"Err, Dad..." Sultan stammered, searching for the right words. "I, um, I don't remember having a mole. Maybe... maybe you're mistaken?”His father’s expression turned serious. "You do have a mole, son," he insisted.Sultan blinked, the fear of being exposed tightening in his chest. "Dad, I said in the interview that I underwent surgery. I wasn’t lying. If I had a mole before, I shouldn’t have one now."His father narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Nice joke, son," he said, stretching out his hand and pointing to Sultan’s face. "There, the mole is still there. Perhaps the surgery didn’t do much justice to the mole, and I’m thankful it didn’t. That mole reminds me of our father-son relationship. It’d be sad if it were lost."Sultan quickly raised his hand to his nose, poking around until he felt the mole. It wasn’t small, nor was it big, but it was clearly noticeable from a closer distance. How? He had looked at himself in the mirror today and there was no mole. His mind raced, trying t

"Let's meet for the last time, Sultan."Ashley rode on her bike all the way to the Finn Household. She had been dreading this visit for weeks since she came back to the city, but she knew it was necessary. She could guess her step-aunt, Felicia was likely to be her usual condescending self, but Ashley was determined to keep her cool.As she entered the house, the maids greeted her warmly, and she exchanged pleasantries with them. The Sanderson family's wealth and status meant she was always treated with deference, even by the Finns, who were merely "average people trying to live off by selling their daughters to rich men."Ashley made her way to Tania's room, her mischievous mind cooking up tricks to anger her dear sweet step-cousin. Sadly, the house was too quiet for one that would host a wedding thr next day, she had a feeling something was off. Still, she approached the slightly open door, and then she overheard Tania's conversation on phone. "Let's meet for the last time, Sult

Sultan studied Butler Henri’s face, noticing the shift from tension and anxiety to genuine fear and concern."It seems there is a conspiracy to take you down, Young Master," Butler Henri said, his voice low and urgent. "Don't go to the company anymore. Stay at home."Sultan's eyes widened slightly, processing the weight of Henri’s words. "A conspiracy? To take me down?" he echoed, his mind racing with possibilities.Henri nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, Young Master. It's dangerous for you to be out in the open right now. Plus, you just came back from….. Young Master, staying at home is the safest option."Sultan took a deep breath, slightly calm. "I understand. Thank you for the warning, Sir. I’ll take your advice seriously."‘It seems he has no idea I was shot days ago. He'd find out sooner or later.’Butler Henri nodded, relief evident in his eyes. "Good. We’ll ensure your safety here. If you need anything, please let me know."As Henri turned to leave, Sultan stopped him. "Emmm

“What are you doing, Tiana? Have you lost your mind?” "Sultan, I know you still want me. I know you loved it when we cuddled and kissed at night. When every cold night we shared a passion that went beyond just physical need..." Tiana's voice was laced with pleading desperation. "Just stop! I'm in a relationship with someone else now, Tiana. I…. I've m…moved on!" Sultan retorted, his voice filled with frustration, confusion, and a hint of exasperation. He stammered slightly on the last part, betraying the lie he was telling himself, and Tiana's keen ears picked up on the hesitation. "You're lying, Sultan," Tiana said, her voice laced with a mix of seduction and manipulation. "My cousin is not better than I am. Fine, go to her if you want, but first, let's do it one last time. It's just sex, nothing more. You know you've missed it, Sultan." Tiana's voice was laced with seduction and manipulation, her words dripping with a sense of desperation and longing. Sultan felt a str

"Ah, finally, a cottage in sight," Sultan muttered, his exhaustion evident in his weary tone. He trudged along, his legs dragging behind the Magician's brisk pace. "I thought you'd never stop," he added, his voice laced with relief and a hint of sarcasm. The Magician didn't seem to notice, or perhaps didn't care, that Sultan was ready to collapse from fatigue. He led the way to the cottage, his strides long and purposeful, leaving Sultan to struggle to keep up.As soon as they entered the cottage, Sultan collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "Get on the rock," the Magician instructed, his voice firm but detached. Sultan's gaze wandered lazily around the room, searching for the aforementioned rock. "Huh? What rock?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and fatigue. His eyes landed on a large, moss-covered boulder in the corner of the room. "Oh, that rock... But I'm tired... Can't I just rest for a bit? Please, give me a break!" he pleaded, his body scre