Javier's grip on Ruby's hand tightened as he gazed lovingly at her fragile form on the hospital bed. Despite the progress she'd made, her face still bore a pale, wan complexion, and the bruises on her body lingered as a haunting reminder of her ordeal. As he tenderly adjusted the covers to ensure her comfort, Ruby's eyes fluttered open, and she weakly shrugged. "Ruby!" Javier exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "Ruby, are you awake? Oh, thank God!" He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning hers for any sign of recognition or pain. Ruby's gaze slowly focused on Javier's face, and a faint smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Javier..." Her voice was barely audible, but it was enough to send a wave of joy and gratitude through his entire being. “I was stupid for not being with my phone at a crucial time. You must have felt alone and scared. I'm sorry” he apologised again. “No. I wasn't scared at all because I

"I'm not getting married to you yet," Damian stated firmly, his eyes locked on Veronica's. Her response was laced with frustration and desperation. "Why are you constantly pushing me away? If you're done with me, just be honest instead of leading me on." Her words were tinged with a sense of possessiveness, as if she wouldn't let him go without a fight which was true. She had no intention of letting him go. Damian attempted to deflect the conversation. "Can we drop this discussion? I need to get to work." Veronica stood her ground, her voice firm. "I need to get to work too, but I came here to stock your fridge with food, only to find this mess. So don't try to escape this conversation. Let's have it now!" Her eyes flashed with determination, refusing to let him off the hook. “You really want to have this conversation right now? You want me to be sincere with you?” “Yes” The tension between Damian and Veronica was interrupted by the sound of Ruby's heels clicking on the st

"Dad, I think I have something that could really lift your spirits right now," Nathan said, entering his father's study where he seemed lost in thought. Matthew's gaze shifted from his introspection, curiosity piqued. "What is it, son?" Nathan's hand dipped into his pocket, producing a transparent package containing a toothbrush. A sly grin spread across his face as he presented it to his father. "This." Matthew's confusion was evident. "A toothbrush? What's so special about it?" Nathan's smile grew wider. "It belongs to Damian. With this, we can finally run a DNA test and expose him as a fraud. Just imagine it, Dad we'll prove he's been deceiving everyone, and the company will be ours, rightfully so!" Matthew's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued, as he sat up straight. "You actually managed to get your hands on it? Well done, son," he said, his satisfaction evident in his voice. He stretched out his hand, expecting Nathan to hand over the toothbrush, but Nathan shook his h

As the darkness enveloped him, Damian's breath quickened and his heart raced. His anxiety was back. The memories came flooding back - the screech of tires, the crunch of metal, and the feeling of weightlessness as the car somersaulted. He could almost smell the blood and smoke. His vision blurred, and his head spun. He felt like he was trapped in the wreckage all over again, unable to escape. His grip on the railing tightened as he struggled to breathe, his mind screaming for escape from the suffocating darkness. He tried to speak so he could call Ruby who was busy screaming to let people know they were in the elevator for help but his voice caught in his throat. "Is there someone you can call?" Ruby asked, turning to face him, only to be met with a distressing sight. Damian had slid to the floor, his hands clutching his collar, his face contorted in anguish, and sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes locked onto Ruby's, pleading for help. The scene was a stark contrast to the

Jeremiah sat on the floor of his hot apartment, the worn book cover he’d been using to fan himself now discarded beside him. His back was pressed against the door, the only cool surface he could find, but the heat wasn’t the only thing that made him feel like he was suffocating. He couldn't believe Amelia would do that to him.They had been together for two years, a constant through all his struggles. He thought she understood that things were difficult right now, that his dreams were worth the struggle, and that she would be there when things finally turned around. But he was wrong. She had moved on to someone who could provide the comfortable life he was still striving for, leaving him to face his failures alone. He has done his best to make her happy every chance he could buy it was never enough for her. But was she wrong? She had done her best to stick by a Twenty seven years old man with no directions for two years. He was miserable and he couldn't even afford to cry with the air c