Norah’s day had been a whirlwind of meetings, emails, and tight deadlines at Oscorp. The entire company was buzzing with anticipation as they prepared for multiple projects that would reshape the company's future. As the manager, the weight of ensuring each department performed at its best rested on her shoulders.Earlier that afternoon, she had expressed her desire to accompany Charles to the airport to pick up his mother, an occasion she’d been eager to partake In. It was the first time she would meet his mother, and she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when he had to decline her offer due to her demanding workload.Charles had convinced her to stay behind, assuring her they would meet his mother after work. “I’ll see you at home later.” He had said, sounding confident as ever.Now, as Norah walked to the parking lot, exhaustion clung to her. She longed to retreat to the comfort of home, and the prospect of finally meeting Charles’ mother added to her eagerness. They had

The morning sun reflected through the windows of the Adams family mansion, illuminating the dining room where Emma sat with her family. The scent of brewed coffee and a breakfast of bacon and eggs filled the air as they gathered around the beautifully carved mahogany table.Emma, her delicate features framed by a length of dark hair, wore a troubled expression that was hard to miss. She glanced across the table at her brother, Michael, whose arrogance was matched only by his confidence. Emma knew he was the source of her current woes.With a sigh, Emma turned her attention to her mother. Mrs. Adams, impeccably dressed, her sharp eyes betraying a cunning intellect. Mary, sat next to Emma, her eyes filled with sympathy and concern.“Mother,” Emma began, her voice trembling, “I regret listening to Michael’s advice last week. We shouldn’t have schemed against Charles and Norah like we did.”Mrs. Adams arched an elegant eyebrow, her gaze never leaving Emma. “Go on, dear,” she said, her tone

Charles’s heart pounded in his chest as panic overtook him. “Norah!” he screamed, desperately hoping to hear her voice in response.He raced through the smoke-filled corridors of the floor. Flames lapped at the walls, and the scent of burning wood and plastic hung heavy in the air. He ran across the blazing corridor, searching for any sign of Norah. His eyes stung from the smoke, and his breath came in frantic gasps. The smoke alarm blared loudly, adding to the chaotic scene. Charles pushed forward, determined to find his beloved Norah, his worry growing with each passing second.“Norah!” Charles called out again, the desperation in his voice echoing through the inferno. His frantic search led him to her office, but it was empty. Fear clawed at his heart as he stumbled further into the burning building.Then, just when despair threatened to consume him, he heard a faint cough. It was Norah’s voice, weak and muffled by the chaos around them. Following the sound, he found her trapped be

The night had been long, filled with images of flames and the distant wails of sirens. Charles had called his mother, Selena, on their way to the hospital, panic in his voice as he informed her of Norah’s fire accident at Oscorp. Selena’s heart had pounded with worry, her maternal instincts urging her to rush to the hospital immediately.But then, the phone had rung again, and Charles’ voice had been different this time. He told her not to worry about coming to the hospital that night, assuring her that they were managing the situation. Selena had reluctantly agreed, though every fiber of her being wanted to be there for her son and Norah.The morning sun spilled through the hospital windows and across the reception area. Selena arrived early, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. She was dressed in a simple, yet elegant, dress that conveyed her love and concern for her son and girlfriend. Her heart was heavy with anticipation as she approached the reception desk.“Good morning

Charles sat behind the wheel of his car, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he navigated the bustling morning traffic. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden glow over the city, but Charles’s mind was far from the serene morning scene. He was on his way to the office of the private detective he had hired, a decision he made because his own office was still under investigation, a place that now filled him with anger and frustration due to recent events.As he drove, his thoughts were consumed by the burning question that had haunted him for weeks. Could Emma, his ex-wife, be responsible for the fire that had nearly claimed the life of Norah, his girlfriend? He knew Emma well—her jealousy and treacherous nature—but what he couldn’t fathom was why she would go to such lengths to exact revenge on him or Norah. Just weeks ago, he had sternly warned her to stay clear of their lives, and she had reluctantly agreed. Yet, it seemed she had broken that promise, crossing a dangerou