Donovan, confined to his wheelchair, wore a pained expression as he sat in the Larkin family villa. Across from him, his father, Marcus Larkin, took a seat on the bed, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared sadness.The reason for Donovan's wheelchair-bound state was none other than Oliver Storm."Dad, do you expect me to accept this fate without a fight?" He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I have friends; how can I possibly meet them like this?""Donovan, don't worry," his father reassured him with determination in his voice. "I will seek revenge on your behalf. But right now, our priority is to ensure you are well."Donovan's anger flared, his eyes ablaze with frustration. "How can you promise revenge? How can you guarantee my recovery?" He retorted, his voice filled with skepticism.His father's face softened with empathy as he replied, "Tomorrow, you're having your operation. Let us hope for the best. In the meantime, Felix's father has invited me to discuss this ma
One of the men dressed in a black suit stepped forward, his demeanor exuding a blend of professionalism and respect. With a slight bow, he gestured towards the open car door, inviting Oliver to take a seat. Logan's eyes darted between the mysterious men and Oliver, and her voice filled with concern and confusion as she sought answers."Oliver, what's going on? Who are they?" Logan's grip tightened on Oliver's arm, her voice trembling with panic. Oliver, feeling a sense of responsibility, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and reassured her."Don't be afraid, Logan. These people are here for me," he whispered, his voice laced with a calm confidence.Logan's eyes widened with disbelief as she searched for an explanation. She questioned Oliver about their presence, wondering what he could have possibly done to warrant such attention.Oliver motioned for Logan to join him in the awaiting Lamborghini, urging her to take a seat. As they settled inside the luxurious vehicle, Oliver promise
"I'm really curious to know more about your family, Oliver," Logan expressed, her eyes filled with intrigue.Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at her curiosity and reply, "Well, they might be inside. Let's go and find out."Turning to the man who had accompanied them, Oliver inquired about the whereabouts of his mother. The man informed him that she had mentioned waiting inside. Satisfied with the response, Oliver nodded and gestured for Logan to join him as they made their way towards the entrance.As they approached the imposing door, Oliver instinctively reached for his luggage, but the man quickly intervened, informing him that the maids would take care of it. Acknowledging the instruction, Oliver nodded, leaving their belongings behind, and walked towards the door with Logan by his side.Guarding the entrance was a security guard, poised and watchful. Oliver and Logan exchanged glances, anticipation building within them. The security guard, recognizing their presence, swiftly inpu
Logan, trying to regain her composure, cleared her throat and addressed Garcia, "Aunt, I have a doubt... Are you some kind of minister here? Your house is the biggest I've seen."Garcia chuckled, shaking her head. "Minister?" she said, amusement evident in her tone. "No, my dear. I'm not a minister. Just a woman with a few responsibilities."As the conversation unfolded, one of the men who had been part of the meeting stepped forward. He respectfully addressed Garcia,"President Garcia, we'll be taking our leave now. We have to attend to other tasks in the company." Garcia nodded appreciatively and replied, "Take care, gentlemen." With that, they turned and walked out, leaving the room."Nice name." Logan whispered. "She's Garcia, and Oliver is Storm, so she's..."GASP!"Logan's eyes widened immediately; she couldn't believe what she was thinking. "Gar…Garci…Garcia Storm?" She muttered and raised her head to look at Garcia, her face full of horror and shock."She's the woman among men
As the family members reached the grand hall, their eyes naturally gravitated towards Oliver and Logan, who were seated in the room. The atmosphere carried a hint of confusion as the unexpected presence of the two newcomers sparked curiosity among the family members. Nevertheless, they all gracefully took their seats, their gazes fixed on Oliver and Logan, awaiting an introduction.One of the men, his demeanor exuding a sense of authority, directed his cold gaze towards Oliver and Logan. His voice carried an undertone of sternness as he posed the question that lingered in the room. "Who are you two?" he inquired, his words sharp and direct.Oliver, sensing the coldness in the man's tone, got up about to reply to him, but Garcia stepped forward and held Oliver's hands. This shocked the rest of the family members; it was shocking to see Garcia hold someone's hands. Alice was the only person who mostly got that privilege."Allow me to introduce my brothers," Garcia began, her voice fille
Adjacent to the bed was a sitting area, complete with comfortable armchairs and a coffee table adorned with glossy magazines. A state-of-the-art entertainment system adorned one wall, featuring a large flat-screen television and surround-sound speakers, a testament to the room's modern amenities.Large windows lined one side of the room, offering panoramic views of the surrounding landscape. Heavy curtains, made from luxurious fabrics, could be drawn to provide privacy or to create a cocoon of darkness for peaceful slumber.The room was completed with a spacious en-suite bathroom fitted with sleek marble countertops, a deep soaking tub, and a walk-in shower adorned with rain showerheads. Every detail in the room was meticulously chosen, exuding an air of lavishness and refinement.Oliver stood in awe, his eyes taking in every detail of the room. It was a sanctuary of comfort and indulgence, a space that spoke of his mother's immense wealth and impeccable taste. He couldn't help but fe
Tears streamed down Garcia's face as she revealed the painful truth. "I sent you and the butler away, believing that the accident was not a mere coincidence. I thought it was planned, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you too."Oliver's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "You...you sent me away? But why?"Garcia's voice quivered as she choked back a sob. "I believed it was the only way to protect you, to keep you safe from any potential harm. I couldn't bear the thought of losing my precious child."Oliver's heart ached as he tried to process the depth of his mother's sacrifice. The world he had known suddenly seemed like an illusion, shattered by the reality of the secrets that had been kept from him.Garcia's voice trembled with remorse as she continued, her words laden with the weight of her past decisions. "I told the family that you and the butler had perished in the accident, to ensure your safety and to keep our secret hidden."Oliver's voice quivered as he
Logan wandered through the expansive halls of the grand estate, marveling at its sheer magnificence. She couldn't help but be captivated by the intricate architectural details, the towering ceilings, and the glimpses of opulence that adorned every corner. Logan's steps echoed softly, her curiosity guiding her through.As Logan continued to explore the surroundings, taking in the opulence of the magnificent estate, a maid approached her with a friendly smile."Hello, miss," the maid greeted. "Master Storm has requested your presence in the dining hall."Logan's curiosity piqued, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you. Can you please guide me to the dining hall?" She asked, her voice filled with a hint of excitement.The maid nodded graciously. "Of course, please follow me," she replied, turning to lead the way. Logan fell in step behind the maid, her gaze darting from one exquisite detail to another as they traversed through the sprawling corridors.Meanwhile, Oliver and Garcia en