“Where are you going?” Vanessa asked, intrigued by how exotic Alex had dressed on an evening night. He usually never leaves the house when it is past 5 pm. Instead, he would call friends and business partners over to his house and they would have a great deal of time, partying, drinking to stupor. But tonight, he looked different, like he was going to see someone important, like an upper echelon or a top class business person. Else, Alex would not dress like this by this time of the day. Evening was setting in and everyone was returning home from work. “Well um, I have a really important meeting with Mr. Frost and other contractors. He has been pissed off lately with my poor performance. He requests for detailed clarification and breakdown on what we have been doing on our end. I just hope I don’t get into trouble with Mr. Frost. If he terminates this contract, we are doomed!” replied Alex. Vanessa raised her brows frantically. “Mr. Frost? He has not been in the city for over

The night wore on beautifully as Alex sipped into his drink. He sat on his seat, eagerly waiting for the arrival of Megan White. He was nervous like a young boy on his first date. Felt awkward, but Alex knew for a fact that this moment was definitely going to be a new chapter of his life. He had been sitting for over 20 minutes alone. Due to how exotic and luxurious he dressed, many ladies walked up to him to have a drink, chat or simply just to collect his contact information. They said he looked hot. But Alex was not really interested in any of those women. He has had more women in his life than the number of hairs on his head. And so he was not really interested in any of those women. He had his mind focused on Megan. There was a sudden commotion outside Cheng bar. Alex looked through the glass wall and gasped in shock as he saw a really expensive white car pull up. It was a Rolls Royce Sweptalli which was worth more than $40 Million. At this point, Alex already concluded tha

“How is she doing now, Neil?” Enrique asked calmly over the phone. “Well, we have good news about your mother’s health, Mr. Enrique. See, we ran several tests today again and the results are promising," Dr. Neil continued, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Her vitals have stabilized significantly, and the latest scans show a reduction in the swelling we were concerned about. She's responding well to the treatment." Enrique leaned back in his chair, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "That's... that's great news. And how about her PSC? Is she still behaving like a child?" Dr. Neil nodded. "Not entirely. But she is now more stable than before. She can process thoughts and is beginning to remember some things. We still need to monitor her closely over the next few days. Her condition is improving, but recovery will be gradual. She needs rest and minimal stress." Enrique's face tightened slightly at the mention of stress. "I’ll make sure o

The night felt longer than usual. But to Alex, time was as fast as the wheels of his car as he drove back home. How the heck was the time already 2 am? As he navigated through the streets of London, he couldn’t help me smile like a young teenager. He just had a date with Megan White. And what’s more? Megan offered to come over to his own house. That was the height of it all. This was heading somewhere. And fast. After a 14-minute drive, Alex finally got home. He parked his car and began to walk slowly into his room so that Vanessa did not hear his footsteps. She would definitely begin to ask him questions —so many incessantly annoying questions. He had told her that he was going to a meeting. He gently took off his shoes. The room was dark. He wouldn’t want to flick on the light or even use the flashlight of his phone. Everything he needed would be done in the morning. “When did you start going to meetings with witches, Alex?” Vanessa’s voice suddenly dropped from a corner of t

Alex froze, his eyes widening in shock as he stared down the barrel of the gun. The smug grin vanished from his face, replaced by a mixture of surprise and fear. "You... you wouldn’t dare," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. But there was a slight tremor in his voice that betrayed his uncertainty. How did Kamsi own a gun in his own home that he was not aware of? Kamsi’s hands shook, but her grip on the pistol remained firm. She was done being scared. Done being a victim. "Try me," she hissed through clenched teeth. "I swear, I’ll fucking do it, Alex. Don’t push me." For a moment, the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of both of them. The tension was really tense, hanging in the air like a thick cloud. Alex slowly raised his hands in surrender, taking a cautious step back. "Alright, alright," he said, his voice a strained whisper. "Let’s not do anything crazy here, Kamsi. You don’t want to make a mistake you’ll regret." "Regret?" Kamsi’s voice cracked, b