AAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAH!!!That was the scream which echoed from the maternity ward of the Hollowbridge Exquisite Hospital.Outside, a woman stood before a man. Her name was Maziya. Some called her a prophetess, some, a seer, but most feared her.She had only said one thing so far and it was enough to drain the color from the man's face.“The child your wife carries… will destroy your house.”The man gripped the armrest of the chair. “Speak clearly, damn you.”Her voice, dry like the rustling of dead leaves, didn't rise.“He will wear your name with shame. He will bring your legacy to its knees. He will be both your heir... and your ruin.”A soft murmur erupted among his entourage.“He will take what should never be his, marry his sister, and will kill his own blood.”The man stood up, slamming a fist on the table. “Enough! My wife is in labor right now. Do you expect me to believe this superstitious madness? I am a man of logic. I build futures, I bend votes and run states …”Maziya r

Jaxon watched as everyone at Brattson Diagnostics was on edge as whispers swept down the glassed corridors: “She’s coming.”Dr. Shirley Moss, the Harvard-trained goddess of scalpel and pride was due to arrive at any moment. Her transfer was not a request; it was an order from him, Jaxon, the anonymous CEO. The media called her a miracle worker, but the staff feared her like a final exam.“She’s here! Everyone on their damn toes!” Director Charles Harrow barked, clapping his hands as a luxury black SUV glided to a stop outside.She stepped out and like royalty, her silky dress spiraled behind her; heels slapping against marble floors like an applause."Director Harrow," she said, eyes not even on Charles, "You’re two minutes late."Charles grinned. "Welcome to Brattson, Dr. Moss. We are… honored."Her lips twitched. "Are you?"Jaxon stayed near the entrance, watching and observing with mild amusement. No one would ever guess he was the CEO of the same empire they were all bowing to.S

Back at the estate, the Governor and his wife held a dinner; and everyone was invited except Jaxon.But he stood quietly near the back corner of the room, like a waiter who had missed his queue. His wife, Rosey Harrow, was all over her new lover boy seated beside her – DSS Lewis Brooks.Governor Harrow leaned forward. “Rosey,” he said, his voice smooth but layered with steel. “It’s time you stop playing wife to that janitor you call a husband.”Jaxon’s hands clenched behind his back.“I agree, Father,” chimed in Judy, Rosey’s younger sister, flipping her blonde hair. “He’s... an embarrassment.”Governor Harrow turned to Lewis with a proud smirk. “Unlike Jaxon, this man has backbone, discipline, and power.”Lewis chuckled like an overpraised toddler. “Last month, I coordinated an intelligence op that saved an ambassador’s life. I’ve met presidents, generals, emperors, senators, name them. Trust me, I could give Rosey the life she deserves.”Everyone at the table nodded, even Madame Cli

“Where are we going?” Rosey snapped, glaring at the street signs flying past.“You’ll see, just wait.”“I swear, Jaxon, if this is one of your sad little attempts to win me back…”“It’s not.”Jaxon sat quietly behind the wheel, his hands calm, he could see Rosey from the passenger’s mirror and she was still beautiful, even in her rage.“What the hell are we doing here?” She asked when they stopped in front of the Grand Saville Hotel.Jaxon didn’t answer, he just nodded toward the lobby.She stormed out of the car and marched ahead of him through the wide glass doors. The staff recognized her immediately, after all, she was the governor’s daughter. “How do you know where..?” she started, then froze. “Why are we here?”But Jaxon said nothing.She flung open the door to Room 107 with the swipe of a card, the one Jaxon had conveniently “found” and passed to her in the car.And there, standing shirtless, his lips grazing the neck of a woman who was clearly not her, was her lover boy, DSS

“Sources confirm the Governor and First Lady were poisoned at the Governor’s Night! Earlier today!”“We are live outside Brattson Diagnostics, where Governor Harrow and Madame Clinton are fighting for their lives. Doctors say only a miracle can save them now.”Reporters spoke into their mics as cameras reeled before them.Behind them, a wall of Security operatives kept the crowd behind yellow barricades as cameras flashed dangerously.In the waiting area, Rosey and Judy sat curled into each other, their designer dresses wrinkled with anxiety. Judy sobbed silently while Rosey stared ahead, eyes red, unblinking. The cameras outside flashed in her mind, but all she could hear was her mother’s shallow breathing through the glass.“I can’t lose them,” Judy whispered.“We won’t!” “What if he dies?” Judy whispered. “Papa can’t die. Not like this.”Rosey shook her head numbly. “He won’t. Brighton is the best. Everyone says so.”Inside the ICU wing, Governor Harrow lay unconscious, his broad