Mello opened his eyes slowly to see himself in a bright room.At first, he felt a banging headache and closed his eyes in reaction to the pain.He tried moving his hand to his head but the pain that coursed through his senses as he managed to lift it, discouraged him.He looked around and saw a team of doctors and nurses swarming around him, hooking him up to various monitors and machines.That moment , everything came rushing back to him.He remembered himself holding his chest in pain, Kelan rushing to him, and his body been rushed to the hospital.Then it all brought Mello down to one thought." How did all this happen!"He hardly fell sick and was surprised to see himself his way.He knew there was some behind this,His instincts was always right.Someone clearly orchestrated this and he promised to make whosoever involved in this regret their action.Mello suddenly felt hands on his body and looked down and that was when he noticed the young nurse who was taking his vitals while
Ana thought for a while, her mind wandering to Mello's maid, Deya.She hastily turned to Mello." Was it Deya, answer me!" She shouted, her pain booming in her voice.Her fists were clenched at her sides as she stared hard at Mello.Mello shook his head slowly, trying to remember.His memories flashing before him like the scattered pieces of a puzzleHe was sure, he never ate her food not more than twice.So she can't be the one.Ana's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through Mello's confused face. She could sense his hesitation, his struggle to piece together his thoughts and patiently calmed the anger boiling inside of her.She won't allow whoever did this go unpunished.Mello wondered for a moment.His mind went to Kelan and their eyes met.Most of what he ate, he was the one who got it for him and he clearly recollected Kelan was the one who gave him the coffee he drank last.Kelan, understanding the piercing guilty gaze, instantly went down on his knees." Who did this this did i
" tell me, boss" the voice returned." the president has been poisoned and it was done in a way all fingers are pointed at me, so listen up." Kelan said, adjusting his tie." I want you two to retrace this to where it all began. Start by retracing the president's steps from the day before and morning of the incident. Talk to anyone who was in contact with him, no matter how insignificant it may seem."" Ok sir." The voice replied." I want you to keep an eye on Sir Ren as well to know if he's the mastermind of this attack as well. And make sure to keep me updated every step of the way. We need to get to the bottom of this before it's too late. I have to prove my innocence to Ana before I lose her trust totally "" Consider it done, Boss. We'll get back to you in two days time" " Better. Make sure not to get caught. Remember, Sir Ren's boys are still on the lookout so be careful"" Ok boss," the voice came for the last time before the call dropped.Kelan let out a sigh of relief as he
( Ashley Health Center)Los Angeles branch.Kelan walked back into Mello's ward with a determined stride, his mind already spinning with the piercing eyes that surrounded him. As he approached Mello's bedside, he found Ana seated beside him, her face lined with dried up tears.Taking a seat beside her, Kelan glanced at the monitors, the rhythmic beeping providing a strange sort of comfort in the uncomfortable situation. He reached out and gently placed his hand on Ana's hand and she looked his way." It'll be fine, I promise " he assured her but her blank expression did nothing to assure his doubts and he slowly withdrew his hand.How had it come to this? Just days ago, he had been a trusted advisor, something he had been doing for years. Now, he stood accused of a crime he didn't commit.But Kelan was no stranger to adversity. He had clawed his way to the top from nothing, navigating the dangerous waters of politics with a skill and cunning that few could match. But Kelan was not o
(Evening)Back at Mello's ward, Ana and Kelan sat in silence, their eyes never straying far from Mello's pale face.The air was thick with tension and unspoken feelings.Mello just kept smiling weakly at them both, his hand entangled with Ana's.Just then, one of the doctors returned to Mello's room, his footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor. Ana and Kelan got up and walked over to him in anxiety.The doctor stopped with a smile then sighed, the weight of his job telling on his face Kelan's jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides as he braced himself for the worst.The smile on the doctor's face returned as she spoke." He's fine now, we successfully removed the toxins from his body but his body is still weak. He might not be able to make much movements but do not be worried about it. It is just one of the side effects of the treatments, he will be up in a few days. He just needs to rest and he can be discharged now..."Ana looked back at Mello and they shared a smi
" it is a rare and highly powerful toxin, derived from a plant found only in the remote areas of of the Amazon rainforest. He's lucky he's still breathing.." Mera said, her expression grave.Jeremy's brow furrowed in surprise. He had heard whispers of the deadly substance before, rumors of its potency of taking a life with ease.How did it end up here? And who could have orchestrated such a heinous act?As the questions swirled in his mind, Jeremy turned to Ana, his eyes searching her face for answers."Do you have any idea who could have done this? Any adversary who would seek to harm your brother?"Ana shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. " Mello has many enemies, Detective.Rivals, bussiness competitors... even within his own board. Anyone could be responsible for this." Ana said and closed her eyes, barely holding herself from mentioning Kelan.Jeremy's jaw tightened with determination. "Then we'll just have to find out who," he saidJust then Mello opened his eyes and
( that same night )somewhere, in a five star bar, Deya leaned against the polished table bar, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the surface of her glass. Her slender frame seemed almost fragile beneath the weight of her emotions, yet there was a certain strength in the way she held herself, a mask that belied her delicate appearance.The bar buzzed with activity around her, the low hum of conversation mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft strains of music drifting from the speakers above. But to Deya, it all seemed distant, as if she were observing the scene from behind a thick pane of glass, separate and detached from the world around her.She took a sip of her drink, the burn of alcohol momentarily distracting her from the ache in her chest. It was a futile attempt to numb the pain, to drown out the voices that echoed in her mind, reminding her of he predicament She has set out of her home with the intent of going to the President's address but her fears stop
(The next day)Kelan's Residence.5:37amAs the dim light of the early morning sunlight filtered into his apartment, Kelan selected his wear for the day – a crisp white shirt, neatly pressed trousers, and a dark jacket to ward off the morning chill. He dressed quickly, the fabric of his clothes draping smoothly over his skin as he pulled them on. A glance in the mirror confirmed that he looked presentable, even though there was little time for such now.Outside, the city was still and quiet, its streets empty save for the occasional stray cat or early riser.Today was the day he would finally meet his secret informant at the sea port and determination spread across his face.He had left Ana's place the previous evening, after receiving a cryptic call from his contacts for the meeting. And since Mello had unattended business he had to help out with, he used that an excuse to as the reason for his sudden departure, saying he wanted to round a few of them up . Immediately he told her,
Just then, the warehouse doors swung open with a bang, and Mello rushed in, his steps quick and full of purpose. His eyes locked onto Sir Ren's, unflinching."Malcolm, what is so important?" Mello said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His sudden appearance left Sir Ren stunned, unable to mask his shock. How did Mello manage to bypass his guards so easily?"What... what are you doing here?" Sir Ren snarled, anger twisting his features as he tried to regain his composure.Mello simply smiled, that infuriating calm spreading across his face, as if he knew something Sir Ren didn't. That smile was enough to make Sir Ren hiss with frustration, realizing he was surrounded by evidence that could incriminate him.Panic flickered across Sir Ren's face, his eyes darting to the drugs and documents scattered around. "Shit! Everybody clear out! Move! Gun him down, now!" Sir Ren screamed, his voice cracking with desperation as he reached for his men.But before he could finish his order, the room s
As Mello drove away, the lights from his father's mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror until they disappeared entirely. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles tense, as his mind raced with the weight of everything he’d just faced. The meeting had been more painful than he’d imagined, more personal than he had wanted it to be. But there was no room for regret now.He took a deep breath, his fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel. This was the last step of the plan, the final confrontation that would bring everything together. Yet, in the back of his mind, a whisper of doubt gnawed at him—would his father really let him go through with this? Or was there another twist waiting in the shadows?As he drove through the dimly lit streets, his phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He hesitated, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Zach.**"All set on my end. Sir Ren’s warehouse is under close watch. Your move now. Make it count."**Mello’s eyes narrowed, the resolv
Mello smiled politely as he rose from the plush leather chair. “Thank you, President,” he said, his tone measured, careful not to let the adrenaline that still pulsed through his veins leak into his voice.He turned to leave, but before he could take more than a step, Sir Asher’s voice stopped him. “It’s late, Mello. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Get some rest.”Mello paused, his back to the man, and allowed a moment of consideration to pass. The offer was laced with something more—an unspoken test. Was this an olive branch, or was it bait? Either way, he couldn’t stay.He smiled, glancing over his shoulder. “I’m a man of time, and unfortunately, I don’t have much to spare at the moment. I appreciate the offer, though.”Sir Asher studied him for a second, then gave a curt nod. “Very well,” he replied, his face expressionless, though the calculating gleam in his eyes hadn’t faded.Mello turned and headed for the door, walking with an air of calm composure, though every nerve in his
As Mello left Sir Nerio’s residence, he couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal hanging over him like a storm cloud. His father’s silence over the years suddenly made sense, and he felt a mix of anger and disappointment rising in his chest. But he pushed those emotions aside; he had a mission to complete.The ride to Sir Asher’s estate was long, giving Mello time to strategize. He needed to gather more evidence, and he couldn’t let his father’s involvement cloud his judgment. When he finally arrived, the sight before him was nothing short of overwhelming.The estate loomed like a fortress, sprawling over vast acres with manicured lawns, fountains, and elaborate sculptures. It looked more like a city than a home. Mello stepped out of his car, taking a moment to adjust his suit, ensuring he looked every bit the part of a powerful player in this high-stakes game.As he approached the entrance, two guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. He
Mello settled into the plush booth, his heart pounding as he faced Sir Nerio. The Prime Minister looked polished and composed, as expected, but Mello knew beneath that facade lay a man tangled in a web of corruption. “Let’s skip the pleasantries,” Mello began, his tone firm and unwavering. “I’m not here to exchange small talk. I know about your dealings with Sir Ren.”Sir Nerio feigned confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What dealings? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mello. You must be mistaken.”Mello couldn’t help but smirk at the Prime Minister’s naivety. “Mistaken? Really? I have video evidence of you in a room full of drugs, discussing shipments with Sir Ren.” He pulled out his phone, swiping through the screens until he found the video. He pressed play, and the room filled with the sound of laughter echoing from the screen.The footage showed Sir Ren and Sir Nerio, surrounded by piles of drugs, their faces illuminated by the dim lights of the room. The two men leaned in clo
Mello felt a surge of realization wash over him. No wonder his father had never interfered with Sir Ren's dealings all these years. The weight of his father’s choices settled heavily in his gut. Even though Mr. Buster had the power to quench Sir Ren's operations, he never did. The truth was painfully clear: Sir Ren had something on him, some past dealings and evidence that kept him silent.Mello clenched his jaw, anger bubbling beneath the surface. His father, a man he had respected, was ensnared in a web of deceit, trapped by his own mistakes. It was infuriating to think that the very person who should have been a protector had chosen to align with a monster out of fear.The room was still, the atmosphere thick with tension. Mello looked at his team, their faces a mix of concern and determination. He couldn’t let this betrayal distract him. He had a mission to accomplish.“Alright, let’s focus,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “So, any update on Sir Vane?” Mello asked,
As the evening shadows stretched across the sky, Mello felt a surge of impatience. He couldn’t wait any longer. Something inside him gnawed at his sense of urgency.He turned to Lisa, who was resting beside him. “I’ve got to go,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against her forehead. Before she could protest or ask him to stay, Mello was already on his feet, leaving her with just a glance.In the living room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Kelan. His voice was steady, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. “Kelan, gather the team. We’re meeting at the hideout. It’s time.”There was a brief pause on the other end before Kelan answered, “We’ll be ready.”Mello ended the call, his mind racing. Tonight would set everything in motion.Mello slipped into his car, the engine purring to life as he pulled out of the driveway. The city lights flickered in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on the task ahead. The weight of the evidence he’d seen gnawed at him—the video of
Mello lay in bed, his thoughts racing. The room was quiet now; Kelan and Lisa had gone to the doctor to finalize his discharge. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of everything. The previous night still haunted him, but it also fueled his determination.Suddenly, the phone beside him rang. It wasn’t his. He glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen, instinct telling him to answer. Hesitating for a moment, he placed the call on speaker."Hope it didn’t hurt much," a familiar voice chuckled through the speaker. It was Zach, his tone mocking yet amused.Mello couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re crazy, but I’ve got to hand it to you, it was a brilliant plan."Zach’s laughter followed. "That means you owe me, you know, for boosting your fame and making you the talk of the town overnight."Mello smiled, recalling how close he came to losing everything. "When I nearly died last night? Yeah, thanks for that.""It was just a light knockout. You’re still here, right?" Zach’s gr
the next morning When Mello opened his eyes, he found himself in a room full of people, all watching him with worried expressions. Their whispers filled the air. "He's awake," someone said softly.Disoriented, Mello rubbed his eyes and saw Kelan and Lisa standing nearby, their faces pale with fear. He slowly sat up in bed, feeling a dull ache in his head. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice groggy.Kelan motioned for the others to leave, and soon it was just the three of them in the room. Lisa, sitting by his side, took his hand and spoke " thank God" Mello stared at her, trying to process what had happened. Mello blinked slowly, trying to piece together what had happened. His body felt heavy, his mind foggy. He looked down at Lisa, who was resting her head on his legs, her silent tears soaking into the blanket. The weight of her words sank in, but they felt distant, like an echo from a dream."Attacked?" he muttered, still rubbing his temple. His eyes flickered over to Kelan