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The Weight Of A Name
The late-evening breeze brushes against Mark’s skin as he steps out of the hospital. The black SUV waits near the entrance, its engine humming softly like a heartbeat. Lights from the hospital spill across the pavement, stretching long shadows toward him.Zhang Wei walks beside him, unhurried, as if sensing that Mark needs the silence. Not the heavy silence from before the results—this one is gentler, allowing him space to breathe, to absorb, to understand.They stop beside the SUV, but Mark doesn’t get in immediately. He leans against the cool metal, folding his arms across his chest as if shielding the fragile storm inside him.Zhang watches him quietly.“You don’t have to pretend to be strong,” he says after a long moment.Mark exhales shakily, staring at the ground. “I’m not pretending. I’m just… overwhelmed. Everything feels unreal. Like I’m standing outside my body, watching someone else’s life.”Zhang moves closer, leaning agains
The Truth In His Blood
Silence.The kind that presses against the ears and swallows every sound in the room.The doctor’s eyes linger on Mark, steady—almost reverent. Zhang Wei doesn’t breathe. Mark’s pulse hammers as if trying to escape his chest.Finally, the doctor clears his throat.“—the probability of paternity is 99.98%. There is no doubt. You are biologically related to Huang Liang.”The words hit Mark like a blow.For a moment, he just stands there. Still. Cold. Thoughtless.As if the world has gone soundless again.Zhang exhales shakily—a breath he had been holding for thirty years. His knees tremble before he steadies himself, bowing his head with emotion. “I told you,” he whispers. “I told you.”But Mark… Mark only hears the rush of blood in his ears.Huang Liang.The name he had heard only today.Father.A man he never knew.A family he never imagined.A lineage rooted in wealth, power, and influence—while he had spent his life fighting fo
The Stranger's Truth
The morning opens quietly in the village until the hum of black SUVs breaks the calm. Dust swirls; people stop what they’re doing. Mama Ogechi shades her eyes as the convoy rolls to a halt near her stall. The doors open. The man they all knew as Uche steps out—but this time he’s transformed: pressed suit, dark glasses, the air of someone who commands entire boardrooms.Mark freezes mid-stride. The villagers whisper: “Is this the same man? Where did he go to? and how did he transform?”Zhang Wei walked a bit and then paused, his voice steady but carrying authority.“Mark.”Mark’s pulse jumps.“You know my name?”Zhang Wei smiles faintly as he removed his glasses. “I'm Uche, don't panic."He gestures toward a shaded spot beneath the almond tree. Mama Ogechi looks between them, sensing something larger than village gossip.When they sit, Zhang’s tone softens. “You’ve lived here for a whille, haven’t you? Hardworking, quiet, helping others. But tell me—have you ever wondered where you tru
The Man in the SUV
The early morning sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and orange, stretching across the sleepy village like a soft veil. Birds chirped lazily on the trees lining the narrow, dusty road that wound through the heart of the village. Life was just beginning to stir.Mama Ogechi had barely finished setting up her wooden stall when the sound of tires crunching against gravel pierced the calm. Heads turned. The village had heard the rare motorcycle engine or delivery truck, but this was different. A low, purring hum echoed like something out of a television drama. Within seconds, a sleek black SUV emerged from the bend, its windows tinted, its body shimmering like polished obsidian.Children who had been kicking a worn-out football stopped mid-game. Traders paused their chatter. Even Papa Ebuka, known for his deafness, looked up from where he was tending to his stubborn goat.The SUV came to a gentle stop right in front of Mama Ogechi’s shop. No music blared. No dust cloud billowed dram
The Ink Of Memory
The morning was unusually quiet. A soft breeze rustled through the trees outside Mark’s window as he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his arm. The dragon tattoo curled around his bicep, its ink still as dark and vivid as the day he’d gotten it. For weeks, he had avoided looking at it, choosing instead to wear long sleeves or bandages. But today, something made him roll up his sleeve and face it.He traced the outline slowly with his fingers. The dragon’s wings were spread wide, its eyes fierce and determined. It was more than just a design—it was a memory. A link to who he used to be. And as he stared at it, the dam he had kept tightly sealed began to crack open.His mind drifted backward, past the years of betrayal and prison, to a time when he was just a boy.—He was nine. Sitting on a worn-out mat in the small living room of his uncle’s house. The air smelled of pepper soup and dust. His uncle, a lean, sharp-eyed man, sat across from him, sharpening a knife slowly.“Come her
New Tools, New Fire
The sun rose softly over the hills, casting golden light through the mist that draped the village like a fragile curtain. Mark sat on the bamboo bench behind Ikenna’s house, his hands wrapped around a cup of lukewarm pap. The events of the past few days still echoed in his head—saving the child, the startled gasps from villagers who once whispered behind his back, and the quiet nods of respect he had begun to receive. It felt foreign. It felt dangerous. It felt like the start of something he hadn't dared hope for in a long time.The villagers, in their own quiet way, had begun showing appreciation. Some left a few plantains at his doorstep. One elderly woman dropped a small pouch filled with coins and said, "For the hand that saves, may you be preserved."With a careful count of his savings, including the few gifts he’d received, Mark realized he had just enough. Enough to buy a second-hand laptop. Not for entertainment. Not for emails. For something more serious. Something rooted in
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