“Karen?” He was confused.“What are you doing here?” He asked, crawling to her.“Karen noo!!” He screamed aloud.Karen was on the ground, her face twisted in pain but her eyes full of determination. "Stay with me, Karen" Nicholas pleaded, his voice breaking. He applied pressure to the wound, with his hands.“I can't lose you, not after Sarah, I'm sorry for everything, Karen please” Nicholas wept.“Shit, that useless woman ruined my plan” Kim Orme said with anger.“No…Karen-” Naomi hissed, she made a joke of Nicholas.Camella felt uncomfortable with what was happening. Surely it was their plan all along but Karen being shot does not make sense to her. Their target was Nicholas, and spilling more blood.“My apologies for missing the other time, now let's start again” Kim Orme said and pointed the gun at him.“Freeze.” They heard a loud masculine voice. The police surrounded them, asking Kim Orme and his team to surrender.Naomi and the rest panicked.“How did they know this place!” Nao

"Naomi, get out!" The master’s voice thundered through the hallway of the house, echoing off the marble floors and high ceilings. His face, with fury, loomed over her as he shoved her out the door. Naomi stumbled into the pouring rain, her thin dress instantly soaking through, clinging to her trembling frame. Raindrops mixed with the tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to stay on her feet. She could barely see through the downpour, but the sting of the master's cruel words was clear enough. He had always been harsh, but tonight was different. Tonight, he seemed possessed by an unrelenting rage.She didn't have time to collect herself before she felt the sharp crack of the cane against her back. She cried out in pain, the sound swallowed by the storm. Another strike, and another, each blow sending her sprawling until she could no longer stand. She lay on the cold, wet pavement, her body drenched with rain and sobs, her spirit nearly broken.The Master opened the door and

The sterile, white walls of the hospital seemed to close in on Nicholas as he processed the news. He had come here expecting to support Karen through her injury, but the revelation that she was pregnant hit him like a ton of bricks. His mind filled with emotions—shock, and guilt.He had been so blinded by his duty to his sister that he failed to see what was happening right in front of him. Karen had been there for him, and yet he had taken her for granted. Nicholas paced the small waiting room, He could hear the faint sounds of the hospital—monitors beeping, the murmur of doctors and nurses, the occasional cry of a newborn. When the doctor approached and explained Karen's condition to him. Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. Karen's condition was dire; she was in critical need of a heart transplant. The pregnancy had complicated her health to the point where without a new heart, she wouldn't survive. Nicholas felt helpless—he had never been one to pray, but at that moment, h

Karen lay in the sterile white hospital bed, her skin pale and fragile against the sheets. Every day, Sophia and Nicholas took turns at her side attending to her.They helped her eat, coaxing her to take in the nourishing soups and teas they brought, gently wiping her mouth when she grew too weak to manage on her own."You're doing great, Karen," Sophia would say, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.Nicholas would adjust her pillows, hold her hand, and speak to her in smooth, soft tones. "We’re here for you, Karen. You’re not alone."“I'm sorry for your loss- Camella.” Karen spoke with her face full of remorse.“It's okay dear, you also, you lost your baby.” He kissed her.“Our baby.” Karen corrected and they both burst into laughter.One afternoon, the hospital room was filled with the low murmur of a news report. The television displays a newscaster."In a surprising turn of events, Kim Orme has been arrested," the news anchor reported, his voice steady and professional.

Naomi wandered in the market, Stalls overflowed with vibrant fruits and vegetables. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of exotic spices."Fresh oranges! Get your fresh oranges here!" a seller called out, his voice rising.Naomi paused, examining the oranges. They were plump and juicy, promising a burst of sweetness. She reached into her pocket, feeling the meager coins she had left. With a sigh, she realized she didn't have any to buy this fruit.As she turned away, her gaze fell upon a man struggling with a large crate. He looked up, catching her eye, and smiled."Could you lend me a hand?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.Naomi nodded, stepping forward to help. Together, they lifted the crate into a truck."Thank you," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "My name is Joe, by the way."“Why is he telling me his name, did I ask him” Naomi said within."Naomi," she replied, faking a smile."Naomi, you look like you could use a bre