Renee stormed out of Edward’s office, Edward Lucas informat on land and properties on sell. Renee heart pounding. The restaurant—the place where she’d grown up, where her dreams had simmered over steaming pots and sizzling grills—was now in Lucas’s hands. She couldn’t accept it.Determined, she marched to Lucas’s penthouse, her knuckles rapping sharply on the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened at the sight of her.“Renee,” he said, his voice colder than the marble floor. “What do you want?”“The restaurant,” she spat out. “You sold it to Edward.”Lucas leaned against the doorframe, his jaw clenched. “And why should I care?”“It’s my birthright,” Renee said, her voice trembling. “My mother sacrificed it to save my father—the same man who’s lying in that hospital bed, fighting for his life.”Lucas’s eyes flickered with something she couldn’t decipher. “Your father was always more important to you than anything else.”“Because he’s family!” Renee’s anger surged. “And you? You were

Mr. Dickson, on hearing about Mr. Williams illness, decided to plot against him by colliding with the nurse."Look who will have here." Nurse Abigail humbly said to me Dickson the moment he paid her visit in her house."Please have a seat while I get you something to eat." She said to him, smiling."Hahahhaha, you remind me of those days when your late mother, my good friend, always served me something each time I paid her visit. Oh! I missed her good gesture." He said to her.Abigail smiled as well as she got along with his companionship."Thanks for the drink, but I don't think I have the appetite for this." Mr. Dickson answered her coldly."Oh, now I see why you turned a sad face at this moment; it is all about your friend, Mr. Williams. Well, he is getting better, and I promised you that he will be discharged tomorrow morning based on doctor instructions, just that Mr. Lucas advised he spend more than two days for a proper fit before being discharged." She told him."I don't care

"Father, I'm getting tired of all this about hidden Mr. Dickson plans against you; don't you think the right time will let the cat out of the bag?" "We need to do something about this father." Norah said to her father with a deep thought."Don't be faster than your shadow; since he wants to take my life through someone he never knew would betray him, I will do the worse on him gradually until I get him dry." Mr. Williams answered.Norah was so eager to see her father work with her words.Two months later, Renee seeks to work with Lucas Company; at this time, Norah was already two months pregnant with Lucas. Lucas, on his part, still insisted that Renee wouldn't work in his company, not even as a cleaner. Renee kept doing all she could, not until she spoke out to the world."This is my desire from my ex-husband, but he has denied it. I desire working in his company." She wrote. Thomas, seeing this, smiled and replied to her."Why not tell the world that you are so desperate to have him

Evelyn had always been a wanderer—a seeker of hidden corners, forgotten stories, and serendipitous moments. Her journey to Canada was no different. Armed with a vintage leather journal and a heart full of curiosity, she stepped off the plane, her breath catching at the crisp Canadian air.Maplewood, a quaint town nestled between towering pines and cobblestone streets, welcomed her with open arms. The locals spoke in hushed tones about the magic that lingered here—the kind that whispered secrets to those who listened.On her first day, Evelyn decided to explore. She wandered past cozy cafes, their windows fogged with warmth, and art galleries adorned with vibrant paintings. The scent of freshly baked maple syrup waffles hung in the air, and she followed it like a breadcrumb trail.As she turned a corner, she collided with someone—a forceful collision that sent her journal flying. Evelyn stumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. And there he was: Xavier, with eyes the color of m

Xavier decided to meet with Evelyn at Mr. Chris restaurant, curious about what she wanted. As they sat across from each other, the dimly lit ambiance added an air of mystery. Evelyn’s eyes held a secret, and Xavier couldn’t help but notice how they sparkled in the soft glow.“Xavier,” Evelyn began, her voice low and intimate, “I’ve been watching you for a while now.” Her gaze lingered on his face, tracing the lines of his features. “You’re a handsome man, you know.”Xavier shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Thank you,” he replied, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “But why did you ask me to meet you here?”Evelyn leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. “I need your help,” she whispered. “Something only you can provide.”His confusion deepened. “What could I possibly offer you?”She leaned back, her expression serious. “Xavier, I know about your marriage. I know about the secrets you keep hidden from your wife.” Her eyes bore into his, unyielding. “And I need yo