Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Elijah's steps were heavy as he walked away from his grandfather's estate. The weight of years of resentment and unanswered questions lingered in the air, and he couldn't shake the ache in his chest. He had always suspected his grandfather's involvement in his mother's death, a truth he had never been able to confront until now.Turning back abruptly, he reentered the estate, his jaw set in determination. His eyes locked onto his grandfather, his voice fierce and unyielding. "You never apologized for what happened to my mother."Williams' expression remained stone-cold. "Your mother died of cancer. There was nothing I could do."Elijah's voice grew louder, his anger and pain surfacing in every word. "You could have helped. You could have provided the funds for her treatment, but you chose not to. You let her suffer."Williams' eyes hardened, his tone unwavering. "I made my choices, and I stand by them."Elijah's fists clenched at his sides, his voice qu
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty OneElijah drove with Stella to a nearby bar, the dim lights and the distant sounds of laughter creating a stark contrast to the heaviness of their conversation. They found a secluded corner, and as they settled into their seats, Stella's tears began to flow freely once again.Elijah's gaze was soft as he looked at her, his heart aching for the pain she was clearly enduring. "Stella, tell me what's been happening. Why are the police after you?"Stella's voice trembled as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "It's all because of Henry. They think I know where he is, but I honestly don't. I haven't seen him in months."Elijah's brows furrowed with concern. "Henry's been involved in dangerous activities, Stella. If you're in danger because of him, you need to tell me everything you know."Stella nodded, her voice shaking. "I know, I know. But I really don't know where he is. He disappeared after everything went wrong. I'm terrified, Elijah. I don'
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two Elijah's day had been filled with the usual hustle and bustle of the city. He had been looking forward to finally leaving the chaos behind and settling into the tranquillity of his car. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the streets. With each step, he felt the tension of the day melt away, a sense of calm washing over him.As he approached his car, a luxurious black sedan that gleamed in the fading sunlight, his thoughts were focused on nothing but the comfort of the driver's seat and the soothing hum of the engine. But fate had other plans. Just as his hand reached out to grasp the door handle, he felt a sudden, searing sensation on his chest.Time seemed to slow as he looked down in disbelief. A cup of hot coffee, once held by an unknown passerby, now lay empty on his white shirt. The dark liquid spread quickly, like a stain of anger and frustration. He could feel the heat radiating through the fab
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty ThreeHenry's heart pounded as he stood before his mother, the weight of her anger crashing down on him like a torrential rain. His mother's eyes, once warm pools of love, now blazed with fury as she stared at him. He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze."Henry," his mother's voice trembled with a mix of disappointment and frustration, "how did it come to this? How did you become a wanted criminal on the run?" Her voice wavered as emotions fought within her.Henry's palms grew sweaty, and he swallowed hard before replying, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen, Mom. It's just that... things got out of control."A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of distant traffic. The mother's stern expression softened for a moment, a trace of the loving woman she used to be flickering in her eyes. "You were always headstrong, Henry," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "But this? Running from the law, endangering your life and
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Three Nicki's heart raced as she made her way to her boyfriend's house. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the streets. Her anticipation grew with each step, a mixture of excitement and nerves tightening her chest. She had been looking forward to spending the evening with him, maybe watching a movie or sharing stories from their day.As she approached the familiar front door, Nicki's pulse quickened. She raised her hand to knock, but hesitated, sensing something was amiss. She pushed the door open slowly, her heart pounding louder in her ears. The scene before her unfolded like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.There he was, her boyfriend, lying in bed with two women. Nicki's breath caught in her throat as shock coursed through her veins. Her mind struggled to comprehend what her eyes were seeing. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, the pain searing through her chest.Time seemed to stand still as Nicki's emotions
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Five Nicki's consciousness ebbed and flowed like waves against the shore. The pain that radiated through her body was a constant reminder of the brutal attack she had endured. In the midst of her disoriented thoughts, she sensed herself being lifted, a flurry of hurried footsteps surrounding her. The world seemed to spin as she drifted in and out of awareness.Moments later, the scent of antiseptic and the hum of medical equipment greeted her senses. Nicki's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, the harsh fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glow. Faces of concerned doctors and nurses loomed over her, their voices a distant murmur.As her awareness sharpened, she became acutely aware of the pain coursing through her body. Every movement sent shockwaves of agony, a reminder of the violence she had endured. But amidst the pain, a sense of relief washed over her. She was ali
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six Selena found herself in the dean's office at Harvard Medical University, her heart racing as she engaged in a conversation that could change her life. The dean, a stern yet understanding figure, looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and expectation. The sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden furniture.As they delved into her passion for medicine, Selena's phone suddenly rang, shattering the moment like fragile glass. She hesitated, glancing at the caller ID. "Grandfather Clinton," it read. Confusion creased her forehead; she hadn't spoken to him in years. A tinge of anxiety gripped her as she answered, "Hello?""Selena," his voice crackled through the phone, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."She exchanged a puzzled glance with the dean before replying, "No, not at all. What's the matter, Grandfather?"There was a moment of hesitation on the other end, a pause pregnant with unspoken word
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Seven Selena had been at Nicki's side all night, her eyes heavy with fatigue as she watched over her sister. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a nightlight casting gentle shadows on the walls. Nicki's breathing was slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that eased Selena's worry.As the hours stretched on, exhaustion finally overtook Selena. She settled into a chair beside Nicki's bed, her head resting on her arm as sleep slowly claimed her. In the depths of slumber, Selena's mind wandered through dreams, weaving a tapestry of memories and desires.Then, a sensation, a whisper of touch against her shoulder, jolted Selena awake. Her heart raced as she sat up abruptly, her senses on high alert. The room remained still, the only sound being Nicki's peaceful breathing. Selena's brow furrowed, uncertainty gnawing at her. Had she imagined it?A shiver traced its way down her spine as she glanced around the room, her eyes scanning the corners for any signs