Zeke's POVAs I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?” I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “I think perhaps we both need to leave.” He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “Might I remind you that this is my fucking hospital, Mr. Chris.” I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. “You may be welcome to come and go as you please, but if your presence is a discomfort, with a snap of my fingers, I can have you thrown out.”For a moment, Chris looked taken aback, his smile faltering. But then, with a chilling smile, he simply replied, “Of course. See you around, Mr. Reid.” Before turning to leave the reception area of the private ward.As Chris left, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Rogers lin

Zeke's POVEntering the casino, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that always accompanied the flashing lights and pulsing music. As I made my way to the VIP lounge, I couldn't shake the image of Kamille's face from my mind.I have to be the first person she sees when she wakes. I sat and the bartender quickly served me with a glass of sapphire royale. I wanted to drown out my thoughts. If only for a little while.“Brother!” Zane echoed from behind me. Finally they were here. My heart danced in joy.“What’s up brother?” Fletcher asked, his voice laced with concern.I offered them a weak smile. “I just need a drink for now.” I replied, taking the vintage style glass in my hand. “I bet my brother's heart has been toyed with.” Zane said, turning towards Fletcher.“No bro. Leave the heartache to me. I bet his skin was sullied by lowlifes.” Fletcher countered and they both laughed. I smiled.“Why are grown up men acting like silly kids?” I asked as they settled in and the bartender

Ellen's POVAs I groggily opened my eyes to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my mind slowly emerging from the depths of sleep, I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked the screen and my heart sank as I read the message from Martha the maid I planted at Zeke's place.Mr. Reid is in town, but did not sleep at home.A sense of unease settled over me like a heavy fog as I assimilated the information. Where could Zeke have gone? What could have kept him away all night?As I sat up to gather my thoughts and make sense of the situation, the realization dawned on me with a jolt of apprehension. Zeke never slept out. It simply wasn't his style. The only time he stayed away from home overnight was when he was out of the country, and even then, he would use his private jet to return home as quickly as possible.So where could he have gone? And why hadn't he returned home?A thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one more troubling than the last. Had he been

Zeke's POVI watched as Tyris giggled and babbled excitedly about her toys, I couldn't help but smile. Her joy was infectious, filling the room with warmth and laughter.Zane and Fletcher were easy going with Kamille and her friends. The atmosphere was relaxed and welcoming. Moments like these make me realize how far I've come.Growing up as an only child, I often felt isolated and lonely. My parents' strict upbringing left little room for friendships, and I struggled to connect with others. But now, surrounded by their happy laughter and chatter, I feel a sense of belonging that I have always longed for my entire life.For the first time, I felt like I've found my place in this world, like I'm part of something greater than myself. At that moment, surrounded by so much love, I felt complete.I turned just in time to notice Zane's lingering gaze on Belle. She was engaged to be married. Whatever Zane's plans were, he would have to suspend it or kill it.She was off-limits, and I woul

Ellen's POV As I sat in the car, I remained lost in my own thoughts. My mind was still consumed with thoughts of what Liz had said.Was Liz truly losing her mind, fractured by the turnout of events? I couldn't deny the chill that ran down my spine at the thought, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I considered the possibility of Kamille's vengeful spirit lurking in the shadows, biding its time until it could exact its revenge upon us.But no such things exist. Kamille's spirit was dead with her and there is nothing that could be done to change that. I turned to Ava who had positioned herself at the extreme corner, away from me.“Why are you there?” I asked, my tone unconvincingly calm and gentle.“Uhhh…. Nothing Ma'am.” Ava stuttered as she repositioned her glasses to suit her eyes better.“Good.” I replied. Suddenly the ringing of my phone startled me.Ava, my assistant hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by the tense atmosphere in the car, before tentativel