“Are you kidding me?” Simon said with the same stoic look on his face. “If I didn’t know that you are so worried about him right now, I will take that as an insult. He will be on his feet in time. Now let me go in there before that man forgets that he was supposed to be out of there in five seconds” he squeezed her shoulder before he opened the door with one hand while removing a mask and gloves from his pocket with the other.“What is…” Silas paused as the director came out of the emergency room, cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked at Andrea before he proceeded on his way without saying anything.“Look at that,” Silas said anxiously when the overhead light changed immediately to “Operation in Progress”Andrea merely nodded and held her arms tightly to her body to prevent herself from wringing her hands. “Simon got this,” She thought to herself. “He got this or I might have to kill him”“What is going on?” Silas’s voice jolted her out of her anxious thought and she almost sna

If pains were animate, Jason was sure that the one currently dancing Kumbaya in his head would be a sadist. He groaned out loud when he tried to open his eyes and it seemed as if they were stabbed with hot pokers or maybe the loud groan was only in his head? Jason couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that the pain would kill him befire anything else.“Anything else?” he paused in his thoughts. Why did he think…The memories started rushing back so fast that they took Jason’s breath away. The sensation was so gripping, the images so clear that he thought he would die from it even before the impact killed him. Impact! He stopped abruptly even as his breath wheezed in and out. He had an impact! He was shot at! Then…Jason gasped as his eyes jerked open abruptly, the lights burning his eyes even as he strained to see beyound the blindness. There was someone bent over him! The shooter? The shooter is back and he was exposed! He was… what was that sound?“Jason, my dear? Please calm down.

“I am not going to stand for this!” “You? Stand for what? What do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Do you think because you manage to worm yourself into this family now you can have a say? I know women like you and I am not so stupid as my dear nephew! So you shut up your mouth or get out of this meeting!” “Uncle, don’t call me stupid!” Silence ensued in the meeting room of Engorge, the parent company of the Fitzgeralds as everyone looked at Matteo who finally spoke up since the meeting ensued. His uncle gave him a thorough look while trying to rein in his anger and Sonia felt disgusted by the way the man physically passed a fake smile on before he turned towards Matteo. “Of course, my dear nephew. You know I wouldn’t call you that on a normal day but then it was this…this woman of yours that provoked me” his uncle stated with a caustic look at Sonia. “You mean because I dared to talk at all? Because I am not just sitting there like your “dear” little nephew and watc

“I have been such a fool,” Sonia thought to herself as she discreetly looked at the grandness of Celia’s home even as she pleaded with the latter to just let Jason see her. How was she supposed to know that the nearly penniless Jason could make a comeback and even have the money to buy such a house for a woman to whom he was not even related?She had not been going around lately in the circles of those snobbish, upscale ladies for nothing after all. She had heard from the grapevines that Jason bought the house for Celia. Nothing goes past the nose of the aristocracy of course unless they choose to ignore it or deemed it beneath notice. Bunch of stupid, entitled ninnies that had almost all they had handed down to them. None of them was like her. She had worked hard to get to where she was. Seducing and making sure that that bastard, Matteo let go of his strings of girlfriend to finally claim her as his girlfriend was not an easy feat at all. Not to talk of all the humiliation that And

Months Later Nineteen-year-old Millicent Dimitrios looked down at the lifeless body of her grandpa, the only family she had left on earth. The erratic life machine was silent now. The nurses were out of the room after persuading her to leave the room, to no avail. Oh, they would probably still be crowding her head at the moment with their patronising talk. Aunt Florence had prevented that. She had requested that they let Millicent have some time with him. It was funny that she felt nothing as she looked down at the flaccid skin of her grandpa. A once healthy-looking man robust with life, cancer and the barrage of chemo treatment and medication had stripped him of his once robust look. The man who had finally succumbed to death that morning had skin made splotchy from his illness. Yet even till the last moment. Right until the breath left his body, his animated look had still been there in his once-soulful eyes. Kristos Dimitrios, the founder of the Los Cabarellos. The former Grand P