Chapter Fourteen Declan felt the rage bubbling inside him as Richard's cruel words cut deep. He wanted nothing more than to lash out, to show Richard just how wrong he was about him. But then he doesn’t want to do anything that will hurt Stella’s feelings and he knows that family means a lot to her , infact that’s the reason she even agreed to their arranged wedding. . But before he could say or do anything, his phone rang, breaking the tense silence. “Excuse me, I need to take this important call” Excusing himself, Declan stepped away to answer the call. It was from the business tycoon hosting the part.His daughter was seriously ill. The man was crying and begging Declan to come and help his daughter before she dies… he sounded really desperate for help. “Please , you’re our last hope. Safe my daughter “ Mr Yang ,the business tycoon pleaded Without hesitation, Declan promised to go to their mansion immediately to treat her. “Alright, I will do what I can to make sure yo
Chapter Fifteen “No! No! My daughter can’t die . She’s so young and has a great future ahead…“ As Mr. Yang watched in horror, blood began to trickle from his daughter's nose, and the beeping of the machine monitoring her vitals grew louder and more urgent. He knew that time was running out, and he couldn't bear to lose his precious daughter. "Stop! Stop immediately!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic and desperation. "Get away from her! You're only making things worse!" The healer, taken aback by Mr. Yang's outburst, stepped back, unsure of what to do. Mr. Yang turned to Declan, his eyes pleading. “I’m trying my best to heal her …” the healer started stammering , by now his hands were shaking and he was sweating profusely. He was also confused and didn’t know what to do. "Shut up and get away from my daughter. Please, Declan…please help my daughter" he begged, his voice cracking with emotion. “I thought none of you wanted me here “ Declan said while rolling the sleev
Chapter Sixteen The healer, feeling deeply ashamed of for his actions and wanting to do anything that will save his pride and dignity in front of the rich businessman tycoon, approached Declan and Mr. Yang, bowing deeply. "I am so sorry for what I have done," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I was wrong to doubt you, Declan, and to interfere with your work. Please forgive me and teach me what you did so that I can be a great doctor and all my patients will respect me like a god” he said arrogantly Declan, seeing the not so genuine remorse in the healer's eyes only nodded because he doesn’t want to create a scene. "Just don’t play with people’s lives because you’re trying to prove a point," he said. "But you must learn from this experience and never repeat it.Money or status is not everything in life especially when it comes to saving people’s life" The healer nodded, grateful for Declan's simple mind which he thinks that he can easily manipulate to teach him
Chapter Seventeen Mr. Yang, grateful for Declan's selfless service and wanting to ensure his comfort and privacy, made a generous offer. "Declan," he began, "I know how important it is for you to keep an eye on my daughter as she recovers and I also know you’re a busy business man and would like your privacy to attend your meetings and clients. But I want to offer you the luxurious penthouse in my new skyscraper hotel. It's a beautiful space, and it will give you the privacy you need while still allowing you to be close to my daughter." Declan was taken aback by the offer. He knew the penthouse was an incredible space, with stunning views of the city and luxurious amenities. "Mr. Yang, I don't know what to say," Declan said, his voice filled with gratitude. "That is a very generous offer. Are you sure?" Mr. Yang nodded. "I am sure. You have done so much for us, Declan. This is the least I can do to repay you. Plus, it will make it easier for you to keep an eye on my daughter.
Chapter Eighteen *Ring Rinngggg Ringgggg* Stella's grandfather dialled Declan's number early in the morning. Declan, who had fallen asleep while working on his laptop, was jolted awake by the ringing. He answered the phone, his voice groggy. "Hello?" Declan said, trying to shake off his drowsiness. "Declan, it's me, Stella's grandfather," came the voice from the other end of the line. "I hope I didn't wake you up." "No, no, not at all,Good morning Sir" Declan replied, sitting up in bed. "Is everything okay with you, how is your health?" "I'm fine, thank you," Stella's grandfather said. "But I wanted to talk to you about something important." Declan, now fully awake, listened intently. "I've been thinking," Stella's grandfather continued, "about your living arrangements. I heard rumours that you've been staying in the penthouse at some luxurious hotel, but I think it would be better if you moved back into our family house." Declan was surprised by the suggestion. "Oh, um, why
Chapter Nineteen Declan decided to pay a visit to his Inlaws and check up on his wife. As Declan walked into Stella's house, he could hear her talking to her grandfather. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to interrupt, but then he saw them both smiling and knew it was safe to approach after whispering inside jokes to each other. "Declan, my boy!" Stella's grandfather exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "Perfect timing. We were just talking about you." Declan smiled politely, unsure of what to expect. Stella's grandfather then surprised him by offering him a job at the stocks and investments company. "I want to offer you a job at my stocks and investments company," Stella's grandfather said enthusiastically. "It will give you valuable business experience and help you become an entrepreneur, apart from your medical work." Declan was taken aback by the offer. He knew Stella's grandfather meant well, but he also knew that he was not cut out for a job in finance. "Thank you,
Chapter Twenty Stella's brother, Richard, was known for being a pampered, rich, spoilt brat. He often acted like a bully, especially towards Stella who he thinks will be given the position of the legitimate heir to the company instead of him. As she discussed the pressure of the deals with her family, Richard couldn't resist mocking her. "I'm sure you can't handle the task given to you," Richard sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "I hope you fail and disappoint the family. Maybe then they'll realise how important I am." Stella tried to ignore his taunts, but his words stung. She knew Richard's behaviour stemmed from his own insecurities, but that didn't make it any easier to bear. Before Stella could respond, Richard turned his attention to Declan, her husband. "And you," he said, his voice full of disdain. "You're saying you'll help with anything she needs? What can you possibly do? You're a broke ass nobody, a beggar who doesn't even have $10 in his account."
Chapter Twenty One As the leader of the gangster-looking men accused Stella's brother, Richard, of owing them 1 billion dollars, her heart sank. It was an absurd amount, far beyond anything Richard could have borrowed. “Richard bullying , stealing a few dollars , smoking and getting drunk was the least you could do but when did you start gambling and taking huge loans ?!” Grandfather shouted angrily, almost hitting Richard with his walking cane stick but Richard dodge him. "That's not true!" Richard exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and anger. "I only borrowed 1 million dollars because I was broke and needed quick cash to buy the new Ferrari sports car that got stolen when I got drunk at some party! I never borrowed 1 billion dollars!" The leader of the men frowned, clearly not pleased with Richard's response. "We have records that prove otherwise," he said, his tone cold and menacing. "You owe us 1 billion dollars, and we're here to collect." Richard's face turned pa
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?” I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest. “We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?” Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.” Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.” Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.” Kai leaned back, considering her wor
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?”I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest.“We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?”Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.”Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.”Kai leaned back, considering her words. “Y
The room fell into a stunned silence as the gravity of their situation settled over them like a shroud. Stella felt her chest tighten, the weight of their actions pressing down until she could barely breathe. Declan, still dazed, stared blankly at the screen. Mason, ever the stoic one, was pale, his eyes wide with disbelief and regret.For a long moment, no one moved or spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the hidden chamber, the cold, clinical atmosphere in stark contrast to the chaos they had narrowly escaped above. But the knowledge that the harbingers were spreading across the city, that they had unleashed something unstoppable, hung over them like a death sentence.“We’re responsible for this,” Stella whispered, her voice cracking. “We did this.”Mason didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the screen as the shadowy figures swarmed through the streets. “We didn’t know,” he said quietly, but there was no conviction in his words. They both knew it was a hollow excuse.Declan fi
As Stella and Declan made their way back to Mason’s office, the dawn light casting long shadows across the pavement, a strange sensation tugged at the back of Stella's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was still amiss, that the calm after their battle was deceptive.Mason greeted them at the door, his face haggard from sleepless nights of research and preparation. He nodded as they entered, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken relief of survival. Yet, as Mason closed the door behind them, an eerie silence settled over the room, thicker than before."I think we did it," Declan said, his voice breaking the tension. "The city's safe."Mason nodded, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes, only a lingering unease. He walked over to the bookshelf, pulling down the same dusty tome they had been studying. He flipped through the pages, his fingers trembling slightly."There’s something I need to show you," he said quietly, his tone almost ominous. He turned the book towa
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
Stella worked through the night, her eyes fixed on the map. The man watched her closely, his presence a constant reminder of the danger she was in. As she traced her fingers over the symbols, she began to notice a pattern. Each symbol corresponded to a place on the island, places she had visited in her months of solitude. She realized her grandfather had hidden the clues in plain sight, using the island as a giant puzzle."We need to go to the old lighthouse," Stella said, pointing to a symbol that matched the structure.The man narrowed his eyes. "Lead the way," he ordered, tightening his grip on her wrist.They made their way through the dense forest, the path illuminated by the first light of dawn. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the rising sun. As they approached, Stella's heart pounded. She hoped her plan would work.Inside the lighthouse, the air was thick with dust and decay. Stella led the man to a trapdoor hidden under a pile of debris. She hesitated
Stella woke up in a dimly lit room. Her head throbbed, and her vision was blurry. She tried to sit up but found her hands and feet bound. Panic surged through her as she scanned her surroundings. The room was small, with a single barred window high up on the wall. The door was heavy and wooden, with no sign of a handle from the inside."Where am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.Footsteps echoed outside the door. Stella's heart raced. The door creaked open, and the man from the shore entered, his expression cold and unreadable."Who are you? What do you want from me?" Stella demanded, trying to keep her fear at bay.The man ignored her questions and placed the black metallic chest on the floor in front of her. "You have something that belongs to me," he said, his voice steady and chilling."I don't know what you're talking about," Stella replied, her mind racing to understand.The man crouched down, his eyes locking onto hers. "Your grandfather had something that righ
Chapter Sixty Stella stood on the shore, her brush dancing across the canvas as she captured the serene beauty of the island. Three months had passed since she arrived, and it had been a transformative experience. The peace and quiet had allowed her to reconnect with nature and tap into her creative side. Her paintings, once amateurish and uncertain, now radiated a sense of confidence and skill. They were reminiscent of the Greek goddesses she had always admired, and she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as she mixed colors on her palette, a sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been dreading this moment for weeks, ever since her father's letters had stopped arriving. And then, it came. A small boat arrived on the shore, carrying a somber-faced messenger. Stella's heart sank as he approached her, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Miss Stella, I'm so sorry to inform you that your grandfather has passed away," he said, his voice barely above a whisper