Alessia’s fingers danced over her phone’s screen, her thumbs working with feverish intensity.She had no time to spare as she typed out a text to Veronica, asking for an update on the situation.Her sister’s response came swiftly. ‘Still haven’t found him.’The car soon turned onto Willow Street, and the scenery shifted dramatically.It was a rundown street lined with old and dilapidated buildings, and the neighbourhood was known for its above-average crime rate and poverty.The street was named after the willow trees that used to line the sidewalks, but most of them had been cut down or destroyed due to neglect and urban decay.Terence pulled up in front of the Willowshire Court complex.Alessia leapt out of the car before it had fully stopped. ‘Thanks.’‘Is there anything I can do? Should I stay?’ Terence asked.Alessia considered the offer.If Milo was indeed missing, involving the police might be necessary and more useful.She offered Terence a distracted shake of her head. ‘No, t
Milo remained quiet, his once-restless energy quelled in the face of the turmoil he had inadvertently caused.He set down the tablet, his eyes downcast.‘You know better than this, Miles Jansen.’ Alessia’s voice was low but stern. ‘Why did you leave the house at six in the morning without telling anyone?’Milo played with his fingers. ‘I left a note.’‘A note?’ Alessia’s brows furrowed. ‘Aunt Vero didn’t see any note. If you wanted to make sure she saw it, you should’ve put it on the nightstand next to her bed, or stuck the note to her phone. She was scared out of her wits, Milo. You can’t just disappear like that.’‘I’m sorry,’ he murmured.Alessia’s eyes softened, but her unsmiling expression remained. ‘Even with a note, you shouldn’t have gone out at that hour. You’re just a kid. Where did you go?’Milo fell silent, his eyes flickering as he wrestled with the truth he held within.Last night had been a whirlwind of covert activities for the five-year-old.After he hacked into Aless
Alessia offered a weary smile. ‘Maybe.’Veronica’s gaze sharpened, an impish glint dancing in her eyes as she noticed something Alessia might have overlooked.‘Well, well, well,’ she practically purred, her fingers reaching to tug at the collar of Alessia’s dress. ‘What have we here?’Alessia looked down, and a flush of embarrassment blossomed across her cheeks as she glimpsed the telltale mark upon her skin.‘This is Logan’s handiwork, isn’t it?’ Veronica smirked knowingly. ‘Still want to deny you spent the night with him?’Alessia’s blush deepened. ‘Fine, yes, I spent the night with him.’‘Well, well, my dear sister,’ Veronica teased. ‘I had no idea things were moving so fast between you two.’Alessia shifted on the sofa, her legs tingling at the memory. ‘I... um, should go check on Milo.’‘Speaking of,’ Veronica lowered her voice. ‘It’s a good thing that you and Logan are together. Makes it easier when you tell him about Milo, don’t you think?’Alessia considered this and conceded
‘What do you think about having a mother?’ Logan looked straight at his son.Arlie blinked in surprise.After a moment’s consideration, he replied, ‘Sure.’Logan studied him, pausing before speaking again, ‘You don’t seem too thrilled, though.’‘No,’ Arlie shook his head gently, ‘It’s not a big deal to me. But, Dad, you do need a wife.’Logan was taken aback. ‘So, you’re not interested in having a mother?’Arlie shrugged nonchalantly. ‘It doesn’t really matter to me. I’m content with having you, Great-grandpa Albert, Uncle Penshaw and Sunny in my life. Besides, whoever you find should be someone willing to spend their life with you, not me.’Logan found himself surprised by Arlie’s maturity.His hand reached out to ruffle his son’s hair. ‘You’ve got a way of putting things that’s beyond your years.’Arlie acknowledged the compliment with a nod. ‘What kind of wife are you searching for, then? She must be pretty amazing to win you over.’Logan held his son’s gaze for a long while, then
‘Nothing!’ Alessia said hastily. ‘It’s just a little inconvenient. I live with my sister.’Logan was relentless. ‘Why? You don’t want to introduce me to her?’‘It’s not that. She’s already asleep. I don’t want to disturb her.’‘I’m sure even an apartment as small as yours has a living room.’‘It’s better if we talk outside.’ Alessia threw on a coat. ‘I’m already out the door. I’ll see you downstairs.’She hung up without giving him a chance to reply.Logan was pacing outside the apartment, smoking.He turned around at the sound of footsteps.He was clad in a dark silk shirt, which gleamed expensively under the streetlight.From his clothes to his shoes and his watch, the man seemed out of place in the shabby neighbourhood.Alessia slowed.He fixed his gaze on her. ‘Come here.’Her heart quivered.With every step, her nervousness amplified.She drew nearer to him.Oddly, she felt shy, more so than when she shared a bed with him.‘Um, thank you for driving all the way here.’ She glanced
Half an hour later, Alessia found herself once again drained of energy.Logan had left her breathless, her body sprawled inertly over the backseat like a puddle of water, hardly able to muster a blink.Logan, on the other hand, was tireless.He draped his coat over her and checked his watch. ‘Huh, still got fifteen minutes to spare. Slightly quicker than expected, but judging by that expression on your face, I’d say I didn’t do too badly.’‘S*x maniac,’ Alessia muttered under her breath.Logan was unabashed. ‘I have lots of lost time to make up for.’Six years, three months and two weeks, to be exact.He settled into the driver’s seat. ‘Buckle up.’‘I can’t lift my finger.’That elicited a smug smile from him.Logan carried her to the front passenger seat and strapped her in.He started the car and glanced at her. ‘How about coming back with me?’‘No. I want to sleep in my own bed.’This past half-hour had proven to be more taxing than the entire previous night combined.She barely mo
Alessia’s embarrassment turned into exasperation as she groaned, ‘Don’t even start.’Veronica grinned. ‘All right, I’ll stop. But remember, I’ve got eagle eyes.’Alessia shrugged off her coat, which invited another amused giggle from her sister.‘Veronica!’‘Okay, okay, I’ll stop now, for real.’ Veronica shifted to a more serious tone. ‘Did you tell him about Milo?’Alessia paused. ‘No, I didn’t get the chance.’‘I bet.’ Veronica winked.Alessia changed the topic. ‘Is Milo asleep?’‘Out like a light.’ Veronica nodded.‘Great. I’m going to shower,’ Alessia said, pointing to the take-out box. ‘There’s food there if you are hungry.’Veronica shook her head, her hands patting her satisfied tummy. ‘I’m still full from dinner. I won’t be needing that.’She added with a smirk, ‘But I bet you do. You know what they say about post-s*x munchies.’Alessia just shook her head and stepped into the bathroom.After a quick shower, she collapsed onto the bed, fatigue hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Logan glanced at Alessia, his eyes searching hers. ‘Perhaps it’s a bit of both.’‘Either way, it’s your fault,’ she insisted.Logan grew defensive. ‘If you’d gone home with me last night, you wouldn’t be in this state now.’Alessia rolled her eyes at him.She was starting to regret leaving the comfort of her home early in the morning to bicker with him.Staying in bed after taking her medicine seemed like a much better idea now.‘Are we just going to sit here and talk?’Logan chuckled. ‘You didn’t want to come. Now look who’s in a hurry all of a sudden.’He started the car. ‘Terence called ahead. There’ll be a doctor waiting. And I’ve arranged for you to stay at a VIP ward till you recover.’Alessia blinked in surprise. ‘Staying in the hospital for a cold?’‘If it turns out you’ve caught some dangerous virus, quarantine might be necessary,’ Logan reasoned.‘But I don’t want to stay in the hospital.’‘That’s for the doctor to decide, not you.’‘You are being a tyrant.’‘And you are bei
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