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FROM STREETS TO SUITES My Own Way.
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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Yvonne's Threat.
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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Hit And Run.
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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Wrong Target.
"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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES George's Confession.
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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Yvonne Is Arrested.
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
FROM STREETS TO SUITES In Coma.
As Quinn walked out of the Gerald's house, her vision blurred from the tears she had fought so hard to hold. She blinked them away, trying to stay strong, trying to pretend that everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.“Ivan is going to be okay,” she told herself, over and over again in her mind. But the worry was more than the reassurance at her insides."Quinn! Wait!" Harrison’s voice called out behind her, but she kept walking, her pace quickening. The last thing she wanted was to stop, to let herself feel the crushing fear that was suffocating her. But he was faster. She felt his hand gently grab her arm, pulling her to a stop.“Please,” Harrison said, his voice soft, his grip gentle but firm. “Don’t shut me out.”Quinn’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She turned to him, unable to hold back anymore. The tears she had bottled up began to spill, running down her face like a flowing stream. She didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away. Instead, she coll
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Choose One.
The walls of the prison seemed like a familiar place around Jacob as he strode through the hallways, the sound of his shoes echoing as he walked. In front of him, a guard led the way, unlocking heavy doors one by one, granting him access to the visitors room. Jacob’s face was expressionless, his dark eyes reflecting nothing of what he was thinking. He had come here not to visit but to remind someone of the cost of her failure.At last, they reached a small room, the only furniture being a table and two chairs. The guard stepped aside as the door opened, revealing Yvonne in her orange prison uniform and black boots.She walked in slowly, the clink of chains around her wrists was the only sound heard. Her once radiant beauty was a shadow of itself now. Her hair looked tangled and dull, dangling over her pale face. Dark circles shadowed her eyes as she took a seat across from Jacob. She had changed, and not just physically, but perhaps, mentally. Yvonne’s voice broke the silence as s
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