Chapter Twenty Four The police chief raised his hand, calling for silence. "Everyone, keep quiet! We need to get your grandfather to the hospital now," he ordered.An ambulance arrived, and paramedics rushed Grandfather out on a stretcher. Stella held his hand, tears streaming down her face. Declan followed closely, his face tense with worry. At the hospital, the doctors sprang into action. Grandfather was whisked away to surgery, and the family was left in the waiting room, their faces pale with fear and anxiety. Hours passed, and still, there was no news. By the time the doctors emerged, they looked exhausted. "We've done all we can," one said grimly. "But his condition is critical. We'll have to keep him in intensive care and monitor him closely."The police officers, who had stayed to take statements, looked at the tired and distraught family. "We'll be back tomorrow to get everyone's statements," the chief said, glancing sympathetically at Stella. "You all need to focus on you
Chapter Twenty Five Declan's hands moved quickly, performing chest compressions, his face set with determination. The room was silent except for the beeping of the heart monitor, which suddenly stopped. The flatline sound echoed through the room. Stella gasped, her eyes wide with horror. "No, Grandfather, no!" she cried out, rushing to his side.Doctor Jack stepped forward, shaking his head. "It's over," he said, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "Declan has killed the great businessman because of his busy body. If only you had left the job to professionals, this would have been successful."Declan looked up, his eyes filled with defiance. "Don't conclude yet. It takes time for the medication to kick in. We still have hope."Clara, eyes blazing with fury, stormed towards Declan. "How dare you! You've killed him!" she screamed, raising her hand to slap him.Declan saw her coming and moved just in time. Clara's slap missed him and landed squarely on Richard's face, who had been stand
Chapter Twenty SixDeclan lunged after Stella, desperation etched on his face. "Stella, please, you have to understand!" he called, his voice cracking with emotion.But just as he reached the door, the nurse grabbed his arm. "Declan, wait," she purred, trying to pull him back. She leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his. "Stay with me. She doesn't understand you like I do."Declan's eyes flashed with anger. He yanked his arm free and shoved the nurse away. "Get off me!" he snapped, pushing her aside with surprising force. Without another glance, he sprinted out into the corridor, searching frantically for Stella.He found her standing outside Grandfather's room, her back rigid with anger. "Stella," he panted, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Please, just let me explain."Stella turned, her eyes cold. "There's nothing to explain, Declan. I saw everything."Before Declan could respond, Doctor Jack stepped out of the room, a smug smile on his face. "Good news," he announced. "Gr
Chapter Twenty Seven Declan stood his ground, his heart pounding in his chest. "Stop behaving this way," he warned, his voice steady but firm. "Let's settle things like normal, civilized people."But the thugs only laughed, their sneers growing wider. They continued ranting and creating a scene, their voices loud and threatening.Declan turned to Stella. "Take your brother and go," he urged, his eyes intense. "Before things get nasty."Stella nodded, too tired for more drama. "Come on, Richard," she said, tugging at her brother's arm. Richard, still clutching his cheek, stumbled along beside her.But Clara folded her arms, defiance in her eyes. "I'm staying," she declared. "I want to see what happens."Infact, Clara pulled out her phone, aiming the camera at Declan and the thugs. She was ready to record everything, convinced that Declan would end up embarrassing himself.The leader of the thugs, the one with the scar, stepped forward. His eyes locked on Declan. "So, you want to play
Chapter Twenty Eight The thug leader's hesitation turned into resolve. His finger tightened on the trigger, and a cold smile spread across his face. Just as he began to pull the trigger, a sudden noise broke the tense silence—a loud, commanding shout echoed through the street."Drop the gun!" All eyes turned to see a squad of police officers rushing towards them, their weapons drawn. The thug leader's eyes widened in shock. He hesitated for a split second, his grip on the gun faltering.In that moment, Declan saw his chance. He lunged forward, knocking the gun from the thug's hand. It clattered to the ground, and the officers quickly surrounded them, their presence overwhelming the thugs."Hands up! Now!" one of the officers commanded, his voice authoritative and unyielding.The thug leader, realizing he was outnumbered and outgunned, slowly raised his hands in surrender. The other thugs followed suit, their bravado evaporating in the face of the police.Declan stepped back, breathi
Chapter Twenty Nine As Declan turned to Stella and Clara, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Stella's voice cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving."I have nothing to sort out with you," she said, her tone laced with bitterness. "I saw you cheating on me with the nurse. I hate you, Declan. I want a divorce desperately."Declan's heart sank at her words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, to plead with her, but she cut him off with a sharp gesture."Stop saying that," she spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "We just recently got married, and you've already shattered everything."Declan felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath him. He reached out a trembling hand towards her, desperate to explain, to make things right, but she turned away, rolling her eyes in disgust.Without another word, Stella stormed off towards the car, leaving Declan stranded on the sidewalk, his world crumbling around him. He watched her go, his heart achin
Chapter Thirty The sleek Ferrari navigated through narrow, winding streets until it reached a part of town Declan barely recognized. Dilapidated buildings lined the road, their windows shattered and covered with grime. The air was thick with the stench of decay and garbage, assaulting his senses and making his stomach churn.The woman parked the car and stepped out, motioning for Declan to follow. He hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the desolate surroundings, but his desperation to find his sister pushed him forward.As they walked, Declan scanned the area, his eyes darting from one homeless person to another. Ragged figures huddled in doorways and makeshift shelters, their faces etched with hardship. He searched for any sign of his sister, but none of the faces looked familiar.His head began to throb, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Memories he had tried to bury deep within his mind started to resurface, chaotic and disjointed. Images of his sister's laugh
Chapter Thirty One The lady was so scared, so she picked up her phone to call a number. "Hello, I need help. I have an unconscious man who is bleeding under my arms right now!" she screamed into the phone. "Is he dead? Do you need us to dispose of him?" the person she called asked. "No, I can't dispose of him! What if someone catches me?" she panicked, her voice shaking. "This is too risky." The man on the other end of the line sighed, rolling his eyes. "Isabella, we're bigger than the police. Remember who you are. You're the daughter of a powerful mafia lord, and your father loves you too much to let anything happen to you." As she continued to panic, a black SUV pulled up beside her. A burly man in a tailored suit stepped out, his face a mask of irritation and concern. "Isabella, what are you doing close to the homeless station?" he demanded. "Are you sure this man isn't homeless? I think we should dump him here. His clothes are too basic, and I don’t think anyone of imp