Stella's hospital room was like a safe haven for her, a place where she could find peace amidst all the troubles surrounding her. With Zen always nearby, she felt a sense of safety she hadn't felt in a long time. His constant presence was like a ray of hope in the darkness, reminding her that she wasn't facing her struggles alone.Zen's protective instincts went into overdrive as he watched over Stella, making sure she got the care and attention she needed. He only allowed a few trusted individuals to enter the room, keeping the outside world at bay to protect Stella's privacy.Even though Stella sometimes protested against Zen's protective measures, deep down, she appreciated his dedication to keeping her safe. She found solace in his unwavering commitment to her well-being, knowing that he would do whatever it took to ensure she was okay.While Zen stepped out briefly to get some food for Stella, a sudden knock on the door shattered the quiet atmosphere of the room. Stella's secreta
Zen's entry smashed the delicate peace that had settled within the room. His eyes blasted with outrage as he observed Ariel's nearness, his feelings bubbling fair underneath the surface. With a voice bound with wrath, he requested that she take off at once, unwilling to engage her nearness a minute longer."What are you doing here? You have no reason to be here at all," he said in a loud and firm voice that resounded through the room.Ariel, detecting the concentrated of Zen's seethe, made a move to depart, her resolve unflinching within the confront of his fury. She had anticipated his response, bracing herself for the storm that had definitely taken after her entry."I'm sorry for bothering you but I honestly didn't mean any harmf. I only came here to make friends with you both," she said, her eyes bearing witness to her words She was going to walk out through the door when Stella's voice cut through the pressure like a cut, her words stopping Ariel in her tracks. She inquired Ari
Zen's entry smashed the delicate peace that had settled within the room. His eyes blasted with outrage as he observed Ariel's nearness, his feelings bubbling fair underneath the surface. With a voice bound with wrath, he requested that she take off at once, unwilling to engage her nearness a minute longer."What are you doing here? You have no reason to be here at all," he said in a loud and firm voice that resounded through the room.Ariel, detecting the concentrated of Zen's seethe, made a move to depart, her resolve unflinching within the confront of his fury. She had anticipated his response, bracing herself for the storm that had definitely taken after her entry."I'm sorry for bothering you but I honestly didn't mean any harmf. I only came here to make friends with you both," she said, her eyes bearing witness to her words She was going to walk out through the door when Stella's voice cut through the pressure like a cut, her words stopping Ariel in her tracks. She inquired Ari
The following day dawned with an unusual absence in the office. Ariel, typically punctual and dedicated, was nowhere to be found. Stefan, the ever-watchful leader, couldn't help but notice her absence, and a flicker of concern crossed his usually composed features. For a brief moment, worry gnawed at his thoughts as he considered the myriad of possibilities for her absence. Perhaps she was ill, or perhaps she had been delayed by unforeseen circumstances. However, Stefan's concern quickly gave way to frustration and anger as rumors began to circulate about Ariel's unexpected visit to Stella. The news reached his ears like a thunderbolt, igniting a fiery rage within him. How could she betray him like this? After all he had done for her, after all the trust he had placed in her, she had dared to defy him.The air in the office crackled with tension as Stefan's anger boiled over, his temper flaring like a raging inferno. He stormed through the corridors, his footsteps echoing with each t
Stefan awaited the return of his men with a mix of anticipation and impatience. He had sent them on a mission—one that should have been simple, straightforward. But as the moments stretched into agonizing silence, a gnawing sense of unease crept into his thoughts.When the men finally staggered back to him, their faces twisted with pain and anguish, Stefan's heart sank like a stone. For a moment, he couldn't recognize them, their disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the composed figures he had sent out.Tears streamed down their cheeks, their sobs echoing through the stillness of the night like a mournful lament. Stefan's initial disbelief gave way to a seething rage, his fury boiling over like a cauldron of molten steel.How could they have failed? How could they have faltered at such a seemingly trivial task? The very thought of their incompetence incensed Stefan beyond measure, igniting a firestorm of fury within him.Without a second thought, he reached for his gun, his finge
Tom found himself caught in a whirlwind of confusion and pressure. Stefan's relentless pursuit weighed heavily on him, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. With each passing day, the pressure mounted, and Tom struggled to find a way out of the suffocating grip of Stefan's demands.As he sat alone in his office, the weight of his predicament bore down on him like a heavy burden. He knew that he couldn't continue living under Stefan's thumb, but the thought of running away filled him with a sense of dread. No matter where he went, Stefan would surely find him, relentless in his pursuit of control.Exhausted and overwhelmed, Tom felt as though he was at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his mind racing with possibilities. He needed a plan, a way to break free from the chains that bound him to Stefan's will.In a moment of clarity, a daring idea took shape in Tom's mind. He realized that he needed to change h
Stefan found himself utterly drained, the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him like a suffocating blanket. In desperate need of respite, he sought solace in the familiar embrace of the club, a haven where he could escape the pressures of his tumultuous existence.As he entered the dimly lit establishment, the pulsating beats of the music washed over him, a soothing balm for his weary soul. He ordered drink after drink, each one a temporary reprieve from the chaos that threatened to consume him.But as the night wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, Stefan found himself slipping further into a haze of intoxication. The world around him blurred into a dizzying whirlwind of lights and sounds, his senses dulled by the potent concoctions coursing through his veins.In his inebriated state, Stefan struggled to maintain control, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He tried in vain to find his way home, but his mind was clouded by the fog of intoxication, his thoughts mud
Stefan continued to ogle at the necklace that he had found and he couldn't get his eyes off it. The name had been well engraved on it and he couldn't help but praise the hand there had made it."Sarah! Goodness knows where she must be at the moment," he thought to himself, placing the necklace on the bedside table. There was only one person who could own it - the lady that had brought him the previous night.He remembered her face more vividly than he did earlier and the way she had spoken to her. She sounded so soft and tender as they conversed the previous night at the club..Her hand against his body gave him goosebumps and she had even topped it by driving him home. He could bet her kind was rare and only a few would still exist.Out of the blue, he jumped to his feet with a stern face. "I need to find her. It's a must," he muttered as he began to pace the room.There was no doubt finding her ess going to prove very hard especially as there was no way he could contract her. She di