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The same day in the morningA terrible nightmare made Lena jolt awake in bed. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling much too fast."No, no... that can't be," she whispered, looking around the empty room and shaking her head slowly. "She can't be alive. She can't be."Lena gripped her already messy hair, pulling at the tangled strands. "Kristen is dead," she said firmly, forcing the words out like a strict command to her own mind. "She’s dead. For good."But even as she muttered the words, her eyes stayed wide with fear. In her dream, she had seen Kristen coming directly for her, ready to take revenge. Still shaking her head to disagree with the nightmare, Lena got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.Right in the middle of wiping her face dry, her phone began ringing desperately.Lena glared at it with deep irritation. She was expecting her PR team to call about a major new project, so she walked back out to grab the phone. When she l
The door to Mr. Valtor's hospital room slowly opened and his heavy eyelids barely lifted. Everything was still blurry from the medication. At first, all he could make out was the figure of a woman standing quietly by the entrance, dressed in a neat red suit.His tired eyes slowly traveled from her shoes... to her hands... and finally to her face.His breathing hitched when he saw Kristen in front of him. His eyes widened in disbelief because, as far as he knew, Kristen Rose had died years ago. He blinked several times, thinking the medicine was causing him to hallucinate.But she began walking toward him, holding a bouquet of red flowers in her hands."It's been a long time since we last saw each other, Mr. Verstappen Valtor Anderson," Kristen said with the brightest smile she had worn since her return. She stopped beside the bed before gently placing the flowers into the small vase next to him. "I heard it's only right to bring flowers to someone fighting for his life."Mr. Valtor's
The next couple of days left Max in a state of wondering. He wondered why everything around him was falling apart so fast….First, he had lost two important deals. Then the farmhouse he had grown up in…a place that held every memory of his childhood was bent to ashes…..And now it belonged to someone else.Max paced in his office as he thought about everything…He wondered who Paloma Da Silva was……He wondered why it felt like she was coming directly for him.He had tried everything these past days to reach out to her, to at least have a one-on-one talk, but every attempt bounced back with a cold decline with no explanation and no reason.He dragged a hand through his hair and kept pacing until the door burst open.Mr Green rushed in, breathless…“Mr. Anderson…Sir…I just got a call from Miss Lena. She said she has been trying to reach you.”Max snapped his head toward him…Of course Lena had tried calling him. His phone had been ringing, but he refused to answer it.His eyes shifted to the
Tyrese stood in front of Mr Creed in his home office, his hands tight at his sides after delivering the news that Mr Valtor’s farmhouse was completely burnt out and nothing was left.Mr Creed paced across the office…“Isn’t that the same property Sebastian owned years ago?” he asked.Tyrese shook his head fast, trying to explain. “It looks like… yes, sir. It is the same property. The same land Mr Valtor built on when he returned from Japan.”“Oh,” Mr Creed said, a slow smile forming on his face.Tyrese swallowed hard. He looked like he feared the words coming out of his mouth.“Sir… it looks like Paloma might be behind this,” he said quietly. “Isn’t she moving too fast? Won’t things be traced back to her?”Mr Creed lowered his gaze to the floor as if he was trying to read Tyrese’s words in his mind.“Paloma… that girl….. I don’t think even the first trace will lead to her. She is too careful.”Tyrese stood there stiff and uneasy. “Alright, sir. I’ll make sure I try and cover up any tr
Naomi had been restless since the scene at the warehouse. Her mind kept fighting itself…Kristen could never do this… she’s not capable of such a thing, she told herself again and again. But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the image she had seen kept flashing before her eyes, and every thought pointed back to one terrifying possibility… Kristen had done it.The moment Naomi heard Kristen’s car entering the compound, she stood up quickly and rushed out of her room. She hurried down the stairs, desperate to catch her before she disappeared into her bedroom. Luckily, as she reached the last step, the front door opened and Kristen had just stepped inside.“Kristen, I want to speak with you,” Naomi blurted out the moment Kristen took only a few steps into the house.“Let’s make it tomorrow. I’m already exhausted,” Kristen said softly and turned toward the hallway leading to her room.Naomi rushed after her. “No, Kristen… we need to talk today. It can’t wait.”Kristen’s steps slowed
Mr Verstappen Valtor Anderson…..The last time we saw him was four years ago at the family dinner, when Lena was still pregnant. Now, standing in his home office, he looked nothing like the man he used to be. He had aged so much more than time should allow. Maybe it was the guilt he carried. Perhaps it was the sleepless nights. Whatever it was, it had dragged him down until he looked years older than he truly was.He could no longer walk firmly. His steps were slow and weak and he needed a wooden stick to support himself. He dragged himself across the room breathing heavy with every movement showing how much life had worn him out.He finally reached his desk, placing his weight on it to steady himself. Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up with trembling fingers and pressed it to his ear.“Mr Valtor… Mr William Sebastian’s daughter. She’s alive. She made it out of the fire that night”The voice on the phone spoke calmly, but the words hit him like a knife.The phone slipped from hi
"We have about 6 hours until everything clears from her eyes," Charles said, his grip on the phone tighter as he made a step into the room. Kristen laid there motionless, still fully unconscious."Do whatever you want with her... dump her somewhere," the person on the other end said."Sure," Charles
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., h
The morning light cast a magical glow over the white filled hall, where everything shimmered like freshly fallen snow. The room was filled with guest, all dressed in shades of white.Their laughter and chatter mingled harmoniously with the gentle piano music playing softly in the background. Bundle
"I'll take care of it, sir. Why don’t you go back home and get some rest? Your wedding is in two days, you’ll need it," Mr. Green said, reaching to collect the files in front of Mr. Anderson."What’s the difference? It’s just another business deal, nothing major… you don’t have to worry about me,"







