LOGINThe air was thick in the hospital, the doctors hurried over, nurses and gurneys. The sterile smell of antiseptic and fear.Emily was pushed aside as they wheeled Nicole into the emergency room. Her eyes followed his body until it disappeared behind the doors that swung shot, and she was left alone in the waiting area, her hands still shaking, her heart still pounding.She didn't know how long she sat there. But they had become so cold, more bumps rose on skin unapologetically despite the heater at the end of the wall.She checked her wrist watch every now and then minutes turned into hours and hours, an eternity.Then a doctor emerged quite long enough, tired, bloodied gloves, but he was calm and it gave her hope."Ms. Dally?" He called attentively.Emily stood, her knees barely holding her. "How is he? Is he…""Quite stable." The doctor's voice was gentle. "Luckily, the bullet struck his right side. It missed all vital organs. We've removed it and repaired the damage. He's weak, and
A figure crashed through the glass, a blur of motion, of fury, of impossible timing. Carl landed on the floor in a roll, coming up with a weapon that had materialized from nowhere.The men froze."DROP HIM," Carl roared.They didn't.The first man lunged at Carl, swinging a knife. Carl sidestepped, caught his arm, and twisted it behind his back with a sickening crack. The knife clattered to the floor. The man screamed.The second man reached for his weapon.Carl was faster unfortunately for himHe closed the distance in two strides, drove his fist into the man's jaw, and sent him crashing against the wall. The man slid down, unconscious.The third man, the one who had spoken to Emily, dropped Nicole and turned to flee.Carl grabbed him by the collar, spun him around, and slammed him against the floor."WHO SENT YOU?" Carl's voice was a snarl. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?"The man laughed, a wet, bloodied sound. "You think I'd tell you? You think I'm stupid enough to…"Carl's fist connected w
The world had become a blur of chaos and trauma in just a few minutes. Emily's hands were still pressed against Nicole's wound, blood seeping through her fingers, her mind screaming at her to do something, anything while her body remained frozen in terror. The gunman remained, not moving an inch forward, she could hear voices downstairs. More of them were coming closer coming closer. Pointing the gun at Emily he gestured to her to move aside or he would finish off what he started. Emily obeyed, moving to the side, shaking as she did. He grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Yes, we have target one. Target two is not in perimeter, repeat target two is not in perimeter” his voice echoed over the phone. Fresh tears gushed down Emily's eyes, the lovely evening table remained a disaster. A circular pool of blood formed slowly underneath Nicole’s now unconscious body. Emily shuddered quietly at a corner wondering what they wanted. Why were they here? How did they get in? Who w
“What and who are you?” She asked observing that the caller had a private ID.“Is this Callie?” “No! It's not!” Emily almost yelled.“Sorry, wrong number, I’m really sorry, whoever this is. It's a prank call for someone else, sorry once again” replied the caller.“Yeah, how about you silly kids be a bit more careful about the number you dial next time!” Emily rasped with annoyance before ending the call rapidly. And heaving a sigh of relief.Emily closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples.The house was warm. The soft glow of the kitchen light spilled into the dining room, where Nicole had arranged a simple but elegant dinner. Candles, roses and wine. The scent of grilled fish and roasted vegetables filled the air.“Who’s that?” Asked Nicole“Some silly highschool kids trying to prank call one of their friends” Emily sighed.Nicole chuckled lightly."You finally finished?" he asked, a gentle smile on his face.Emily swallowed "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it
The house was quiet. Emily sat in her home office, the soft glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face against the deepening evening. Outside, the last traces of sunset bled orange and purple across the sky, slowly surrendering to the encroaching dark.She had been staring at the same document for twenty minutes without reading a single word. She sighed in realization, thumb rubbing her forehead in gentle hopelessness.The crisis surrounding her pharmaceutical company consumed every corner of her mind. The poisoned products. The ruined reputation. The lawsuits. The investors, fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. Every product leaving her company was thoroughly inspected, she had personally verified the protocols, the sterilization processes, the quality checks.And yet, somehow, poisoned products bearing her company's name had reached the public. Not to mention Leslie's sudden kidnap and release, Carl, her worst enemy, the ex that almost ruined her life, walking right back into
The living room was a battlefield of torn paper and shattered silence. Emilia stood in the center of it, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with a fury that had nowhere left to go. The remains of the DNA report—the report she had ripped from Carl's hands moments ago—lay scattered across the floor like confetti at a funeral. Carl stared at her. His voice was calm. That was what made it terrifying. "How could you?" he asked quietly. "How could you destroy something so important?" Emilia laughed—a sharp, brittle sound. "Important? You mean that pathetic little investigation? You think I don't know what you've been doing, Carl? Sneaking around. Asking questions. Digging into things that don't concern you." "It concerns me." "Nothing concerns you anymore!" She stepped closer, her finger jabbing toward his chest. "You lost everything. Your company. Your money. Your dignity. And now you're trying to claw your way back by crawling to Emily like a lost puppy?" Carl's jaw tightened. "This
Emily stepped through her front door and closed it behind her, leaning against the wood for a moment longer than necessary. The meeting with Detective Marquez had left her hollowed out. The maid was dead. The files had vanished. And the possibility that someone had been operating inside her compan
Emily sat in silence for a long moment.Then she said, "You said last night you couldn't continue the investigation. You said something came up. This was it? This was why you couldn't make it?"Marquez nodded. "Her death changed everything. We've been trying to contain the fallout, but the truth is
“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he groaned, burying his face between them. He sucked one swollen nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the stiff peak before biting down gently, then harder on the areola area, until the hardened nub was flattened between his teeth. Emily moaned lo
Emily had almost lost all hope, she bit into her nails for the first time in a decade. Regretting almost instantly, she'd let him off with a confidential document in the name uncovering some ruthless criminals after her.She'd almost lost her senses, he could never return, it was too late to.The e







