"What would you like to drink?" Diana asked, her eyes scanning the room as Caleb took in his surroundings. "Damn," he breathed, impressed. "Such a nice apartment you have here, Dr. Reed." Diana scoffed playfully. "What did you expect? I did the interiors myself, you know." She tilted her head, a hint of pride in her voice. "So, what will it be? Coffee, juice? Anything?" "Water," he decided, then amended, "Or beer." He paused, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You're full of surprises, you know that? So, let's get down to business. I already know you're five-foot-five, small, scarily troublesome, twenty-five, a doctor, and you like mustard yellow, right?" "How do you know that?" Diana's eyes narrowed playfully. "You're starting already. If I wasn't such a good person, I wouldn't have treated you back at the hotel, you know." She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "That reminds me, how did you end up there anyway?" Caleb chuckled. "Well, it's kind of complicated." Di

Caleb found Diana leaning against the Mercedes, her shoulders heaving, tears silently tracking paths down her flushed cheeks. He stopped a few feet away, unsure how to bridge the chasm of their strained emotions. "Diana," he began, his voice softer than he intended. She spun around, her eyes blazing. "Don't 'Diana' me, Caleb! What was that in there? 'I thought I told you not to invite them?" She mimicked Mr. Callahan's booming voice, her hands waving wildly. "You didn't tell me he would come, I instructed you but you didn't follow!!" "I didn't know myself, Diana!" Caleb retorted, frustration bubbling to the surface. "We only spoke days ago, just before I called you! And ever since we've been together, we drank together so.... How was I supposed to predict that grand entrance?" He ran a hand through his hair. "And what about you? 'I will harm myself'? What was that, Diana?" Her anger seemed to deflate, replaced by a weary sigh. "It's the only language my father understands, Caleb.

The inside of the limousine was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, pressing down on everything. Only the low, steady hum of the engine filled the space. Caleb sat by the window, watching the familiar streets blur past, but they felt distant like scenes from a world he no longer belonged to. Across from him sat Mr. Richard, composed as always, calm like he had nothing to worry about. "I thought you and the Reed family were friends?" Caleb asked bluntly. What happened back at the mansion still didn’t sit right with him. Mr. Richard nodded slowly, his eyes flicking to the view outside. "Yes, Mr. Blake, we are friends, in a manner of speaking, but there's something you should know about them." He paused, his gaze lingering on the city as it rushed by. "But what?" Caleb urged, not hiding his impatience. Mr. Richard let out a quiet sigh. "Diana is the real Reed. The only true one. But she doesn't know it yet." Caleb’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" The air shi

The six men, heads bowed, backed away, their faces a mix of fear and apology. One of them, however, glanced back at Caleb with a lingering glare before rejoining his crew and heading for the warehouse exit.Mr. Callahan stepped forward, a satisfied smirk on his face. He reached out, placing a hand on Caleb's shoulder. Caleb flinched, shrugging off the touch with a sharp movement."Is that the test you wanted to test me?" Caleb challenged, his voice tight with anger. "Is that the best you could do?" He turned, ready to walk away."Stop!" Mr. Callahan commanded, his voice firm. He turned his back to Caleb and began walking towards him. "Where do you think you are going?""Going back to where I belong," Caleb responded, his gaze defiant.Mr. Callahan reached Caleb, dusting imaginary specks from his chest, then straightening the collar of his worn shirt. "It's too late," he simply said."Too late for what?" Caleb asked, narrowing his eyes."It's too late to go back to your previous life,"

The sleek, black limousine pulled up to a grand, iron gate, intricately designed and taller than any Caleb had ever seen. Beyond it, a long, winding driveway led to a magnificent mansion. It was a sprawling estate, far larger and more beautiful than even Mr. Callahan's home. This was his late mother, Fiona's, building. The gate opened silently, and the car glided through. Inside, the mansion was breathtaking. High ceilings, polished marble floors, and art adorned the walls. A distinguished-looking man, Mr. Loo, with kind eyes and a neat uniform, stepped forward. He was the head house caretaker. Beside him stood a woman with sharp, observant eyes and a disciplined posture, Daphne, his new personal bodyguard. "Welcome home, young master," Mr. Loo said, bowing slightly. Caleb simply nodded, taking in the immense space. He walked through several grand rooms until he found one that seemed to be his mother's study. It was still filled with her personal belongings: books on shelves, a half