Dylan woke up early, feeling rested and ready to start the day. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, determined to make breakfast for Maya before dressing her for school. He took out a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and some sliced bread from the fridge and started cooking.He cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them together, adding a splash of milk and a pinch of salt. He then fried the bacon in a pan until it was crispy and golden brown. As the bacon sizzled, he toasted the bread in the toaster and spread a generous amount of butter on each slice.When everything was ready, he plated the food and set the table. He poured some orange juice into a glass and placed it beside Maya's plate.After a few minutes, he made his way to Maya's room and gently shook her shoulder. "Good morning, honey," he said softly. "It's time to wake up. I made you breakfast.”Maya stirred without opening her eyes. “I don't want to eat.”Dylan furrowed his brows and noticed she was restless. He ra

“What help?” Dylan questioned.Allison wasn't sure of how she was gonna say it or where she was gonna begin. She hesitated before finally saying, “I don't want to add you to my problem - or rather family problem, but I'm desperate, to be honest. I can do anything to stop my marriage to Brandon.”Dylan furrowed his brows as she made that comment. “Do anything?” He asked in confusion.Allison nodded and answered, “Yeah. Maybe in a way, you could help me push Brandon away. The guy can be a scaredy cat. You know like how you do in high school when you want to warn a guy to stay away from a girl – that sort of thing. I don't know if it's possible now.”Dylan stared at her for a few seconds as he thought deeply about it. He could do that. And she will owe him. He smirked and nodded with an ulterior motive. “Of course it's possible. I'll make that boy scurry out of your life like the frightened cat he is.”Allison let out a shaky breath of relief and smiled. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Dy

Dylan’s Aston Martin arrived and he drove it toward Harper's villa. He got a call from them and wondered what they could possibly want from him.As he drove, he couldn't help but ponder on the fact that Hermione was truly pregnant. All the more reason for him to finally end it with that family. He hated them deeply and this day might be the last day he was going to be visiting that house.He arrived and came out of his car, only to find them outside waiting for him. It was confusing. Dylan cleared his throat and walked toward them with his hands shoved in his pockets.“So what can I do for you guys?” He asked with a snide smile on his face.Madame Sharon’s gaze was lowered for a while before she looked at Dylan and came forward. “Today, I've decided I'm gonna have to lay off my hatred for you since what I'm about to say is more important than that.”Dylan nodded, having no idea where Madame Sharon was driving into. “Okay.” He said unsurely.“You see, your psycho of a cousin called and

Dylan stood in the center of the Red's Wing gun range, a sleek, modern space with shiny black floors and gleaming steel walls. The sound of gunshots echoed through the air as he loaded his handgun, the weight of the weapon heavy in his hand. He took aim at the target, his eyes focused on the bullseye in front of him.He squeezed the trigger and felt the recoil of the gun, watching as the bullet hit its mark with a satisfying thud.“Wow. That was good!” Azure King remarked.Dylan took a deep breath and fired again, the sharp smell of gunpowder filling his nostrils. As he continued to shoot, his mind emptied of everything except the task at hand.“So this girl, Dylan, what's your deal with her?” Azure King as he also shoots his target.Dylan glanced at him and answered, “I'm not really sure. I know she likes me though.”“And what are you waiting for?! Take her, man! This is rare and it just seems to be that you've hit the jackpot! If this girl accepts you for who you are, then you're in

At the Harper’s villa, they all returned home, all lost in deep thoughts. Hermione was in disbelief that she has finally ended it with Dylan, it was like her old prayers came true, except that they were no longer what she wanted.But Madame Sharon’s was different. What was taking over her thoughts was the message she received about having forty eight hours to live. Was that a drill, or was it actual? It scared her to think too much about it.If care is not taken, she could die of a heart attack or stroke like Gregory Clifford.She dragged her leg toward one of the sofas and sat down with a loud sigh. She was being threatened and she didn't know what to do about it.She couldn't even go to the cops cause they might ask why someone was sending her such a message and she can't exactly say it is because she was involved in the death of Ravenna Hastings or the ghost of Ravenna Hastings has been haunting her, even almost killing her one time after trapping her in a warehouse.Gosh, that day