Xoan took a step closer, an impulse driving him to encircle her in a tight embrace. As he tried to pull her close, he was met with resistance—a hand pressed against his chest.Yaslyn stood firm, her emotions a whirlwind of conflict. "This isn't right," she whispered, her voice trembling.Even as she hesitated, she ached for the embrace, but the newfound revelations rendered her powerless to reciprocate."No, it's alright," Xoan murmured, his voice husky with restrained emotion as he buried his face in her shoulder."If... If we truly are blood-related, a brother holding his sister shouldn't be such a terrible thing."Despite his words, they both were painfully aware of the true depth and nature of their feelings."We should get a DNA test," he finally added after a heavy pause. "I won't accept this without a fight."Even though both felt the chances were minuscule, they clung to a final thread of hope. "Alright. Let's do it now.""Okay."With a lingering gaze, Yaslyn handed ov
It was quite a difficult request. The young intern's brow furrowed, a struggle evident on his face. "There are regulations, you know. Personal DNA results aren't to be shared."Yerick was disappointed. The intern, misconstruing the emotion as directed toward him, hurriedly corrected himself."If you really want to see, I suppose... I could make an exception."Any other day, with any other person, he would have held his ground firmly, no budging, no bowing. However, it was Yerick—an overwhelming presence—someone he just could not deny.The intern looked around nervously and warned Yerick, "However, you can't mention that you saw these files. My job could be at stake."With a measure of discretion, he handed over the file that Xoan had provided earlier. He whispered, "Make it quick. The director will be making his rounds soon."Yerick gave a brief nod, glancing over the document with a swiftness that spoke of practiced ease. He then slid it back as if nothing had transpired."Alri
"Did you actually read the results properly?" Xoan asked, his voice dripping with a restrained mockery.Yerick, with a scoff, picked up the piece of paper again and actually read it. As he did, his confident face waned. The similarities in the report were not what he had expected. They were not indicative of a relationship between cousins."I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but this test compares Yaslyn's DNA with Mrs. Carden's."A relieved sigh escaped Yaslyn's lips. The weight she felt a moment ago was lifted.However, Yerick, clutching the paper, realized he had made an error. His quick briefing with the doctor earlier in the day had mentioned a blood relation but not the specific nature of it."You!"Yerick's accusing finger moved from Xoan to the doctor, noting the latter's guilty and slightly fearful demeanor."It doesn't matter," Yerick blurted, trying to recover. "You and Yaslyn have a blood relationship. That much is certain!""What if it isn't?" Xoan countered, calm as
Kadesha stumbled, her balance faltering, and she collapsed onto the sofa. As her face turned an ashen shade and her breathing labored, Yaslyn quickly sat beside her, gently rubbing her back."Mom, don't fret so much over this. Maybe it's not as bad as you're imagining."Xoan tried to be the voice of reason. "Mrs. Carden, there's no need for distress. Yaslyn's genetics are exceptional, indicative of a good lineage. The man you were with must've been someone remarkable."Kadesha glanced at Yaslyn and consoled herself, "Yes, to give birth to such an outstanding child, he must indeed have been extraordinary."However, the idea that she, as a woman, had unknowingly had a child with another man was a stain on her honor."Let's hope so..."With a heavy sigh, Kadesha's eyes welled up, her tears streaming down her face."Mom, we'll uncover the truth about that time," Yaslyn promised.Debating internally, Kadesha was not sure if she wanted the past uncovered. After decades, would that ma
As Yaslyn and Xoan entered the room, Tyler quickly composed himself, striving to appear less disheveled than he felt."How did you find out before me?" Yaslyn asked, surprised, noting that Tyler had even managed to catch an earlier flight."Zyra calls me every day, but today she didn't. So, I rang her up, and her assistant answered, informing me about the situation," Tyler explained.A chill had enveloped him the moment he had heard the news earlier that day. Without hesitation, he had excused himself from the meeting, raced to the airport, and had his assistant book the quickest flight out.Yaslyn's voice was laced with concern. "How is Zyra now?"Tyler took a deep breath. "She's running a high fever. Her skin is blotchy with red rashes. The doctors... They aren't optimistic. They say she needs a bone marrow transplant urgently. She might not have much time." The weight of his words hung heavily in the air.The news hit Yaslyn hard, but she fought to control her emotions. "Do we
Inside the immaculate hospital room, Zyra lay motionless, her breathing steady, a calm expression suggesting she was no longer in immediate danger.Yaslyn, observing the fragile figure on the bed, turned to Tyler and said, "You've been a pillar of strength, Tyler, watching over Zyra all this time. Maybe you should take a break? Otherwise, when she wakes up, she might feel more guilt than gratitude."Tyler, full of exhaustion and concern, looked up slightly. "It's okay. I managed to grab an hour's sleep.""Just an hour, Tyler? You've been here a whole day."Suddenly, a slight flutter of Zyra's eyelashes caught Yaslyn's attention. "Is she waking up?"Tyler's eyes became wide and alert, quickly shifted to the hand he was gently holding, sensing the slightest movement. Moments later, Zyra's eyelids fluttered open."Tyler..."Her raspy and weak voice was laden with emotion upon seeing the man she had dearly missed.Handing her a straw to sip water from, Tyler coaxed gently, "Drink t
Clarke insisted that Marcus participate in the race, demanding his involvement in such an intense and high-risk competition even though he was not in the best state. Upon considering this, a hint of resolve hardened Xoan's gaze.Sensing the storm that was about to come, Clarke hurriedly tried to diffuse the situation. "Mr. Xoan Warren, please try to understand. If Marcus had backed out, the organizers would've been furious. It could have jeopardized his future prospects in the sport..."Xoan retorted sarcastically, "Future prospects? Do you really believe my brother needs racing to secure his future?"It was a valid point. With its vast empire, the Warren family ensured that even if Marcus chose a life of leisure, he would still lead a comfortable life.The coach, caught off guard, struggled to respond. However, Xoan's icy gaze silenced him. It was clear that if Marcus walked out of it unscathed, things might be forgiven. If not, hell would rain down on whoever was responsible.Ti
"I said I want to donate my bone marrow to Zyra.""It's not as simple as just donating, Marcus. There's a compatibility test.""I know. Back when Zyra and I were together, we had our marrow tested for compatibility. We were a match. We even promised each other that if ever one of us needed it, the other would step in without hesitation."Xoan's expression darkened, torn by his emotions. "However, given your condition now, I fear…"He could not finish the sentence, the implication hanging heavy between them.The procedure could take his life.Marcus gasped, struggling for breath. "Bro, I just want to save her. I don't care how much longer I have."Seeing the desperate plea in his brother's eyes, Xoan nodded. He sought out the doctor to explain the situation.The doctor, skeptical at first, asked, "Is this genuinely his wish?""Yes. Zyra was the girl my brother loved. He's insistent on this."Touched by the depth of their bond, the doctor nodded with determination. "Rest assure
Whitey glanced back and forth between them, shaking her head. "You two are a mystery."Suddenly, Doniel stood and waved Whitey over. "Hey, Whitey. Come here for a second."Confused but compliant, Whitey walked over.In a swift move, Doniel took her hand. With a smug look at Matheo, he announced, "I'm taking Whitey off your hands for a bit."Matheo's expression turned steely. "What's your game?""Don't sweat it, she'll be back soon."With that, Doniel led Whitey out.They reached a more secluded spot before Doniel finally released her hand. "Whitey, you're not hurt, right?"Whitey shook her head, twirling in front of him to prove her point. "See? I'm totally fine."Doniel reached out and gently tapped her forehead. "Someone hit you, didn't they? Your face is still swollen, and here you are, telling me it's nothing."Whitey playfully stuck out her tongue. "I just didn't want you to worry. Besides, I'm not the one who got seriously hurt. It was Matheo.""I know. Matheo really d
"Don't make that call!" Whitey screamed in a panic.A harsh slap struck her face as the ringleader yelled, "Shut it, woman! Who said you could talk?"The man, not satisfied after hitting her, gave in to his fury and kicked her. However, before he knew it, Matheo, who was standing nearby, had silently moved behind him. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed as Matheo snapped the man's fingers with raw force.Matheo wrapped his arms around Whitey and quickly retreated."I can't take it! I'm done. I don't want anything else. Just do it!"The ringleader was seething with rage, the throbbing in his fingers ruining his will to fight Matheo.A few thugs had been itching for a reason to go after Matheo, and they wasted no time grabbing their weapons and launching an assault.Matheo fought back while dragging Whitey out of harm's way, but as the fight dragged on, he started losing ground.A vicious knife cut to Matheo's leg sent him tumbling down with a grunt."Matheo!"Whitey crouched beside
Whitey shook her head. She did not have a clue, and even if she could guess, she did not know what to do about it."I was actually about to..."Before Matheo could finish, a deafening crash rang out.Startled, Whitey clapped her hands over her ears. Matheo wrapped her in his arms and glanced at the rear window.A random stone had shattered the car's back glass, leaving a gaping hole.The chaos erupted out of nowhere, catching both of them off guard. They had been deep in conversation when suddenly, a line of cars barricaded the road, trapping them.Matheo gently patted her head, a silent plea for calm.Whitey, frantic, nodded and fumbled for her phone, only to find it had mysteriously powered down."Stay put in the car and don't worry," Matheo said, handing her his phone."If things go south, call the cops, call anyone."He was ready to step out and face the unknown threat head-on.Whitey protested. "Matheo, we don't know what we're dealing with. Don't just rush out there."
Whitey was back to her usual routine—classes by day, radio station by night. However, she had a luxury she did not have previously. A private car service, ensuring her safety was never in question.Doniel's lips were sealed, not breathing a word of her injury to anyone. Except for Matheo, who had somehow stumbled upon the secret.That night, after her radio gig, Whitey stepped out expecting to see the familiar pink sports car tucked away in its usual spot. However, it was nowhere in sight.Moreover, he had not even bothered to call her. A knot of worry formed in her stomach. Did something happen to him?Whitey had called his number three, maybe four times, but got nothing.As she was wrestling with her thoughts, a familiar yet unsettling figure approached her.Matheo.Why was he there?Nobody knew about Whitey's job at the radio station except Doniel."Doniel's tied up today, so I'm your ride," Matheo said.Alarm bells rang in Whitey's head. How did Matheo know about Doniel
The nurse nodded, gesturing for Doniel to give them some space.Once the bandaging was complete, Doniel returned with a treat—Whitey's beloved chocolate cupcakes."For you. Why didn't you say it hurt? He was so rough, and yet you asked me not to hold it against him."Whitey, her mouth full of frosting, mumbled a reply. "It's not that bad. Besides, you two are usually on good terms. Why fight over pointless things because of me?"Doniel tapped her head gently. "You're such a goof. What are you even talking about? Meaningless things?""I just thought that you two grew up together, so it'd be a shame to fall out over something so small, right?"Doniel huffed, "I never really cared for him, you know.""Okay, let's figure out a plan B. This mess means I might be stuck in the hospital longer, so I'm counting on you to smooth things over back home."Doniel looked at her with a teasing grin. "Relax, I've got this."Somehow, Whitey could always pick up a strange vibe from his smile, an
Whitey was injured, and Doniel rushed her to the hospital that very night. It was just a slash on her arm, but Doniel was beside himself with worry.Watching Whitey grit her teeth through the stitching, Doniel's face turned a shade of stormy gray. "I'll track down that driver's family if it's the last thing I do!"Whitey winced in pain, but seeing Doniel's fury, she tried to soothe him. "Really, it's not so bad."Doniel looked at her bandaged arm. "Thirteen stitches, Whitey. If you're not in pain, I'm in pain for both of us."Whitey was always the center of attention—a princess who was doted on from the day she was born. She had never experienced an injury as severe as that. As Doniel reached for his phone to call Whitey's parents, she quickly stopped him with a hand gesture, wincing as she accidentally grazed her wound, "Please don't call them. They'll just scold me again if they find out.""I told you to let me drive you home. Now, look at what happened because you didn't li
Whitey gripped the edge of her skirt, a new kind of worry blooming in her chest.'What if Matheo was…'She shuddered at the thought, her mind a garden where fears grew into giant oaks, so tall and dark that they scared her.Looking up again, Whitey's eyes widened as she noticed the taxi had taken a wrong turn, heading into unfamiliar territory.In the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of the driver's unsettling smirk.Taking a cab late at night was proving to be a bad idea, her heart racing with fear. If only she had accepted a ride from Doniel, none of that would happen. Regret washed over her as she scrambled for her phone, desperate to call for help.Sensing her panic, the driver floored it to a secluded spot and then abruptly stopped the car.Whitey's head snapped forward, hitting the seat, and as the world spun, her phone slipped from her grasp. Then, the driver was toying with her phone, his grin wide and wicked."Planning to call the cops or a friend, sweetheart?""
As time swiftly marched on, three years went by.Whitey nailed her entrance exam into the top university in Jefferson City—Jefferson City University.As for the others, Caleb turned 30, tied the knot, had kids, and took control of Sheldon's international ventures. He and his family packed up and moved overseas, while the rest stayed back."Thanks for tuning into 'Moonlit Wishes,' your go-to spot for all things heartfelt. I'm your host, Macie."At the stroke of ten, Macie's soothing voice filled the evening airwaves."Let's hear from our first caller tonight. Hey there, sir, what's on your mind?"Macie's voice was soothing, soft yet strong enough to coax secrets from the most guarded of hearts."Here's the thing, Macie. I've been head over heels for this girl, but she's always kept me at arm's length, saying I haven't done enough. However, today, I caught her in another guy's arms. What gives?"The man's voice quivered with barely concealed tears, slurred slightly by alcohol.M
"So, just because you're into him, you decide to set me up? How does that make any sense?"Whitey could not help but find her logic almost laughable."Because I noticed he always had a soft spot for you, jealousy clouded my judgment, and that's why I..."Jade inhaled deeply, as if bracing herself for what was to come. "Well, you've uncovered the truth, so there's no point in hiding anything. Punish me however you see fit."What was the point in pleading guilty then?Jade stood there, a mix of defiance and dignity, stubborn even in the face of her mistake.Whitey was not looking to lay blame. "I'm not going to take this to the principal, and I won't breathe a word of it to anyone else. However, as of today, our friendship is done. I'll find a new place to sit when we get back."Whitey let out a tired sigh. "There's something else you should know. He's got a girlfriend now."Jade's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, are you two an item now?""No, I'm not the one he's dating."Wi