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FROM STREETS TO SUITES The Letter.
Quinn stood outside the prison gates, her breath was uneven as she stepped out of the cab, thinking about what laid in wait for her. She had tried to call Harrison to ask if he was still there, but his number was not reachable. She stook outside for a while, wondering if this was a good idea—to be here.With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and redialed the number of the man who had called her. He didn't even tell her his name.His voice was low, as if he was hiding from someone or something, when he picked up, and after a brief conversation, he directed her to a deserted place in the prison. She was not sure if she could trust him, but something in her told her she had to follow through. She needed to know what Yvonne had for her. She was here already and there was no going back.When she arrived at the place, a small house nestled in a lonely, abandoned area, a man stood waiting for her at the balcony. He was tall, with a hood covering most of his face, but his posture was com
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Eerie Silence.
As soon as the call ended, Harris leaned on the wall, and let out a sigh.Quinn stepped through the doorway, startling Harrison, who was still in shock after the revelation that Jacob was alive. Harrison’s heart raced as soon as he saw Quinn. The thought of Jacob being alive troubled him deeply. He didn’t know how to process it, and more importantly, he didn’t know how to tell Quinn. Quinn must not know that Jacob's alive, else they would be trouble. For now, he had to keep it buried deep, though he feared it might be revealed at anytime.Quinn noticed his distant gaze. She was quite observant after the letter she received. Her voice broke through, "Harrison, are you alright?"He blinked a few times, bringing his attention back to her. "Yeah," he replied, although his tone was not convincing. "I’m fine, just… a lot on my mind."Quinn eyed him curiously, knowing there was more. Her instinct told her something was off. "Are you sure? Is there something you need to tell me?" Her voice
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Airport.
Harrison had gone back to finish his meal, though the sense of tension in the room did not disappear. She bit her lips as she watched him, debating whether to press him further or let the moment pass.Gathering her courage, she took her seat across him, leaning forward. “Do you still want to talk about it?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he wanted to open up.Harrison gave a brief shake of his head, his expression unreadable. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just...it was not about me, but a friend of mine."Quinn frowned slightly. She wanted to push further, and understand why his mood had shifted immediately, but the way he avoided her gaze told her it was something he wasn’t ready to share. She wondered what friend he was talking about. The Harrison she knew barely had friends, but she decided to leave it until he was ready to talk to her."Are you sure?" She asked, and he nodded his head without looking up.After a moment of silence, she deci
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Gerald's Reunion.
The car ride was unusually quiet, a heavy silence wrapping around them as they drove to Gerald’s mansion. Quinn sat in the backseat, lost in thought, her mind replaying the events in the airport. The sight of that man haunted her—his face was familiar, so much so that she could swear it was Jacob. But could it really have been him? The thought tugged at her relentlessly, putting her between certainty and doubt. Maybe she had been hallucinating, her mind playing tricks on her. Or perhaps, the past was creeping back into the present in a way she had not anticipated. Her thoughts were interrupted as the mansion came into view. As the car came to a halt, Jasmine, sitting next to Harrison, smiled at the sight of her family home. The moment they stepped out of the vehicle, the doors of the mansion swung open, and Jasmine’s parents rushed out to greet her. Their joy could not be hidden, and as they enveloped their daughter in a warm embrace, the air around them lightened. “Jasmine,
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Three Weeks Pregnant.
"Attempted murder? Who did she try to kill?"Quinn sighed, "me," she replied, "her aim was to kill me, but unfortunately, Ivan happened to be at the scene at that time."After a few more minutes of shared sadness and tears, Jasmine took a shaky breath. “What about Ivan? How is he dealing with all of this?”Quinn gave her a soft smile. “Ivan’s doing well now. He’s had a lot to process, but he is strong, and he is recovering now. He and Eva have a baby now. I'm just glad he didn't die."Jasmine managed a small smile at that. “I’m glad he’s okay,” she said quietly.Eventually, the emotional conversation wound down, and the three of them retired to their separate rooms for the night. But for Quinn, sleep was far from her. As she lay in bed, her thoughts wandered back to the figure she had seen at the airport earlier that day. The face that had been haunting her thoughts ever since. Was it really Jacob? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? She just couldn't tell.She replayed the scene
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Pregnancy Announcement.
Harrison forced a smile as he slipped into bed beside Quinn. The excitement of being a mother again danced in her eyes. He longed to share her joy, but a pang hung heavily in his heart. He swallowed hard and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, yet his mind remained miles away. When Quinn drifted off to sleep, her hand resting gently on her stomach, Harrison carefully pulled himself out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room and heading to his study. The moment the door closed behind him, he felt the heaviness of his world crash down. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced the room, his eyes darting to the collection of photos that adorned his bookshelf. He stopped at a picture of Quinn smiling, holding her stomach. She had taken the picture when she was first pregnant. Pain stabbed his chest, and he looked away, his eyes filling with tears. How could he even think of repeating the same mistake? His gaze fell on his study desk
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Acting Weird.
For a moment, there was stunned silence. Mrs. Gerald’s eyes widened in shock, and Mr. Gerald’s mouth dropped open. But then, as the news sank in, a brilliant smile spread across Mrs. Gerald’s face, and she jumped up from her seat.“Oh, Quinn, darling! This is wonderful news!” Mrs. Gerald exclaimed, rushing over to Quinn and pulling her into a tight embrace. “Congratulations, my dear! Oh, I’m so happy for you and Harrison!”"Oh, My! Harrison didn't even tell me. I'm happy for you, my love." Quinn returned the embrace, tears of happiness pricking at the corners of her eyes. It felt so happy, sharing this moment with the Geralds. Mr. Gerald got up more slowly, his face still a bit dazed, but then he chuckled softly and shook his head.“Well, I’ll be damned. I’m going to be a grandfather,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet wonder. He walked over and gently patted Quinn’s shoulder. “Congratulations, Quinn. You’ve made us very happy.”Mrs. Gerald, her eyes shining with joy, pulled
FROM STREETS TO SUITES Distant.
Harrison closed the door quietly behind him as he entered the house, his gaze drifting across the living room. He walked over and looked down at Quinn, his heart tightening at the sight of her. She had been waiting for him again.He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. He lowered himself beside her, careful not to wake her. Gently, he reached out and brushed his fingertips against her cheek. Her skin felt warm under his touch, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He knew she had stayed up late, hoping he would come home early for once, but he hadn't. Mrs. Juliette, their loyal cook and housekeeper, had told him earlier how Quinn had waited until exhaustion took over, her hands protectively cradling her growing belly. “She was too tired to stay up any longer,” Mrs. Juliette said, concern etched on her face. “You shouldn’t keep doing this to her, Harrison.”He swallowed hard as he remembered those words. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s forehead and whisper
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