Charles stormed down the dim hallway to his apartment, each furious step echoing with raw indignation.But as he pressed his palm to the sleek electronic lock, the red flash mocked him like a bitter slap in the face."What kind of twisted joke is this?"Charles snarled through clenched teeth, slamming his fist and kick repeatedly into the door.An ear-splitting alarm wailed to life, shrieking betrayal through every inch of the pristine corridor.The manager emerged quickly, flanked by two burly security guards whose hardened faces showed no recognition—only grim authority.“You! Manager!” Charles spat venomously, stalking toward him. “What’s your damned name again?”“Josh,” the manager replied coolly, his tone unsettlingly steady. “Been running this place for ten years now, sir.”"Yeah, but what’s the point in remembering a name that means nothing to me? Fix This!"Charles' eyes narrowed dangerously, confusion and anger twisting his handsome features.This spineless creature had alway

"You lying scum!" Rose exploded, clawing desperately at her fading dignity."I just left the hospital today, got a clean bill of health, and you dare frighten me with this filthy slander?"Alex merely shrugged, utterly unfazed, his eyes glinting like sharpened steel. "Suit yourself, princess. Believe whatever helps you sleep at night.""You insufferable wretch! You dare humiliate me in public?!" Rose roared, her voice splintering under the weight of her rage and shame.She spun furiously to her muscle-bound bodyguard. "William! Smash his smug face into the ground—right now!"William, muscles flexing like iron beneath taut skin, took one imposing step forward, fists clenched, eyes darkening with silent menace as tension crackled like a prairie fire.But before he got close, Alex raised a casual, commanding hand."Think twice, big guy," he warned."I'm not joking about her condition. If she spits on you, God help you—you might end up counting your days right alongside her. Are you sure

David lowered his eyes, shame flickering briefly across his face."Maybe you're right," he admitted quietly. "I'm sorry for doubting your miracle pill."Lyra's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Glad we're clear. Your last announcement caused my sales to plummet. That needs fixing."Forcing a strained smile, David sighed deeply. "I'll publicly endorse it again, I promise. But you need to help me get rid of this disease first."Alex leaned forward."Easy enough. Just take the miracle pill once a month, and within three months, your body will eradicate all traces of HIV. Trust the process.""Then we're finished here," Alex said, rising smoothly from his chair."Wait!" David’s voice broke urgently, punctuated by a rattling cough. "There's something else. Just a moment, please.""No rush," Alex replied, exchanging an intrigued glance with Lyra.David signaled to one of his guards, and shortly after, a young man about seventeen stepped nervously into the room."This is Luther Morgan, my onl

Alex and Lyra stepped into a quaint café tucked behind an unassuming flower shop, distant from the bustling street.The air was fragrant with roses and coffee beans, peaceful yet oddly charged.Lyra cast a skeptical glance around. "Alex, seriously, why are we here?"Alex smirked as he flipped open the menu. "Trust me, Lyra. If my hunch is right, we're in for quite the spectacle."She raised a teasing eyebrow. "If you're paying, this might actually qualify as a date."He chuckled dryly. "Order whatever you want. Though, I'm still puzzled by your eagerness to spend money when you spend your days piling it up."Lyra grinned playfully. "Money's nice, but it doesn't beat watching you squirm when the check arrives."They exchanged laughter, enjoying the brief respite until Lyra suddenly leaned forward, eyes wide. "Wait—isn't that David?"Their corner seat shielded them from view, but offered a perfect line of sight.David strode in, scanning the small café urgently until his gaze landed on a

Luther stormed toward the place he'd agreed to meet his father, but what he saw there stopped him cold. David stood hand-in-hand with Ophelia, the sight burning fury deep into Luther's soul. Rage surged through him; this woman had stolen his father's heart, casting aside his mother as if she were nothing. As a son, his duty was clear: protect his mother from David's catastrophic betrayal."Father!" Luther's voice trembled with disbelief and anguish, eyes brimming with tears of frustration. "Did you seriously have Mom arrested?"David turned sharply, irritation flashing across his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Luther? Didn’t I tell you we’d talk tonight? Go home—now!""No! Tell me!" Luther shouted, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "Why did you lock her up?"David’s eyes narrowed, his voice icy and harsh. "Because your sainted mother cheated on me. She gave me HIV, Luther!""You're lying!" Luther shook violently, refusing to accept the accusation. "Mom would never betray y