Back at the Bentley's estate, as the roar of engines grew louder, as Logan stood in the dimly lit control room, his eyes darting between the surveillance monitors and his men who awaited orders. "Reinforce the eastern wing! And block the entrance to the dungeons," Logan barked, his tone urgent. “Malcolm knows this estate better than most of us. He’ll try to flank us from the back.” One of his lieutenants hesitated, the strain of the moment visible on his face. “Sir, we don’t have enough men to…” “I don’t care how you do it,” Logan interrupted, his glare stern, his voice cold he continued; “Just make sure that door is impenetrable!” The estate felt like it was about to cave in. Outside, the headlights of Malcolm D'Cruz’s convoy pierced the darkness, advancing like a predator stalking its prey. Logan’s fingers hovered over his communicator. “Get ready,” he murmured, his heart pounding. “This isn’t just about revenge, this is personal.” Minutes Later, Chaos erupted like a

In a few hours, a black SUV screeched to a halt outside the estate. The door opened, and Logan stepped out, unsteady but alive. A jagged scar ran along his jawline, and his movements were slow, but his eyes burned with the fire of a man who had cheated death. Two of his men rushed to his side. “Sir, you shouldn’t be here but in the hospital.” “I’m exactly where I need to be,” Logan said, his voice shaky but firm, he uttered; “Now get me inside.” Word spread like wildfire: Logan is back. Patricia who had just came from the hospital for the check up of her unborn child, found out that Logan was home. She immediately ran to him and hugged him excitedly. “I knew you wouldn't leave me, I knew you won't leave me all alone in this world.” “I would never, you and I are going to be together forever, till death do us part.” Logan retorted as he kissed her gently on the lips. “Why are you in the study, you should be resting you are yet to recover fully.” “For months I have been bed

Some thousand miles away, in the Kennedy Mansion there was a huge chandelier of twinkling lights, a radiant beacon of celebration that could be seen for miles. Tonight, the grand estate was alive with joy and laughter as family and friends gathered to honor Liam Miller and Elizabeth Kennedy's third wedding anniversary. The night was a special one as it celebrated not only their enduring love but also their expanding family, a young daughter named Hope, whose giggles were the highlight of the evening, and the imminent arrival of their unborn son. As the guests arrived and mingled on the terrace covered in flowers, the hum of conversation paused when the grand wooden doors of the mansion creaked open. Standing arm-in-arm were Liam and Elizabeth, a vision of timeless love. Liam looked dashing in a tailored navy suit, his boyish grin making hearts flutter, while Elizabeth glowed in an elegant silver gown that hinted at her growing belly. "Mommy! Daddy!" little Hope squealed,

Months later, while Troy was shopping at a bookstore, never in a million years did he think that something of that sort would happen. I guess fate does have a way of doing things, it intervened. When he was picking up a book written by a well known author, to be inspired, he subconsciously turned a corner and what he saw made him freeze. It was a familiar figure, one he knew too well, it was Elizabeth, his ex-wife. She (Elizabeth) stood near the children's section, holding little Hope’s hand while selecting a picture book. She looked as radiant as ever, her laughter filling the air as she spoke to her daughter, admiring her from the sidelines made him miss the life, they both shared. He just stood there smiling as she really is a great mother. While staring, Hope's eyes darted towards him but she didn't think much of it and she tugged at her mother's hand; “Can we get this one, Mommy?” she asked, holding up a brightly colored book. “Of course, sweetheart,” Elizabeth replied

***Two Months Later*** The buzz around the film adaptation of Second Chances began to grow. Media outlets picked up the story, and Troy found himself fielding interviews and attending networking events. It was a whirlwind, but he handled it with a quiet confidence that surprised even him. One evening, after a particularly long day, Troy received an unexpected call. “Hello?” he answered, his voice tired but polite. “Troy, it’s Elizabeth.” He sat up, the surprise evident on his face. “Elizabeth. Hi. Is everything okay?” “Yes, everything’s fine,” she reassured him. “I just... I saw the news about your book being adapted into a film. I wanted to congratulate you. That’s incredible.” “Thank you,” Troy said, his voice softening. “It’s been a crazy ride, but I’m grateful for the opportunity.” There was a pause before Elizabeth spoke again. “You deserve this, Troy. You’ve worked hard, and it shows. I’m proud of you.” Her words hit him harder than he expected. “That means a lot,