LOGIN"Petra, didn't you say you were going to die last time?" Zoe said mockingly, her voice carrying clearly in the open space outside the auction hall. Daylight spilled generously across the marble pavement, reflecting off the glass façade of the building rising behind them.She tugged a slow, deliberate smirk onto her lips as she approached, her arms folding across her chest with practiced arrogance. "But here you are," she added, tilting her head slightly, her eyes glittering with malice, "alive and well."Petra halted where she stood. Oscar stopped beside her.For a brief second, the world felt strangely quiet, as though even the passing crowd sensed the tension thickening steadily in the air around them.Petra chuckled softly, the sound calm, almost genuinely amused. She turned her head slightly toward Zoe, her lips curving faintly upward. "Good people like me won't die so easily," she replied evenly. There was no weakness in her tone this time, only quiet, unshakable resolve.She t
Pete and Zoe walked into the hospital hand in hand, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor beneath them. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air around them, sharp and completely unavoidable no matter which direction they turned.Nurses moved briskly past them, charts clutched tightly to their chests, while patients and their families occupied the long rows of seats lining the corridor on either side. It was daytime, and sunlight filtered in gently through the tall glass windows, casting pale, soft reflections across the white tiles beneath their feet.Pete's expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though the chaos of the past days had already been neatly boxed away somewhere in the back of his mind.Zoe, on the other hand, leaned slightly into him, her grip tight, her steps carefully measured. To anyone watching them pass, they looked like a devoted couple, concerned, united, and entirely composed.Then Pete's phone began to buzz insistently in
About three days later, Petra slowly drifted back into consciousness.At first, everything felt unreal, like she was floating somewhere suspended between two entirely separate worlds. Her eyelids fluttered weakly before finally opening, and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling flooded with harsh white lights pouring down over her.The brightness made her squint against it.Her throat felt painfully dry. Her body felt heavy, as though it no longer belonged to her at all."Am I dead?" she whispered faintly, her voice barely louder than a breath escaping her lips. "Why does heaven look just like a hospital?"The words sounded strange even to her own ears, but nothing else made sense to her in that moment. She couldn't feel pain the way she expected to. She couldn't feel much of anything at all, if she was honest with herself.Slowly, she turned her head to the side, every small movement costing her real effort. Her eyes drifted across the unfamiliar room until they landed on tw
The studio lights glowed warm and steady overhead, casting a soft, professional sheen across the polished set where the evening's special segment was already underway. Seated at the center of the sleek anchor desk was a woman in her early forties, her expression showed a clean gravity of someone who had delivered a thousand headlines before this one. She folded her hands neatly atop the desk and looked directly into the camera, her voice calm but laced with unmistakable weight."Good evening, everyone. Tonight, we're bringing you a story that has taken the entire city by surprise, one that began quietly, almost invisibly, and has now exploded into something none of us saw coming."She paused, letting the words settle before continuing."As many of you have already heard, footage and eyewitness accounts from outside the Jordan Auction House have been circulating rapidly since this afternoon. At the heart of it all is a woman named Petra Chapman, a name that, until recently, meant ver
Petra was crying openly now, her tears soaking into Oscar's shirt as though she was trying to leave a part of herself with him before everything faded away completely. Her breathing came shallow and broken, every single inhale now a visible, painful effort."Oscar…" she whispered, her voice trembling like glass about to shatter into pieces. "I've lived a life of loneliness."Her words came slow and heavy, as if each one had to be dragged up laboriously from deep within her failing chest."People mocked me for being an orphan," she continued weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "No parents… no real home… I was always the extra one, the unwanted one."Oscar shook his head frantically, tightening his hold around her as though his arms alone could somehow keep her alive against everything working against them."Don't say that," he said hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "You're not alone. You've never been alone."But Petra barely seemed to hear him at all.Her eyes brimmed wit
Oscar rushed to Petra's side the moment her body crumpled to the ground, his knees hitting the cold stone hard as he gathered her carefully into his arms.The heat of the day pressed down on them mercilessly, the bright afternoon sun illuminating every horrifying detail with unforgiving clarity, her lips stained red, her skin drained entirely of color, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps that grew weaker with every passing second."Petra… Petra, look at me," he pleaded, panic clawing violently at his throat.Blood continued to trickle steadily from the corner of her mouth, warm against his trembling fingers. Her body felt frighteningly light in his arms, as though life itself was already slipping quietly away from her, drop by drop.She tried to breathe, but each inhale came accompanied by a faint, broken sound, as if her lungs could no longer manage to keep pace with what her body needed.Around them, chaos erupted instantly.Some people gasped audibly. Others step
Zoe had been in the hospital for days, but it felt longer than that. Time inside the ward did not move in a straight line anymore; it looped through pain, medication schedules, half-sleep, and the same unanswered questions that kept returning no matter how many times she tried to push them away.Th
Petra sat on the couch, flipping through a large file, dressed like the billionaire heiress she was now. Her fitted cream blouse rested neatly against her body while the black skirt she wore crossed elegantly over her legs.The once simple woman who used to spend hours cooking and cleaning for Pete
Officer Lee came out to meet Elizabeth screaming at the top of her voice, beside her stood a man on black suit, holding a briefcase. “Where’s my son?” She demanded. “I want to see him now!”Her sharp voice echoed through the station with such force that even Officer Lee, who had handled countless t
Before his househelp could say another word, he bounced the door shut, she shivered outside the room, her eyes widened, her heart racing.The loud sound of the door slamming echoed through the upstairs hallway, leaving Nicole standing there stiffly like someone who had just narrowly escaped danger.







