The conference room was shrouded in tense silence.The meeting had been in progress for over half an hour, and everybody, except the boss, couldn’t wait to escape.Logan Wilde stood at the head of the table, his gaze piercing through each member of his cryptocurrency division like a laser.‘You call yourselves experts?’ Logan’s voice cut through the room, his words sharp and unforgiving. ‘You failed to see the shifting tides in the market, and now we’re facing a loss in profit that should never have happened.’He leaned forward, his hands planted firmly on the table, his eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and frustration. ‘In this business, you need to be sharp, you need to anticipate changes before they even happen. Our competitors are always one step ahead, and we need to be two steps ahead if we want to survive.’Marcus Laroche, the division head, shifted uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.Mr Wilde had been in a bad mood since Monday morning, and everyone did their
Logan cleared his throat and rapped his knuckle on the desk. ‘Well?’‘What?’ Alessia blinked, her mind pulled back to the present.‘What are you doing here?’ he asked again.Alessia’s hand reached into her bag and fingered the DNA report, then she paused.She remembered what Logan said about children.Milo looked so much like him.What if Logan wanted to keep Milo to himself once he knew?Or, what if he didn’t?If Logan took Milo away, Alessia would be sad.If Logan refused to acknowledge Milo’s existence, Milo would be sad.D*mned if she did, d*mned if she didn’t.Alessia bit her bottom lip.Maybe she shouldn’t have come here so fast.She herself hadn’t had time to fully absorb the news yet, let alone drop such a bombshell on the unsuspecting Logan.What if he thought she was lying?Logan stared at Alessia and saw all kinds of emotion chase after one another across her face: doubt, hesitation, concern, even indignation.His brows were drawn tightly together now.What the hell was goi
‘Oh, screw this!’ Alessia muttered under her breath, shot to her feet, circled the desk and came to stand in front of him, looking down at him in his big fancy ergonomic chair, then pressed her lips to his.Logan’s eyes widened ever so slightly, then he tried to take control by kissing her back.Alessia pulled back first, licked her lips, then asked, ‘Anything?’‘What?’ Logan’s mind was adrift in a sea of pleasant haziness, surprised and pleased by her sudden initiative.‘The kiss. Does it…feel familiar? Jog any memory?’Logan smirked. ‘It was too brief to jog anything. Maybe if you do it again.’Alessia leaned down and kissed him, harder this time. ‘Anything?’Logan’s grin was lopsided and lustful. ‘Maybe. So, is that a yes?’‘Yes what?’‘Yes to becoming my girlfriend.’Alessia backed off a step. ‘No.’Logan frowned. ‘Then why the hell did you kiss me?’‘Just…trying to confirm something.’‘Confirm what?’‘Confirm if you were the man who was in my tent six years ago,’ Alessia thought.
Milo’s lips twitched, a hint of mischief in his eyes. ‘Wilde Enterprises is a famous company, Mom. And I read that article you did on him. Then I saw a picture of him.’‘Oh.’But that wasn’t the whole truth.In reality, Milo had managed to hack into the hospital’s database once he realised the significance of the DNA test.He had seen the results two days before Alessia did and had taken it upon himself to Google Logan Wilde.However, since his mother frowned upon his hacking tendencies, he chose to keep his own investigation under wraps.Alessia sighed. ‘So, any thoughts? Do you want to meet him?’‘But it appears that you don’t want me to.’ Milo observed his mother’s weary expression.‘It’s not that.’ Alessia’s shoulders sagged. ‘It’s just… he has his own life now, and maybe even a girlfriend. I don’t know if I should just spring this on him.’Milo’s gaze held a quiet wisdom beyond his years. ‘Is he a good man, Mom?’Alessia considered her response carefully. ‘He’s okay, I guess. Dec
Sofie’s voice flowed like a bubbling stream, her animated chatter filling the space. ‘You won’t believe what happened during my shopping spree last week. I stumbled upon this fabulous boutique, and the moment I stepped in, I knew I had to have the entire collection.’‘Uh-huh.’ Logan’s eyes were distant as he absently swirled the wine in his glass.He made noncommittal sounds in his throat, his mind wandering elsewhere, wondering what Alessia was doing at that very moment.Sofie leaned in, her laughter like wind chimes in the evening breeze. ‘Hey, you with me, Logan?’Logan blinked, his focus returning to the present. ‘You were talking about shopping.’Sofie’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned back. ‘Sorry, I know it must sound boring to a busy man like you. Let’s change the topic then. Let me tell you about the time I went scuba diving. The underwater world is a whole new universe, you know? I took pictures of angelfish, parrotfish, butterflyfish and had a run-in with an incr
Logan fell silent for a long while, then finally said, ‘That’s not it.’Sofie shrugged. ‘Fine, let’s talk about something else.’The moment the two hours were up, Logan signalled the waiter for the bill and signed it.Pushing back his chair, he rose to his feet and turned to face Sofie. ‘I know you have a driver, so I’m not going to drive you home. Good night.’And with that, he walked away, leaving Sofie alone.She twirled her phone in her hand, watching Logan leave with a calculated smile on her painted lips.Logan Wilde was just as aloof and unapproachable as she anticipated.But it was fine.She hadn’t counted on melting the ice wall he put up around his heart with just one date.The two hours tonight were not a total loss.At least he remembered her name and hadn’t said no when she asked if they could meet again sometime later.The only problem was: how to create the opportunities to meet him again.Logan’s grandfather and hers were family friends, which was the only reason that
Logan stood at the edge of the lake, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water.He looked out at the small fishing boat where his grandfather, Albert, was peacefully fishing alone.The old man had a parasol propped up to shield him from the afternoon sun, a cooler full of drinks by his side, and a comfy lounge chair on which he relaxed.Perched on Albert’s shoulder was a spirited yellow-crested cockatoo named Sunny, who squawked a greeting as Logan approached.‘Nice of you to show up,’ Albert snorted, not bothering to look away from his fishing line.‘Show up!’ Sunny repeated reproachfully.Logan shrugged. ‘I had some things to take care of.’He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings before asking, ‘Where’s Arlie?’‘At school, where else?’ Albert replied gruffly.Logan reached into the supplies nearby and grabbed another fishing rod.He settled into a chair next to Albert, the two of them fishing side by side in companionable silence.With a f
Logan and Albert sat down at the long dining table.‘Where’s Arlie?’ Logan asked.‘Still at school.’ Albert tied the bib around his neck.His hands, which used to be able to hold a sniper rifle for hours without moving, weren’t as steady as they used to be.Logan frowned.He checked his watch. ‘It’s twenty minutes past seven. What school would keep a five-year-old at this hour?’Albert’s lips twitched, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Maybe if you’d been more involved, you’d know.’Logan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing slightly. ‘I am involved, Grandpa.’Albert snorted softly. ‘Involved in your businesses, perhaps. But what about in Arlie’s life?’Logan’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his glass. ‘He’s my son, of course I care.’Albert’s gaze didn’t waver, his tone tinged with challenge. ‘Care enough to know that he’s been showing a real talent for math and science? Or that he’s taken up fencing, and music?’Logan’s eyebrows knitted together as he absorbed this information. ‘F
The city lights shimmered through the window, casting a soft glow over Alessia’s hotel room.She sank into the plush armchair, exhaling a weariness that settled deep into her bones.The day had been a whirlwind of interviews and deadlines, leaving her both physically and mentally drained.With a flick of her wrist, she loosened the tight bun that held her long hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders in unruly waves.The laptop on the polished mahogany table beckoned, a testament to the professional demands that consumed her day.Alessia leaned forward, fingers dancing across the keys as she organized her interview notes, a meticulous symphony of clicks and clacks.She paused, her gaze shifting to the phone by her side.Two missed calls from an unknown number flashed on the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.For a moment, hope surged through her—perhaps it was Logan.But as she listened to the voicemail, disappointment settled in.It was merely a wrong number, a mundane interrup
With the briefcase in hand, Logan left the office and got in his car.He did not involve Terence; the meeting could be dangerous.Besides, he had backup.Logan raced through the city streets, weaving through traffic with a desperate determination.The clock was ticking, and the warehouse loomed ahead like a dark, ominous secret.As he approached the entrance, the flickering neon lights buzzed overhead, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling walls.Logan stepped into the darkness, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound in the desolate space.A figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a hooded jacket to conceal their identity.Logan’s pulse quickened, his senses on high alert.‘I brought the money, now show me Sirena,’ he demanded, his voice steady but edged with a simmering rage.The figure chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the cavernous space. ‘Impatient, aren’t we?’He pulled out a phone from his pocket.With a swift motion, he tapped the screen, and a small screen on th
The city lights glittered below as Alessia and Vince sat in a trendy rooftop bar in Hamborough, taking in the breathtaking view.The change of scenery had indeed granted Alessia a temporary escape from the complexities of her life back in Veridian.Alessia raised her glass, sipping a colourful cocktail. ‘Here’s to new beginnings and escaping the chaos,’ she said with a half-smile.Vince clinked his glass with hers. ‘To new beginnings,’ he echoed, a faint smile playing on his lips.As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere became more relaxed.The city buzzed around them, providing a backdrop for a momentary reprieve.Alessia found herself enjoying Vince’s company, appreciating the unspoken connection they had cultivated over the years.Amidst the clinking of glasses and the distant hum of the city, Alessia sensed an opportunity to share the intricacies of her life.She turned to Vince, her eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and determination.‘You know, Vince, Logan’s first marriage
Logan’s office at Wilde Enterprises was a haven of order in contrast to the chaos unravelling in his personal life.The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bathed the room as he sifted through paperwork, attempting to find solace in the routine of his professional responsibilities.His phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with Heath’s name.Logan’s heart skipped a beat as he answered the call, the outside world fading away as he focused on the voice at the other end.‘Heath,’ Logan greeted, his tone carrying the weight of worry.‘We found her,’ Heath’s voice crackled through the phone. ‘She was at the BuzzBeat office. Got into a bit of a scuffle with Alessia.’Logan’s temples throbbed in response, the news striking him like a physical blow. ‘Alessia? Is she okay?’There was a pause on the line, and Logan could almost feel the hesitation in Heath’s response. ‘According to the colleague who filed the police report, she’s got a couple of scratches, but otherwise, she’s fine.’Relief washed
The room was cloaked in a muted glow from the bedside lamp, casting a warm light on the framed photographs that adorned the walls.Sirena moved silently, her eyes scanning each corner of her parents’ room as she began the meticulous search for anything of value.Ralph was still in intensive care, which meant Naomi wouldn’t leave his side, giving Sirena the time she needed for a thorough search.Her fingers brushed against the cool surface of a polished wooden dresser, adorned with small trinkets that echoed the laughter of her childhood.A porcelain figurine, a relic from a family vacation, stood alongside a faded picture of her parents and a much younger Sirena.The memories were bittersweet, a reminder of the life she had left behind.As Sirena opened drawers with deliberate care, the soft rustling of papers mixed with the creak of aged furniture.In one drawer, she found a stack of handwritten letters tied together with a ribbon.Memories of birthday wishes, expressions of love, an
The Veridian airport bustled with a kinetic energy that only a major transport hub could exude.Travellers weaved through the expansive terminal, navigating a sea of bustling crowds and rolling luggage.The air hummed with the constant murmur of announcements, the clatter of footsteps, and the intermittent symphony of departure gates chiming to life.Alessia, her eyes scanning the digital departure board, stood amidst the organized chaos.The Veridian airport, a sprawling architectural marvel, boasted high ceilings adorned with sleek modern designs.Concourse shops beckoned with an array of luxury goods, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air from the bustling cafes.It had been a long time since she flew—juggling a job and raising two kids hadn’t left a lot of time for the luxury of flying.‘Hey, I thought that was you.’ Someone tapped her on the shoulder.Alessia, startled, turned around to find Vince, a smile playing on his lips.‘Vince, what are you doing he
Naomi scoffed, bitterness lacing her tone. ‘Make things right? Can you bring back the peace we had before you barged in with your promises and complications?’Logan shook his head. ‘I can’t change the past, Naomi, but I can help with the present. Let me take care of Ralph’s medical bills. It’s the least I can do.’Her expression hardened, and she retorted, ‘Money won’t fix the damage you’ve caused. Sirena is missing, Ralph’s heart is failing, and our lives are in shambles. Don’t pretend you can fix it with a cheque.’Her words were still ringing in his head hours later.Logan stood on the roof, smoking, lost in thought, until his phone rang with an urgency that cut through the air like a serrated blade.He glanced at the caller ID, and a sinking feeling gripped his stomach as he answered.‘Logan, what the hell is going on?’ Albert’s voice, usually a bastion of calm, resonated with a furious edge. ‘Alessia called me, all cold and distant, calling me Mr Wilde instead of Grandpa. And she
‘Ralph! Naomi, call an ambulance!’ Logan’s urgency cut through the stunned silence, and Naomi, her face pale with shock, fumbled for her phone.Panic swirled in the room as Ralph clutched his chest, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.He toppled backwards.‘Ralph!’ Logan caught the old man in time.Within moments, the wail of an ambulance echoed through the quiet neighbourhood.Naomi and Logan hurriedly helped Ralph onto a stretcher, his face strained with agony.The ambulance doors slammed shut, trapping the trio in a suffocating bubble of uncertainty.The ambulance tore through the city’s arteries, its siren piercing.Inside, the confined space thrummed with urgency.Naomi clung to the edge of her seat, her eyes unblinking as she watched the paramedics work on her husband.Ralph lay supine on the stretcher—his heart just stopped.The heart monitor emitted a relentless warning beep.Naomi’s hands trembled as she tried to steady herself, the medical jargon exchanged by the paramed
Naomi stirred the simmering chicken soup, the aroma filling the kitchen with warmth.She glanced at Ralph, who was grabbing his keys.‘Ready to head to the hospital?’ he asked.‘Absolutely,’ Naomi replied, wiping her hands on her apron. ‘Hand me the thermos.’They were only allowed to visit Sirena once each day, the visit lasting no longer than half an hour.The doctor explained that the restricted visits were important to establish routine in Sirena’s life.As they prepared to leave, they heard a knock on the door.Surprised, they exchanged a puzzled glance before opening the door.Standing on their doorstep was Logan. ‘Can we talk?’Naomi and Ralph exchanged a wary look but nodded, allowing him inside.Logan took a deep breath, eyeing them both. ‘I’m sure you know why I’m here. I need Sirena to sign those divorce papers.’It had been almost three days since Sirena’s hospitalisation, and Logan had waited long enough.Naomi’s lips trembled. ‘Logan, we can’t believe you’ve moved on so