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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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Yours, Forever.
Harrison stood outside the hospital. The air was filled with the scent of freedom and relief, at last.It had been some depressing and stressful months. But tonight was different. Tonight, he felt lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.The glass doors of the hospital slid open, and Harrison walked out, his tall frame silhouetted against the bright lights of the lobby. Harrison took a deep breath and stepped forward to Ivan. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence was eerie. Then, Harrison broke it."Ivan," he began, his voice steady, "I know I hurt Quinn. I know I messed up in ways I can't even begin to describe. But... I’m truly sorry."Ivan’s gaze was hard as he studied Harrison, his eyes searching for sincerity. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he replied, "I believe you, Harrison. And I can see how much you love my sister. Just... don’t make me regret this."Relief flooded through Harrison, and without thinking, he extended his hand. After a b
Death.
The night air was thick with tension. Harrison stood firm, his gaze locked with Jacob’s as they faced off under the dim glow of the moonlight. Jacob’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint, a crazed smile twitching at the corners of his lips.“So, you want one of us to die, huh?” Harrison’s voice was steady, though his heart raced wildly in his chest. “You think that’s the only way this ends?”Jacob nodded slowly, his smile widening. “Oh, I know it is. One must die for the other to live, Harrison. No way out of that. And you, Harrison, will die.”Quinn stood behind Harrison, her entire body shaking as she watched the two men. The man she loved and the man who had traumatized her in the past.Tears streamed down her cheeks as fear coiled in her stomach like a venomous snake.“Please, stop this,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Both of you, just—”Jacob laughed, a hollow, chilling sound that cut through her plea like a blade. “No more running, no more hiding. Let’s settle this once and
Back Door And Race.
The aftermath of the explosion left a thick cloud of smoke and dust settling in the air just outside the house. Harrison grabbed Quinn's hand, pulling her close as they stumbled backwards, away from the shattered window. He looked at Quinn, panic etched into his face as the sound of the phone ringing pierced through the chaos. It was Jacob again.Quinn’s eyes widened with fear as she realized how serious Jacob was. Her body trembled, and she screamed, covering her ears, trying to block out the shackles collapsing around her. Harrison watched her, his heart aching at her terror. He pulled her close, whispering reassurances, but his own fear was evident.Jacob’s voice on the other end was disturbingly calm, a contrast to the chaos he had just unleashed. “I’m warning you. Involve the police, and you’ll face more than just an explosion.”Harrison’s jaw tightened as he gripped the phone. “What do you want, Jacob?” he demanded.“I only want Quinn,” Jacob replied coolly. “And I’m giving y
Truth And Explosion.
Harrison’s voice was calm, yet filled with remorse as he recounted the painful memories that had tormented him for years. He hesitated before speaking again, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding Quinn’s eyes.“I’ve been carrying this guilt for a long time,” he began quietly, “ever since Stella… I wasn’t ready to be a father. I didn’t know how to deal with the situation or how to support her the way she deserved. I was reckless, neglectful even, and I regret every moment of it.”Quinn remained silent, her expression unreadable. Despite her efforts to maintain her composure, her heart tightened with sympathy and confusion.Harrison took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as if releasing a burden that had been suffocating him. “I remember that day like it was yesterday,” he continued, his voice trembling slightly. “Stella and I had an argument that morning. It wasn’t anything serious, just about trivial things and then she left the house. I didn’t think much of it. I saw her hurry up, head
Tell Me.
The drive to Quinn’s secluded apartment was silent. Ivan’s eyes stayed locked on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. Beside him, Eva cradled baby Eric, her gaze drifting between the passing scenery and her husband’s hardened profile. Harrison, unbeknownst to Ivan, had followed secretly from a distance. He trailed their car cautiously, never letting it out of his sight.Quinn’s apartment was a small cottage, nestled in a deserted outskirt of the city. It was the perfect hideaway, but the isolation only made her feel more hurt. It had been almost a week since she had spoken to anyone other than her doctor and Ivan.See was not ready to see anyone, especially not her brother, but she knew they would come sooner or later.When she saw Ivan’s car pull up outside, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was sure to be an emotional encounter.“Quinn,” Eva greeted softly as she stepped inside, carrying baby Eric in her arms. She smiled gently, trying to mask h
Only Hope.
Harrison paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. He had tried calling Quinn multiple times, only to be met with silence. Each unanswered call, each unread message fueled his frustration. He couldn’t get through to Ivan either. Everyone seemed to have locked him out. The only person he could think of now, the only one who might listen was Eva.His finger moved over her number. He knew calling her was risky. She was, after all, Ivan’s wife. But he was desperate. He needed someone to hear him out before everything goes out of control.Taking a deep breath, he pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before he heard her soft voice on the other end.“Harrison?” Eva sounded surprised. “Is everything okay?”“Eva, please—I need to see you,” he blurted out, his voice laced with desperation. “Just for a few minutes. It’s important.”She hesitated, her silence making him worried. “I don’t know, Harrison. Ivan wouldn’t like it if he found out we met.”
My Turn.
Harrison sat in the dark, his hands buried in his hair as he stared at the blinking phone screen. Quinn’s voice replayed in his mind, cold and distant.“Never call me again.”The four words had shattered him, and now he felt the pang of every secret he had kept from her. Jasmine stood beside him, her expression torn between anger and pity.“It’s not the end of the world, Harrison,” Jasmine murmured, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. “Quinn is angry, but if you explain—”“Explain?” Harrison cut her off, his voice laced with a bitterness that surprised even himself. “Explain what, Jasmine? That I’m a coward who let Jacob control me? That I was too scared to tell the woman I love about something that could destroy her trust in me forever?”Jasmine’s gaze softened. “It wasn’t your fault, Harrison. What happened to Stella and the baby was an accident. You know that. She knows that.”“But she doesn’t know!” Harrison exclaimed, his frustration spilling over. He stood abruptly, kn
My Turn.
Harrison sat in the dark, his hands buried in his hair as he stared at the blinking phone screen. Quinn’s voice replayed in his mind, cold and distant.“Never call me again.”The four words had shattered him, and now he felt the pang of every secret he had kept from her. Jasmine stood beside him, her expression torn between anger and pity.“It’s not the end of the world, Harrison,” Jasmine murmured, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. “Quinn is angry, but if you explain—”“Explain?” Harrison cut her off, his voice laced with a bitterness that surprised even himself. “Explain what, Jasmine? That I’m a coward who let Jacob control me? That I was too scared to tell the woman I love about something that could destroy her trust in me forever?”Jasmine’s gaze softened. “It wasn’t your fault, Harrison. What happened to Stella and the baby was an accident. You know that. She knows that.”“But she doesn’t know!” Harrison exclaimed, his frustration spilling over. He stood abruptly, kn
Running Away.
Quinn’s heart felt like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces as she sped away from Harrison’s office. The images, the recordings, Jacob’s smug grin...everything played on repeat in her mind. Harrison’s face as she confronted him was burned into her memory, and it only deepened her pain. How could he have kept something like this from her? How could he have betrayed her trust so completely?When she finally pulled into Ivan’s house, she barely had the strength to get out of the car. She didn’t even need to knock before the door flew open, revealing Ivan’s concerned face. He must have known something was wrong the moment she locked herself up all night.“Princess,” he mouthed, his eyes scanning her tear-streaked face. “What happened?”Quinn’s composure broke as she launched herself into his arms, sobs racking her body. Ivan held her tight, his jaw clenched in silent fury. Whatever had caused this, he knew it had something to do with Harrison. His mind raced, imagining a hund