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
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty EightSelena gazed tenderly at her sister Nicki, her heart heavy with a mix of compassion and weariness. The dimly lit room seemed to hold its breath as Selena went about her task, tending to Nicki's needs with a gentle touch that belied the challenges she faced.Nicki, confined to a wheelchair, had a spirit that matched her fiery red hair. Her sharp tongue and acerbic wit often pushed people away, leaving her isolated in a world that struggled to understand her. Even the nurses, with their well-practised patience, found themselves worn down by Nicki's relentless demeanour.Yet Selena remained a steadfast presence in Nicki's life. With a smile that held a touch of sadness, she brushed Nicki's unruly hair away from her face. "How are you feeling today, sis?" Selena's voice was a soothing balm, a contrast to the turmoil that often brewed within Nicki.Nicki's blue eyes flickered with surprise at the softness in her sister's voice. "Don't act like you care,
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Nine Tears streamed down Nicki's face, her voice breaking as she clung to Selena's hand. "I don't want to die, Selena. Please, I don't want to die." Her words were a desperate plea, raw with fear and vulnerability.Selena's own tears mingled with Nicki's, her heart torn between her own fears and her sister's pain. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice quivering as she spoke. "I know, Nicki. I'm scared too."Nicki's grip tightened on Selena's hand, her gaze pleading. "You have to do the transplant for me. Please, Selena, I can't do this alone. I can't face the possibility of dying."The weight of the decision pressed heavily on Selena's shoulders, the gravity of what lay ahead almost suffocating. Despite the hurtful words, the bitterness that had marked their relationship, Selena saw her sister's desperation and the genuine fear in her eyes.As Selena looked into Nicki's tear-filled eyes, she made a choice. With a shaky breath, she nodd
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Henry stepped out into the vibrant night of Dubai, the city of dreams. Neon lights danced across the skyline, casting a colorful glow on the bustling streets. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way to the club, the thumping music already reaching his ears from a distance.Inside the club, beautiful women adorned in elegant dresses moved like graceful swans, their laughter mingling with the pulsating beats. Henry found himself swept into the energy of the crowd, his worries fading as he lost himself in the rhythm of the music. The atmosphere was intoxicating, a blend of luxury and freedom that seemed to embrace him.He danced with abandon, his body moving in sync with the melody, his spirits soaring higher with every passing moment. The night seemed endless, filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and carefree moments. Henry's laughter joined the chorus, the weight of his world momentarily forgotten.As the hours ticked by, Henry's eyes caught
Chapter One Hundred And Forty One Elijah, the enigmatic mafia boss, stood in the dimly lit hospital room, his piercing eyes fixed on the phone before him. It rang with an urgency that sent shivers down his spine. He picked it up, his heart pounding in his chest. On the other end was the gravelly voice of Godfather Roberto, a man as feared as he was revered in the criminal underworld."Elijah," Roberto's voice crackled through the line, "we've got a situation. The power plant is on fire."Elijah's grip on the phone tightened, his mind racing. The power plant was his empire's heart, a well-guarded secret hidden beneath layers of darkness. He exchanged a glance with Selena, his trusted confidante, who lay on the hospital bed, her face marred with bruises from a recent clash with a rival gang. The silence in the room was heavy, pregnant with the weight of the news.As Roberto detailed the extent of the catastrophe, Elijah's chest tightened. Flames licked at the edges of his carefully cons
Chapter One Hundred And Forty Two In the hushed shadows of the night, Henry's fingers danced across the keyboard as he navigated the online banking system. The glow of his laptop screen illuminated his determined expression as he accessed his mother's account. Guilt and desperation churned within him, but he was driven by a reckless resolve to secure his escape.With every click, he felt a twinge of guilt, a pang of betrayal towards the woman who had brought him into this world. But the sense of urgency drowned out his moral qualms. He withdrew five million dollars, a staggering sum that held the promise of freedom. The transaction completed, he closed the laptop, his heart racing with a toxic mix of exhilaration and guilt.As dawn broke, Henry's plans took shape. He booked a private boat that would carry him away from Dubai's watchful eyes to the shores of Turkey. The thought of evading airport security and immigration checks offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of his chaos. The a