The sky in Monaco was bright, there weren't any signs of storms in the sky.Mr Hanes and his wife Anita are sitting on the beach enjoying their vacation."Could this vacation get any better?" Mrs Anita asked as she laid on the beach bed by his husband's side."Nothing beats a good vocation in an undisclosed location, where no one would bother you with calls and excessive work load." Her voice was barely above whispers as she stared out the open beaches filled with billionaires probably on vacation just as they were.The beach was a canvas of serenity, the soft sands, a welcoming embrace beneath their feet.Crystal clear water danced in the sunlight, a mesmerizing spectacle of azure hues stretching as far as the eyes could see.Gentle waves kissed the shoreline, creating a soothing melody that harmonizer with the distant laughter of the vocationers.Palm trees swayed in graceful rhythm, casting dappled shadows that provided a respite from the sun's warm embrace.The sun carried a delic

Dropping off from the car was Iris Douglas, she walked slowly towards the door of her house.She had forgotten her phone and gone to work at the Douglas Empire.Entering the house, she staggered to the light switch and flickers it on ImmediatelyThe light floods the entire room illuminating the whole room.Her gaze Immediately falls on their wedding picture that hung just the wall in front of her.She smiled gleefully, as the memories of her wedding to Donald Douglas flooded her mind like a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors swirling in a mesmerizing dance.Each memory was a hue, painting the canvas of her mind with joyous moments: the radiant smiles exchanged, the tender whispers of love, the euphoric dance they shared as newlyweds.It was as if every moment from that day was a brushstroke, creating a masterpiece of cherished happiness.The image in the photograph seemed to come alive, radiating the same warmth and love that enveloped her heart.Turning her gaze to her bed, she spotted h

Opening the mahogany wooden door, ris met by the impassive face of Donald Douglas.His countenance wasn't bright and encouraging as though he was a portrait drained of its vibrant colors, replaced instead by a somber shades of gray.His eyes usually filled with warmth laughter, now mirrored solemnity of a stormy sky, void of their usual sparkle.The line etched on his face told a silent story of worry and burden, a stark contrast to the usual jovial line formed by laughter and joy.Iris felt a pang in her chest, seeing that the person loved so much cloaked in an unusual shroud of solemnity.Gazing into her eyes, Donald Douglas noticed she had been crying.His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as he closed the door and asked, "Iris your eyes are red, have you been crying since you came back from work?" His voice laced with concern and care for his wife.The room was silent with Iris staring at him as though she was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts swirling like dry leave

Still at the hospital, the door opens widely to reveal a different doctor."Good day!" I'm here to run some tests, the doctor who was dressed to perfection from his head to toe spoke out loudly, causing Iris Douglas to shudder in trepidation."Sure! go ahead doctor," the cold voice of Lady Karen Douglas broke out.The doctor walks over to Iris with a tray of injections and drugs."Relax, it wouldn't hurt a bit." The doctor's voice was barely above whispers as he proceeded giving way for lady Karen Douglas and Donald to continue their silent talks.Gazing askance at Lady Karen Douglas, Donald Douglas said," Grandma, we can't send her away…I really love her, even though the Hanes cooperation has gone bankrupt, my love for her would never die, not today, not ever." Donald's voice was barely above whispers and laced with a mix of concern and fear.As he whispered, he was mindful of the words he used so as not to get the great matriarch, Lady Karen Douglas angry.Staring askance at him, La

The sky is clear, the stars are twinkling high above the sky."Goodnight grandma!" Donald Douglas voice was barely above whispers as he retired to his bedroom."Sleep well, Donald." The voice of lady Karen Douglas is barely above whispers as she retired to her room.Sanking inside her bed, she sat and her thoughts went raced.'I have to find a way, a good workable plan that I will use to break that poor pest called Alex Waynee away from the most important asset I have now, my granddaughter, Sandra Douglas, the acting CEO of Elvis Global Empire.' Her thoughts raced as if she was orchestrating a complex symphony in her mind. Lady Karen Douglas knew that separating Alex Waynee from her granddaughter would require finesse and meticulous planning. As she lay in the darkness, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, her mind danced through strategies and schemes.Images flashed before her eyes like scenes from a suspenseful movie. She pondered alliances to forge, strings