andrew.” The nurse rest her eyes sluggishly on Carmela. “Do you know them?” However Carmela was no more standing there but was already on her way to Sarah’s house, her heart heavy with worry. Reaching
The rays of the lights slipped through the majestic curtains of Sarah’s Mansion. The toughness of the sun heated the face of a pretty v-shaped lady as she slept like a lost soul on the bed alongside her twin kids.After a while, she shrug, before forcing her eyes to a open. As Carmela saw the face of her twins rest on her breast, a smile creeped to the edges of her lips.‘I love them so much.’ She remembered how she wished to escape that room, Max had kept her, back to her kids arm, brushing and coiling their hairs.Looking at the faces of her kids and smiling, the door of the room slowly shifted open and Sarah appeared before Carmela, a smirk on her face.“You’re up?” Sarah cleaned her wet hands at her buttock. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”“N-no it’s nothing, I had woken up already.” Carmela moved her back to a siting form. “Do you need me for something?”“Yes.” Sarah lowly said, “your boss is here to see you.”Sarah was referring to Pedro asking to see Carmela. Hearing this, Carmela
A gentle breeze is blowing through the trees, and the air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. Sarah is sitting next to Carmela, while the twins are happily playing with their toys. Pedro is sitting across from Carmela, watching her intently as she sips her coffee. He's trying to figure out how to win her over, but she's not giving him any clues."So, how's Max doing these days?" Pedro asked, his tone casual but his eyes fixed on Carmela. As the words left his lips, Carmela felt a wave of nausea hit her. She coughed, trying to hide her discomfort. She took a sip of her coffee, willing herself to remain calm. "I don't know, and I don't want to know," she replied, her voice shaking slightly. She could feel Sarah's gaze on her, and she knew her friend was worried about her. But she couldn't bring herself to speak about Max."Why are you asking me all these questions?" Carmela said, her voice rising slightly. "I thought I made it clear that Max kidnapped
As Nichole paced around her room, she remembered the anonymous call she had made earlier. She had reached out to someone who owed her a favor, and she knew they would be eager to help her. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, eager to hear what they had to say. "I've got something for you," the voice on the other end said. "I'll send you the information, and you can decide what to do with it."A few minutes later, an email arrived in Nichole's inbox. She opened it, her eyes scanning the contents.As Nichole read through the email, her heart sank. It contained a series of photos, showing Max and Carmela together, looking happy and intimate. Nichole's stomach turned, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was this really happening? She didn't know what to do. Should she confront Max with the evidence, or try to forget she ever saw it?In the meantime, Max was still looking through the company's financial records. He couldn't shake the
Carmela's head was spinning. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Max, her ex-husband, could be facing criminal charges? It was all too much to take in. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on Sarah's words. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "Where did you hear this?"Sarah looked her straight in the eye. "I have a friend who's an attorney, and he heard about the investigation through the grapevine," she said. "I'm not sure how credible the information is, but I thought you should know about it."Carmela jumped up from the table, her chair scraping against the floor. "I need to go," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to talk to Max." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, not even stopping to say goodbye to Sarah and Andrew. She burst out of the cafe and hailed a cab, giving the address of Max's house. As the cab sped through the city, Carmela's mind was racing. What if the rumors were true? What if Max was really in trouble?Carmela coul
“I’ll ask again. What’s going on here?” Carmela escaped her hands from Max’s. She folded her arms together.“We were just chatting, Max” Nichole chuckled, hitting max in the chest. “It’s nothing serious. You don’t have to bothered about it.” Max turned to look at Carmela but she kept evading his face because if she looked at him she’ll cry even more.“Carmela, are you okay?” Max held her shoulder, but she shake his hands off, she sniffed in and hold her breath.“Im okay, it’s nothing.” Her eyes red, she looked straight in Max’s eyes. “I was just leaving anyways.” She started to walk away. "Carmela, please, wait, let me ride you home," Max said, reaching out to her. But Nichole stepped between them, her eyes flashing. "Carmela doesn't need to go home with you," she said, her voice hard. "She doesn't need your pity, and she doesn't need your protection. You're the last person she needs right now."Carmela felt frozen, caught between the two people she had loved and lost. She wanted t
After listening to the stupid talk of the security man, Nichole composed herself and walked past the security guard, her determination overpowering any doubts that might had been lingering in her heart. As she entered the grand mansion, she was immediately awestruck by its opulence and extravagance. The marble floors glimmered beneath her feet, and the sound of her heels echoed through the empty hallway.A butler appeared from the shadows, his perfectly pressed suit and impeccable demeanor giving away the years of experience he had in serving the wealthy. "Welcome, Mrs. Atom," he greeted her with a warm smile. "Mr. Atom is expecting you. May I show you to his study?"Nichole nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She followed the butler down the elegant corridors, taking in the grand art pieces and luxurious furniture that adorned the mansion. She wondered how different her life could have been if she hadn’t fallen in love with wealth and power instead of Max.Finally, they arrived
In the cold night air, Carmela was huddled on a park bench, staring at her phone. She had been rejected by dozens of companies that day, all of them citing some mysterious "conflict of interest" as their reason for turning her away. She knew it was Mr. Atom's doing, but she didn't know how to prove it. She felt like a prisoner in her own city, unable to move forward with her life because of the man who had hurt her so deeply. She wondered if she would ever be able to escape from his shadow.As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she noticed a figure approaching in the distance. As the person got closer, she realized it was Max. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she felt her pulse quicken. She wasn't sure if she was happy or scared to see him. He sat down on the bench next to her, and she turned to face him. "Hey," he said, his voice soft and hesitant.She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, the street lights casting a warm glow on