Ivan paced the halls of the hospital, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the space. His mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced anxiously at the double doors that separated him from Eva. Every moment that passed felt like an eternity, the weight of uncertainty and what might have happened to her pressed down on him like a heavy blanket. Dressed in a burgundy knee-length gown, Quinn had come straight from a meeting the moment she heard the news. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, but her posture remained composed as she leaned slightly against the wall. “It’ll be alright,” Quinn said softly, her voice was calm as she tried to offer reassurance. “Eva’s strong. She’ll pull through.”Ivan nodded, though his stomach continued to twist in knots. He could not shake the fear that something might go wrong. He kept glancing at the door, hoping that the doors would open up.Inside the delivery room, Eva was fighting through the final stages of labor,
"She's okay, Mr. Rodriguez. She just needs some rest." Ivan's breath suddenly became calm, and a wave of relief swept over him. His heart beat in his chest, still echoing the panic from earlier, but now it slowed to a gentle rhythm, in union with the quiet breaths of his newborn son. With the doctor’s words still ringing in his ears, he leaned over Eva’s bed, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead. She was still asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily. Ivan cradled his baby boy in his arms, his gaze softening as he traced the tiny features of his son. The baby stirred slightly, yawning, his small hands curling into fists, while he remained asleep. "Eric," Ivan whispered under his breath. "Welcome to the world, little one." Quinn stood beside him, watching the scene unfold with a proud smile. Seeing him step into the new role of fatherhood made her heart swell. She squeezed Ivan’s shoulder, drawing his attention. "I’ll check in on you later. Congratulations again
Yvonne paced back and forth in her apartment, her heels turning sharply against the tiled floor. Her phone was clenched tightly in her hand, her knuckles white as she stared at the screen. She had just placed a call through, but it was unreachable, and with how desperate she was now, she really needed to get to him.Finally, her phone rang, and within a split second, she answered it."Let's meet. Come over to the address that has been sent to you."With that, the call ended, and she wasted no second before leaving the house.As she got there, she pushed the door open and found him sitting nonchalantly against the chair."It's been ages, yet nothing from you!" She broke out."Calm down," Jacob said, his voice seemingly uncaring."Calm down?" she thought bitterly, her jaw clenched. "It’s been over a year!" she shouted at him. "I’ve waited. I’ve been patient. But I’m tired of waiting, Jacob! I deserve better than this!" Her voice cracked with emotion, but Jacob offered no response. In
The door to her office swung open without a knock, and Yvonne walked in, her presence reminded her of a brewing storm. Yvonne’s eyes burned with something far darker than simple rivalry.“Quinn,” Yvonne’s voice was low, almost like a whisper. “I’m just going to come out and say it, your days are numbered here. I don’t know how long you think you can keep up this thing, but it’s only a matter of time before I eliminate you. Harrison doesn’t belong to you. He deserves someone better.”Quinn’s heart raced, but she didn’t flinch. She had seen Yvonne’s obsessive behavior from the start, but hearing her say it aloud like this was a different level of threat. “Yvonne, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but Harrison and I are together because we love each other. You can’t just tear us apart. There is nothing you can do, so move on!”Yvonne stepped closer, her voice sounding like a venom. “Love? Is that what you call it? You don’t deserve him. He could have had anyone, anyone better t
George had not spoken to Yvonne in over a month. After his encounter with him, he had not bothered to call her.As he sat in his car outside his grandfather’s house, he felt the pressure of his financial trouble pressing down on him harder than ever before, as if it were increasing.His debts were no longer something he could ignore. Calls came in daily from angry voices threatening him, and the longer he stayed, the deeper trouble he was in.He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. He had imagined himself at the top of the family group, sitting in the CEO chair. Instead, Ivan had walked in, taking the company away from him and throwing him like he didn't matter. His grandfather sat across from him at the dinner table.George walked up to him, and voiced out his demand, "Grandfather, could you lend me some money, please? I promise, it's the last time I will ever do this and I promise to pay you back." "I can't give you more money, George," his grandfather said, shaking h
"Ivan, please be careful. I don't know what it is, I just feel weird lately. It's like something is tugging at my chest, yet I can't tell what it is," Eva voiced out with worry and concern in her voice.Ivan pulled her into his embrace, "I'm fine. Everything is fine, you don't have to worry, okay? I'll be back home soon." He replied, kissing her forehead.She sighed and gave a nod. Ivan waved her goodbye and headed to the car. As she watched him step out, her heart was troubled. She could not explain the uneasiness she felt, but she hoped that it was just a feeling.She crossed her arms, and bit her lip, as she glanced at her phone as if it might offer some explanation. She called out to Ivan, just as he opened the car door.“Be careful,” Eva said, her voice laced with deep worry.Ivan looked back at her, surprised by the concern etched on her face. “It’s just the mall, Eva. What could go wrong?”“I don’t know,” she muttered, shaking her head, “but please...just be careful.”Ivan smi
Eva's hands trembled as she handed baby Eric to Vera, barely able to speak through the panic that clouded her mind. "Take care of him, please," she whispered, her voice cracking. Vera nodded, her face full of concern, as Eva sprinted out the door. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, fear consuming every inch of her body as she entered a cab to the hospital. The phone call had been brief and urgent, but hearing the words "emergency" and "Ivan" in the same sentence had shattered her composure. The image of him, hurt or in pain replayed in her mind. By the time she reached the hospital, her legs barely carried her through the doors. She ran straight to the reception desk, her breath uneven, her eyes wide with desperation. "Ivan...where's Ivan?" she gasped, her words conveying her panic and fear.Quinn was already there, pacing in the waiting area. Her face was streaked with tears, her hands clenched tightly as if she were holding herself together by a force of will. As soon as
Quinn had never felt such rage before, but knowing that Ivan was lying unconscious in a hospital bed because of Yvonne’s actions, she could not help it. As she entered the living room, her eyes immediately locked on Yvonne, who sat casually on the couch with Mrs. Samantha beside her, happily conversing, while her brother was in a critical condition.Yvonne seemed completely unaware of the rage growing in Quinn's heart.At the same moment, Harrison was coming down the staircase with his father, engaged in quiet conversation. His face marked surprise as he saw Quinn’s wild-eyed expression. But before anyone could speak, Quinn moved forward with such speed that was faster than lightning, her hand flying through the air, and smack.Her palm came in contact with Yvonne’s face with a force that stunned everyone in the room.The sharp sound of the slap reverberated through the room. Yvonne's head snapped to the side, her hand immediately flying to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. Mrs