At that moment Elvis furrowed his brows, confused. The jerking should have meant something was wrong, but the pulse—steady, unwavering—said otherwise. Serenity, however, wasn’t reassured. “Elvis, what is happening to him?” Her voice shook with fear, her eyes darting between her grandfather and Elvis. “Why is he moving like that? Tell me!” Hearing what Serenity just said Elvis swallowed hard. His mind raced. He had been prepared for anything—but not this. Not this violent reaction. “I—I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low but firm. Without wasting anymore time he quickly Walked closer to Serenity Grandfather, and then he checked his pulse. “But his pulse is stable. That means he's not dying.” “Then why is he convulsing?!” At that moment Serenity's panic escalated. And without wasting anymore time she immediately walked closer to her grandfather, and reached for his hand, but Elvis quickly pulled her back. “Don't touch him!” he warned, his grip firm. “This is part of t

At that moment Elvis took a deep breath, his hands clenching at his sides as he struggled to find the right words. Then his lips parted slightly, then pressed together again as if he was hesitating, unsure if he should really say what was on his mind.However Serenity, watching him closely, frowned. “What is it, Elvis?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “Is something bothering you?”Hearing Serenity words.Then Elvis exhaled sharply again, shaking his head before nodding. “It’s… it’s been on my mind for a long time now,” he admitted. “And honestly, I don’t think I can hold it in anymore.”At that moment Serenity’s brows knitted together, sensing the weight in his words. “Then just say it,” she urged. “You’re making me worried, and I don't like it.”Elvis ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “What I want to say… It might disturb you at first,” he said carefully, measuring his words. “But if you listen—if you really listen—you’ll understand where I’m comi

Not long after Adrian Vaughn arrived home, and without wasting anymore time he walked towards the heavy oak doors of the estate swung open as he stormed inside, his expression carefully crafted into one of deep frustration. Every step he took down the grand hallway carried purpose, each one calculated to make it seem as though he had endured a great injustice.At that moment his father, seated in the vast study, looked up the moment he entered. A single glance at his son’s face, at the way he carried himself, was enough to put him on edge.Without being told he could tell something was wrong.“What’s going on?” His father’s voice was sharp, laced with impatience. At that moment a realization hit him.“Wait! wait! don't tell me you messed this up, the dinner I arranged—didn't me you mess it up?”At that moment the weight of his father’s gaze was suffocating, the intensity in his eyes unrelenting. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to arrange that meeting? How important this o

Arriving at the venue, Damien leaned against the sleek black car, arms crossed, his gaze scanning the entrance. He had been waiting for a few minutes now, and though he wasn’t the type to get impatient over small things, he didn’t particularly enjoy being kept waiting either.Just as he was considering calling, Sophia appeared.Dressed in a tailored cream-colored outfit that screamed class and elegance, she moved toward him with quick strides, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. But what caught Damien’s attention wasn’t her outfit—it was the slightly panicked look in her eyes, the way she seemed just a little out of breath.“I’m so sorry, Damien!” She rushed the words out, pressing a hand to her chest as if steadying herself. “I swear, I left as soon as I could, but I got caught up in some… family matters. It was just something I had to deal with before leaving the house.”At that moment Damien eyed her for a second, his sharp gaze catching the slight tension in her shoul

At that moment the auctioneer straightened his posture, his voice dropping into a more dramatic tone as he gestured toward the simple, handcrafted necklace.“Ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is not just any necklace. Some of you may scoff, thinking it's merely a piece of local craftsmanship. But I assure you…” He leaned slightly forward, scanning the room. “This necklace holds more value than you can possibly imagine.”Hearing what he just said, the murmuring died down. Even those who had mocked the kento earlier now looked toward the stage with renewed curiosity.The auctioneer took a step closer to the display. “Legend has it that this necklace is a bearer of fortune. It is said to possess the ability to grant wishes—not just any wishes, but those born from acts of kindness. If the wearer is pure-hearted, if they are generous, if they give without expectation… this necklace shall reward them in ways even I dare not claim to understand.”At that moment a hush fell over