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Zia's POV That night, I was not prepared for the storm that was about to hit.After a long day of emotional turmoil, I thought I could find some peace at home. But as soon as I stepped through the door, Lorenzo was waiting for me, his expression unreadable.“Zia,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “We need to talk.”I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. “What is it?”Without a word, he reached into his bag and threw an envelope at me. It landed on the floor with a soft thud. Confused, I picked it up and opened it, my heart racing as I realized what it was—divorce papers.The moment I heard what he said I was dumbfounded. “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You’re actually going through with this?”“Don’t act surprised,” he shot back, his tone icy. “You’ve been having discreet affairs with Raymond, haven’t you? I saw you two together.”My heart sank at the accusation. “Lorenzo, that’s not true! Raymond is just a friend—”“Just a friend?” he interrupted, his voice ri
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Lorenzo's POVWhen I woke up that morning, the sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the empty space beside me. Zia was gone. A wave of mixed emotions washed over me—happiness at the thought of her finally taking a step for herself, but also a deep sadness that she had left without saying goodbye. I rolled over, expecting to see her there, but the sheets were cold and untouched.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. My mind raced with thoughts of the previous day—the arguments, the accusations. I had felt justified in my anger, but now it seemed hollow. I reached for the bottle of vodka on my nightstand, pouring myself a drink to dull the ache in my chest.As I took a sip, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loss. Zia was my wife, and despite everything, I still cared for her. I grabbed my phone and called the driver.“Where’s Zia?” I asked as soon as he picked up.“She left early this morning in an Uber,” he replied.My heart sank at his
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Zia's POV A week later, I found myself scrolling through social media when a post from Sophia caught my eye. My heart sank as I saw the picture of her hand, adorned with a sparkling ring, resting on Lorenzo's shoulder. The caption was filled with joy and excitement about their engagement, and it felt like a dagger piercing through my chest.It hurt more than I expected. I had always thought that the contract marriage between Lorenzo and me would evolve into something real, something meaningful. But now, with the divorce finalized, I realized how naive I had been. I had stayed with Lorenzo for so long, largely because of his grandfather. He was the reason I had held on for as long as I did, hoping for a change that never came.I shook my head, trying to dispel the painful thoughts as I drove to the hospital for my antenatal care appointment. The morning sun filtered through the trees lining the road, but it did little to brighten my mood. My mind was clouded with images of Loren
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Zia's POV I didn’t know what I felt, but I knew it was real. The emotions swirled inside me like a storm, and I couldn’t comprehend them. All night, I tossed and turned, replaying my conversation with Raymond in my mind. It was absurd to think that I could develop feelings for him so quickly, especially with everything that had just happened. But there was something about his sincerity, the way he looked at me with such warmth and understanding, that stirred something deep within me.Mira noticed my distraction throughout the night. She kept glancing at me from across the room, her brow furrowed with concern. I tried to shake off my thoughts, but they clung to me like a shadow.The next morning, as we sat at the kitchen table over coffee, she finally spoke up. “Zia, what’s going on? You’ve been out of it for days.”I sighed, setting my cup down. “It’s… complicated.”“Complicated how?” she pressed, leaning closer.I hesitated but knew I couldn’t keep it from her any longer. “It’s
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Zia's POV As we strolled through the park, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers, I felt a surge of emotions that I couldn’t quite contain. Raymond’s laughter echoed in my ears, and the way he looked at me made my heart race. In a moment of spontaneity, I leaned in and kissed him again. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but as soon as our lips met, he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine.When we finally broke apart, breathless and slightly dazed, I couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “Wow, that was… unexpected.”“Unexpected? You mean amazing,” he replied with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling. “But seriously, what does this mean for us?”I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. “I don’t know yet. Everything is happening so fast. I just got out of a marriage, and now here I am kissing you.”Raymond chuckled softly. “Life is unpredictable. But I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. I care ab
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Lorenzo's POV I sat in the boardroom, surrounded by a sea of suits and stern faces, the air thick with tension. The news of Zia's resignation as my personal assistant had sent shockwaves through the office. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, a mixture of surprise and curiosity. I had expected whispers and speculation, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her absence.“Lorenzo, how do you respond to this?” one of the board members asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. “Zia was an invaluable asset to this company,” I replied, my tone steady. “Her contributions were significant, and her departure is a loss for us all.”The room fell silent, each person processing the implications of her leaving. I felt a pang in my chest—a mix of regret and frustration. Zia had been more than just an assistant; she had been my confidante in a world that often felt cold and calculating.Even though Zia did a mis
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Lorenzo's POV I turned to Zia, my heart pounding as I asked, “The timelines ain’t right. Is the pregnancy mine?”She looked me in the eye, and for a moment, the room fell silent. The weight of my question hung in the air, thick with tension as my family watched her intently. I could see the flicker of emotions crossing her face—surprise, fear, and something else I couldn’t quite place.“Does that matter to you now, Lorenzo?” Zia asked, her voice steady but laced with an edge. “We have divorced, and I have a man now…”“That goddamn man you’re talking about is my half-brother!” I shot back angrily. “Stop the shit motherfucker and tell me the truth.”Raymond chimed in, his tone defensive and firm. “You don’t get to scream at my fiancée now, Lorenzo.”The room was charged with tension as we faced off—me, raw with frustration and confusion, and Raymond, protective of Zia in a way that made my blood boil. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I struggled to contain my emotions.“Fiancée?” I
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Zia's POVAfter a long, exhausting day, I finally got home, my mind still swirling with the events that had unfolded. The weight of my decision to marry Raymond loomed heavily over me, and I needed to talk to someone who understood. I picked up my phone and called Mira as she went to work and wasn't home yet. “Hey, Zia! How did everything go?” she asked, her voice bright and cheerful.“It was… overwhelming,” I admitted, sinking down onto the couch. “I agreed to marry Raymond in front of everyone, but I still feel so unsure about everything.”Mira paused for a moment before responding. “You need to focus on preparing for the baby too. Have you thought about going shopping for baby things?”I hadn’t even considered it until now. “I guess I should,” I replied, feeling a flicker of excitement amidst my uncertainty.“Let’s go together! It’ll be fun, and you’ll need all the help you can get,” she suggested enthusiastically.“Okay, that sounds good,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “Ma
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Outside Zac's apartment, Lorenzo sat outside on the terrace, the cool night air doing little to soothe the storm in his mind. He took another sip of his drink, the burn of the expensive liquor not enough to drown out the chaos that had become his life. Three weeks. Three fucking weeks, and everything had turned upside down.Zac stepped out, carrying a bottle of vintage whiskey and two glasses. He poured them both a generous amount, the golden liquid glistening under the dim outdoor lights.“You got something frying your mind?” Zac asked, settling into the chair across from Lorenzo.Lorenzo grabbed his glass and downed it in one swift motion. He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “Might be frying a dough in my mind, though it’s a burnt one.”Zac smirked, swirling his drink. “Spit it out, cock. No use sitting here sulking like a bitch.”Lorenzo slammed his glass on the table. “Just a few weeks ago, I made the worst mistake of my life. I divorced Zia. I betrayed her. I didn't know she
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The papers were signed. Zia’s hands shook slightly as she scribbled her name at the bottom of the discharge forms, giving them permission to leave the hospital. It felt surreal—after everything, after all the bullets, chases, and betrayals, they were just… walking out.Zac led the way, his white suit practically glowing under the fluorescent lights. Lorenzo followed, his steps heavier, his mind elsewhere. Nia and Mira trailed behind, their fingers loosely linked, a silent promise exchanged between them.They slid into the car, the low hum of the engine a steady presence in the background. Just as Zac put the vehicle into gear, Lorenzo spoke.“Wait.”Zac shot him a sharp look in the rearview mirror, foot hovering over the pedal. “We don’t have much time. You risking your life, Zia’s—”Lorenzo cut him off, locking eyes with Nia and Mira. “Didn’t you say they have a hacker or some shit tracking our phones?”Nia, her voice edged with sarcasm, replied, “Like hell they’d let us be when chas
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Nia and Mira burst into the hospital, their steps quick and urgent. The antiseptic scent in the air was almost suffocating, a stark reminder that they were finally safe—at least for now. Nia’s hand still trembled from the adrenaline, her hoodie sticking to her skin from sweat and exhaustion.They reached the reception desk, where a middle-aged nurse with a stern face eyed them suspiciously.“We’re here for Zia,” Nia said, voice tight.The nurse hesitated, her gaze scanning their disheveled appearance.Nia’s phone vibrated. A quick glance at the screen—Zia. She answered immediately.“Tell the nurse to let you in,” Zia’s weary voice came through.Nia handed the phone over. The nurse listened for a second, then sighed and nodded. “Third floor. Room 307.”Without another word, they rushed down the corridor, their footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor.The moment Nia stepped into the room, Zia was already waiting. She barely had time to react before her sister pulled her into a tigh
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Money Over TrustAt 6 PM, the Nurth Strip Club came alive, its pulsating neon lights casting shadows over the grungy street outside. Attorney Jameson Danae parked his sleek black car at the curb, adjusting his tie as he stepped out. The heavy bass from the club’s music reverberated through the air, a stark contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor. As he entered, the thick scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol hit him like a wave.Inside, chaos reigned supreme. Women in barely-there outfits performed on poles, contorting their bodies to the delight of cheering men throwing wads of cash. In darker corners, couples indulged in explicit acts with no regard for privacy. The strip club’s allure was raw, unapologetic, and intoxicating, but Jameson’s focus was singular.He scanned the room, his sharp eyes darting past scantily clad waitresses and intoxicated patrons until they landed on Sophia. She sat in a private booth, her posture poised and commanding despite the raucous environment. He
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Grandpa Edward’s Office The massive oak desk in Grandpa Edward Audrey’s office gleamed under the soft glow of the chandelier. The room exuded authority, with shelves lined with leather-bound books and paintings of family ancestors hanging on the walls. Edward sat in his high-backed leather chair, his sharp eyes focused on the man across from him—his attorney, Jameson Danae.Jameson had been with Edward for fifteen years, navigating the turbulent waters of business and politics with calculated precision. From quashing rumors to outmaneuvering assemblymen resistant to Edward’s proposals, Jameson had proven to be invaluable. Even when the odds seemed insurmountable, he’d managed to turn situations to Edward’s benefit.Edward leaned forward, his fingers interlocked on the desk. “Jameson, I’ve been thinking. It’s time to start transitioning the company to the next generation. I need to appoint a CEO—a perfect candidate who can handle the legacy.”Jameson adjusted his glasses, his expressi
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Lorenzo lay propped up on the hospital bed, his breathing still shallow but steady. The nurse entered, a tray in hand, and placed his medication on the side table. “Here’s your dosage for the evening—500 mg. Take it now, with water,” she instructed, her voice calm and professional.Lorenzo complied, swallowing the pills, his eyes drifting to the chair beside him. Zia sat quietly, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. The weight of her presence settled over him like a storm cloud. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Silence filled the sterile room.Outside Nia’s ApartmentThe roar of a V8 engine echoed through the narrow street as a sleek, black SUV pulled up in front of Nia’s apartment building. Its tinted windows glinted ominously under the dim streetlights. The vehicle came to a stop, and the doors swung open in unison, revealing five figures stepping out with precision and purpose.Each carried weapons that screamed military-grade lethality. One man he
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Northern Raymond and Henry climbed out of the car, the acrid scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the crisp northern air. Raymond’s hand drifted to his side, fingers brushing against the cold steel of his pistol. The weapon rested snugly in a military-style tactical holster strapped high on his hip, its grip angled for a quick draw. A matte-black finish gleamed faintly under the flickering streetlights, a silencer attachment peeking out just enough to hint at the kind of missions it had seen. Henry exhaled a plume of smoke, his sharp gaze sweeping the dimly lit street. “Let’s move,” Raymond muttered.The smell of burnt weed and stale sweat hit them before they saw the group of thugs lounging outside a dilapidated storefront. Shirtless and tattooed, the boys passed a blunt between them, their laughter low and menacing. Raymond and Henry approached with calculated steps, their presence cutting through the tension like a razor.One of the thugs, a lanky guy with a scar running dow
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Zia stood at the foot of Lorenzo’s hospital bed, her eyes sharp and unwavering. Lorenzo, pale and bruised, winced as he adjusted his position. The weight of his guilt bore down on him like the IV drip tethered to his arm.“Look at me, Zia,” he demanded, his voice gravelly with both frustration and exhaustion. “I know I am a greedy bastard for choosing Sophia over you. But what was I supposed to do? She came to me crying, telling me she was pregnant. Did you expect me to throw her out like trash?”Zia folded her arms, “And what did you expect me to do? Smile, walk out of the marriage gracefully, and leave the house I built with you? All because of a woman who didn’t just warm your brother’s bed but had the audacity to crawl back into yours?”Lorenzo flinched as though her words were physical blows. He sighed deeply, his chest heaving. “I made a mistake, Zia. I won’t deny it. But when she told me about the baby—”Zia cut him off, her voice cold. “You don’t get it, do you? You threw me a
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Outside the state’s judiciary residence, where Mr. Justin, Chief Justice of [State Branch], resided, the street was eerily quiet. Raymond and Henry sat in their car, the engine humming faintly, both smoking in contemplative silence. Raymond flicked his cigarette out of the window, nodding to Henry.“Let’s do this,” Raymond muttered as he stepped out of the car.The two approached the grand yet modest house, its white exterior showing the slight wear of time. Henry knocked sharply, the sound echoing in the silence. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with tired eyes. Mrs. Juliana, Mr. Justin’s wife, stood there, her face creasing into a slight frown.“Can I help you?” she asked cautiously, her gaze darting between the two men.“We’re here to see Mr. Justin,” Raymond replied, attempting a polite tone.Mrs. Juliana hesitated but eventually stepped aside. “Come in. He’s in his study.”They followed her through a polished hallway, where old photographs and
