Chapter Sixty Two Vincent and Anastasia arrived at the superstar talent audition, drawing immediate attention due to the entourage of imposing bodyguards surrounding Anastasia. She exuded an air of elegance, adorned in expensive clothing, exquisite diamond jewelry, and a pair of stunning shoes that glistened with every step. Anastasia moved gracefully, like a swan navigating still waters.Vincent, in stark contrast, chose a casual ensemble for the occasion. He blended seamlessly into the crowd, a nobody amidst the glitz and glamour that permeated the event. Whispers and curious gazes filled the air as people tried to unravel the mystery of this unexpected pairing.Anastasia had always been an enigma, known for her discreet nature despite her fame. Her presence was like a sudden burst of stardust in the dimly lit room. Vincent, by her side, looked bewildered yet content, basking in the radiance of her aura. Their differences were evident, but so was their connection, an unspoken bond

Chapter Sixty Four Amidst the chaos and speculation, a strong, authoritative voice suddenly rang out above the commotion. It was Elijah, one of the caregivers from the orphanage, who had always been a pillar of strength for the children. He had rushed to the scene as soon as he heard the news, and now he was taking charge."Everyone, please, calm down!" Elijah shouted, his voice unwavering. "We need to focus on helping the children who are hurt. Panicking won't do anyone any good."His words seemed to have an immediate effect. The onlookers began to quiet down, realizing that their hysteria was only adding to the confusion. Elijah's calm demeanor and experience in dealing with crises were reassuring to everyone.Elijah, with the help of a few volunteers from the crowd, began attending to the injured children. They provided comfort, first aid, and reassurance to those who were traumatized by the fire. It was a heartbreaking sight, but Elijah's presence brought a sense of hope and stab

Chapter Sixty Six The vice president smiled at Vincent and the assembled crowd, attempting to project an air of assurance. "I understand your concerns," she began, her voice dripping with practiced charm. "I assure you that everything will be sorted out. The orphanage's future will be secured, and the affected families will be compensated adequately. There's no need for further protests."However, the people in the crowd exchanged knowing glances. They had heard these promises before, and they had seen how easily they could be broken. The vice president's reputation for making grandiose statements and then failing to deliver on them was well-known.The chants for justice grew louder, drowning out her words. "Justice! Justice!" the crowd cried, their voices echoing through the street. They knew that their fight was far from over and that they couldn't rely on empty assurances.Vincent stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Madam Vice President," he said, his voice calm but firm, "we'v

Chapter Sixty Eight Anastasia, the president's daughter, paced nervously in her elegant living room. Her heart was heavy with worry, and her fingers trembled as she held her phone. Vincent, the man she loved deeply, hadn't answered any of her calls. It had been days, and the silence was unbearable.She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. With determination, she dialed Vincent's number once more and waited, her eyes fixed on her phone's screen. The ringtone echoed through the room, each second feeling like an eternity.Voicemail. The automated voice came on, and Anastasia's voice quivered as she left a message, "Vincent, it's me, Anastasia. I've been trying to reach you, and I'm really worried. Please, call me back as soon as you can. I need to know you're okay."Tears welled up in her eyes as she ended the call. She couldn't help but recall the countless memories they had shared, the laughter, the dreams, and the love that had blossomed between them. But now, a gn

Chapter Seventy Anastasia paced back and forth in her cozy living room. Her heart raced, and her mind churned with thoughts that she couldn't seem to control. She wasn't used to feeling this way, this anxious, this uncertain. She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Anastasia, what's going on with you?"Her gaze drifted to the window overlooking the house next door, where Vincent lived. They had only been neighbors for a short time, but something about him had captured her attention from the very beginning. Maybe it was the way he smiled when he saw her, or the friendly chats they'd had over the fence. Anastasia couldn't deny that she looked forward to those moments, and her heart would flutter like a fragile bird each time.As she continued to pace, Anastasia realized the truth that was hard to admit - she was falling for Vincent. The realization sent shivers down her spine. She had always been a practical person, not one to let emotions run wild. But now, here she was, caug