Kraig actually didn't sneak anywhere, especially to find Tabitha. Well, his intentions had been to find her, but then he stumbled into his grandfather's doctor.Apparently, the procedures to get his grandfather were sooner than they expected. And so his grandfather was waiting for him in his room, in pain and with guilt.The last part was what Kraig didn't know about. He was overcome with guilt, having no clue that his grandfather felt that way. He paced slowly around the door, unable to turn the knob, unable to bring himself to his grandfather's eyes, thinking that he was an irresponsible grandson who couldn't even help save his grandfather.No matter the money in the world, health was way more important.Although he knew that he wasn't at fault, that his grandfather's organs were just failing due to old age, he couldn't help but blame himself, thinking that he was the reason why he had to die. He could've just changed all the organs and made him better. But from the doctor's words,
Jade looked between Carolene and Christian in confusion. She had no clue whatsoever what Carolene was talking about. She knew damn well that Carolene was probably filled with jealousy and rage, and that was why her mood had been sour.But showing the jealousy in the presence of Christian?Not in her wildest dreams did she think that Carolene would be so unruly, having no regard for the secret they were keeping. She would have expected that a woman like Carolene, a woman who was smart, quick-witted, and quite rational, wouldn't lose her composure in such a manner, but it seems she was not immune to the effects of love.Though Jade, internally, was blushing really hard, she loved the attention. She loved the effect she had on Carolene and wanted to explore more of her abilities over the woman. However, she knew doing such a thing at a time like this was playing with fire, and she wouldn't want to in any way invoke Carolene's wrath. She knew that Carolene was a ticking time bomb."Carole
Kraig's mouth was left hanging as he looked at the tubes hooked to his grandfather's body. How frail the man was and how broken he actually was. There were patches on his skin, and although Kraig had no idea what they could mean, he, of course, guessed that it had to do with what the doctor had said to him. That they were the symptoms of the failure of the organs in his body.Kraig wanted to believe with everything he had that his grandfather had been joking.However, the old man proceeded to tell him the story:Years ago, when Logan, Kraig's father, was in college, there, he met a girl who was in the same major with him. He had been immediately smitten by her beauty and proceeded to talk to her.She had her reservations about him for reasons being that they were of different financial and social lives. Being the son of DeVille and the heir, Logan carried a number of friends. Many people wanted to be him, wanted to be like him, and wanted to associate with him.He was the talk from de
Juan paced around his office. The cool air from the air conditioning couldn't help his situation. Though the sweat on his back was cool and the attempt to calm him down was appreciated, still, he wasn't happy. He really wasn't happy about anything. To be precise, he was agitated, worried, and unable to sit still.He kept walking around the office; he had sent his assistant away, canceled any meetings he had because he needed the time to himself. He needed to process what he had done and the repercussions for such actions.His heart had been in the right place, but he never thought for a second that such a thing was going to happen.The TV remote lay helplessly on the floor after being kicked away by its owner. It stayed there, moping, heartbroken, and unable to walk out.Juan's furniture received the brunt of his anger, his sadness, and his worry. He had strewn pillows everywhere. Papers littered the office; there were so many important files on the floor, and even his telephone was s
Thw wind cming through from thw window waa warm. It coukd be as a resukt kf th scorching summer sun that poured intonth room like water. The beeping sound of the EKG, the heavy breathing sound from the oxygen mask, everything acted like the fuel thatbwas poured into Kraig's rage.That fanned the flames of his discomfort, his guilt, his disgust at himself.Though along the line, when the story started, he had gotten annidea that thatbwas what was going to end the whole thing, but there had been a fire burning, there had been something that hebwas hanging on to. Wishing, hoping that those words were kot true that he was actually making things up, that it wasnt exactly like this.But no matter jow many times he tried to tell himself that he was thinking too much, he knew dweo down in his heart that he was rught. And now, his grandfather's wirds just orived that that feelings that he tried to silenexe had been yelling the truth.He coukdnt stand yhe idea that he had been born into a famil
"Should I be excited to see you?" Kraig asked the woman standing before him. His head was still trying to wrap around the fact that this woman was his stepsister. He wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but no matter how hard he pinched himself or how desperately he tried to convince himself, he just knew that this was the reality, and there was no way he would escape from it.He had slept with his sister, a woman who shared the same father with him.Tabitha tsked, took a few steps forward, seemingly unaffected by his display of emotions - the anger, the shame, the betrayal that was seeping out of him.Tabitha, with her heart made of stone, smiled at him, "I think it'll be a good story to tell later in the future," she said. "You can tell your kids that the best sex you ever had was with your sister."Overwhelmed by his emotions, blinded by his rage and sudden, utter hatred for her, he ran forward, almost in a blur, as his fingers wrapped around her neck, slamming her against th
Mr. Ferrera had been delighted to hear such news from Juan. From his voice, he sounded very elated and excited, and Juan could tell that he was very happy to have chosen Juan and not someone else.Juan himself was also happy. Now, it was a certainty that Tabitha was going to die, and nobody would come at him for betraying her. All he wanted to do was save Wynn, and if Wynn doesn't love him now, which seems not possible, she was going to love him later.He was glad. He was happy.He was also very confused as to the reason why Tabitha would even want him to marry Wynn. For all he knows, there wasn't any specific profit that that action was going to yield, and she had sounded so serious, even threatening to kill Wynn if she wasn't married off to anyone. It didn't seem like she was even specific about him being the one. For all he knew, she was ready to bring any Tom and Harry to come marry her.There was only one understanding that Juan could think of.Tabitha wanted Kraig for herself.J
Juan's eyes turned wide, he kist the ability to breathe for a second and was just staring at Wynn with hus heart not beating. He could be likened to being dead. Just looking a her, trying tonhang onbto the shred of life that could possibly be. But the way she spoke, how she sounded and how heartless she was made it very impossible to even hang on to anything.His fingers coukd not grasp anything, much less hold. And he just stared kn astonishment. In heartbreak as he watched her about to turn around.His hanf mived faster than his brain and he quickly wrapped his hand around her wrist holding het back from leaving.Wynn fekt his hand around her wrist and her firat response was to roll her ehes in frustration. "I'm serious Juan, I dont want anything to do with toy anymore"."Am I just a game to you?" He asked suddenly. As it appeared, his sadness ans heartbreak had taken the negatuve path and therefore became rather angry.He was angry. There were reasons enough for him to lose his tem