Damien approached Amelia, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a mix of determination and desperation. Ella, the little girl Amelia had adopted, gazed up at him with curious eyes."Amelia, please listen to me," Damien started, his voice low and urgent."I didn't abandon you. I swear on my life, I never left you willingly."Amelia's expression remained icy, her grip on Ella tightening. She was doing her best to hold back the pain and tears that threatened to burst forth."Don't lie to me, Damien. I saw the note you left. You made it clear you couldn't handle our life together. I know how unfavourable being with me has been, but couldn't you have said it to me face to face? Why dump me like one dumps a used tool?"Damien's face contorted in anguish. The Davidsons had upped the game by even forging a note and dropping it where Amelia would see it. And the moment they saw that Amelia had believed their blatant lie, they had then put a call to Seth Cockroach.. oh how Damien wished he could

Seth paced back and forth in his office, his face red with rage."I can't believe it, Jordan! That damn Damien didn't die like he was supposed to! Worse is that I feel like Amelia is still in love with that trash! What does she see in that dead weight of a man!? I'm not ten times, no, a thousand times better than him!? And now, some mysterious Mr. Hawks has bought the company I wanted! It's a disaster! It's as if the universe is conspiring against me!"Jordan, his head of security, stood calmly, his eyes fixed on Seth. He was also shocked when he saw Damien standing by the door that night, without as much as a scratch on him. It was as if he had magically healed of everything. Jordan was sure he had broken every single bone in that lean body of his, and he even went as to slit his throat even when he was beaten to death just to make sure Damien was truly dead. Yet not even a thin line on the throat to indicate he has used a blade to cut it was seen. Damien was hale and hearty. So eith

The next day Maximus thought it was best to establish himself as soon as possible, thus he left the hotel and decided to return to the bank, he aimed to enquire about the possibility of buying a company building and a house. He didn't want to go to any agency as that would cost him more.Maximus called his driver after he had his shower and breakfast, then he picked up a new gold suit, wore his pair of gold shoes and then went to the elevator which took him downstairs. His driver was waiting for him in the reception lobby.“Good morning Mister Gayle Sir, where do you wish to go today?” the driver, a bald-haired middle-aged man, was of common blood with no affinity to any element whatsoever.“Morning George, take me to the bank. It's important.” Maximus said with the air of a rich businessman.“Right this way sir.” the driver gestured to the car outside.Maximus walked to the gold-coloured BMW X7, he had specifically money to get it painted yesterday, for now, this will do, he plans to

[A face-off between two candidates other than Damien was just about to take place].Ren walked into the grand Hall of the Chamber of Commerce, his eyes adjusting to the sleek, modern interior. He approached the reception desk, where a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and glasses gazed at him disapprovingly."Can I help you?" she asked curtly."Hi, I'm here to inquire about starting a company," Ren replied, his enthusiasm undeterred."I'd love to speak with the manager, please."The receptionist raised an eyebrow."You're a student, aren't you?"Ren nodded, his backpack slipping off his shoulder."Yeah, I'm a college student. But I'm also an entrepreneur. I have a great idea for a VR game company—"The receptionist cut him off, her tone firm but condescending."I'm afraid our services are for established business professionals, not students. Come back when you've graduated and have some real-world experience."Ren persisted, his determination evident."But I've done my research, an

Jasmine was observed sitting on a bed, daydreaming and thinking back on her past. " Father, I do not want you to go." Little Jasmine pouted as she clung to her father. The man smiled as he carried his lovely daughter up. "I need to go; I am a Pack warrior and one of the strongest," her father said, ruffling her hair. Jasmine sighed sadly; she had no idea why her mind was racing, but she had a feeling something was about to happen. "Okay, father," she replied, wriggling free from her father's grip. Warrior Carlos, Jasmine's father, smiled at his daughter before leaving the house. Thirty minutes later, smoke filled the town as everyone fled for their lives, including Jasmine's stepmother and sister, who fled to the pack house, which was a bit out of town. Jasmine ran outside to find her father. People called her back and even pulled her, but she struggled and continued running into the smoke. "Father," she called repeatedly, her legs crossing each other, causing her