"Can you show me the number?" she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. In response to her request, I swiftly retrieved my phone and scrolled through my call log to find the mysterious number. Handing her my phone, she shook her head in a disappointing gesture. "We can't track this number," she stated matter-of-factly, a touch of frustration evident in her voice. Surprised by her response, I posed a question, seeking clarification. "Why is that?" I asked, my tone filled with genuine surprise and curiosity."It seems the number has been masked using a phone burner app. Whoever this person is, she has taken the necessary steps to ensure that she can't be found," she says, giving me my phone. "What's your next line of action?" She asked, looking at me closely."I need to find a way to speak with her again," I said, biting my lips. "I need to know who she is and why she's doing this to me.""I can help you with that," she said, and my eyes widened. "What? How?" I asked, surprised.
"What did you mean?" I asked, my voice an intriguing mix of curiosity and disbelief. "Have you never been in a relationship?" As I posed the question, a small chuckle escaped my lips, softening the intensity of the moment. I watched her closely, noting the subtle smirk that played at the corners of her mouth. There was a mischievousness in her eyes that hinted at a hidden secret. "Well," she began, her voice laced with a hint of nostalgia, "I have been in a relationship before." Her words hung in the air, carrying a weight of experience. But there was something more, something deeper that she was trying to convey. A wistful smile tugged at her lips as she continued, her voice betraying a tender vulnerability. "But this feeling is different. It's inexplicable, yet undeniably real." There was a sincerity in her tone that resonated with me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of skepticism, my inner doubts gnawing at my heart. As my chuckle subsided, I let her words wash over me, grappl
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. A part of me wanted to know what she wanted and why she was calling now, while the other part of me was terrified of hearing her voice again."Come on, we need to find out what she wants," she urged, taking the phone from my hand. She swiped the answer button and held the phone up to her ear."Hello?" she said in a measured tone, taking the lead in the conversation. There was a brief pause as the line crackled to life with a response. I held my breath, my heart racing."What do you want?" I asked, her my steady and unemotional. I was playing it cool, determined not to give the caller any power over the situation."I want you to send the money to me," the caller said, her voice as cold as ice. "And if you don't do it, I'll release all the information I have on you." My stomach sank as I heard the words. I wasn't sure that she had something on me, something that could ruin my life. But what could it be? And why is she doing this to me?"Put the phone
"I love you, mom; I don't want to be separated from you" As those words tumbled out of my mouth, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. Wrapped tightly in the embrace of my mother, I found peace in knowing that we shared an unbreakable bond. It was as if we were two souls deeply intertwined, inseparable in every sense. The weight of the past weighed heavily on my heart, reminding me of the difficulties we had endured. Yet, in this moment, I felt an indescribable sense of reassurance. No force on this earth could tear us apart, except for the forces of nature itself. Holding onto one another, I fought back tears, my emotions threatening to overflow."How's my father doing?" I demanded, my voice tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. We hadn't spoken in days, and uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Hoping for some reassurance, I looked intently at my mother, awaiting her reply. In response, she nodded slowly, understanding the weight of my ques
"It's not that I want to be a matchmaker, I just want to see if the person will be worth the stress and trouble. You're so precious to me, I don't want anyone to hurt you," she said in a soft tone. "I understand, Mom," I said, feeling a surge of gratitude for her care. "I'll be careful, and I'll introduce her to you when I'm ready," I assured her. "Thank you, baby," she replied, giving me a warm smile. "You make me so proud."I'm not the one you should be thanking," she said, her eyes shining with affection. "You should be thanking God, for bringing you to me. I feel so blessed to have you as my child, you've been such a wonderful son to me." "Thank you, Mom," I said, feeling my eyes prickle with emotion. "I'm so grateful for you too, you're such an amazing mother." As we shared a moment of connection, I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me.Suddenly, a loud crash sounded from the other room, followed by a burst of eerie laughter. "What was that?" I asked, my heart racing. "I d
"I thought you were going to be locking yourself in the room forever," he scoffed, a hint of sarcasm slipping out from behind his words. Nathalie's eyebrows furrowed, her expression betraying her disappointment. A playful smile danced on her lips as she met his gaze. "Are you trying to flirt with me?" she questioned, her tone teasing. "How could I possibly do that to myself? What do you expect me to tell my fans who have such high hopes for me?" Her smile widened, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes. His response came in the form of a throaty chuckle, a sound that seemed to resonate with amusement and understanding. Running his hand through his tousled hair, he leaned closer, their shared humor creating a bond between them."I guess I forgot you were a public figure," I admitted, my voice escaping in a quiet exhale. Nathalie nodded slowly, understanding the weight of the scrutiny she faced. A lingering silence settled between us, the unspoken tension filling the air. Sensi
Stephen stepped into his luxury sedan and made his way to the office, he decided to go to the tech company today, atleast that place won't remind him of his predicament. He admired the view as he drove through the busy city streets, taking in the skyscrapers and bustling businesses. He arrived at the company's headquarters and headed up to his office, ready to take on the day's challenges. As he stepped off the elevator, he was greeted by Mike, who handed him a folder of important documents to review.Stephen sat down at his desk and began going through the documents, making notes and adding his signature to various agreement. As he worked, he sipped a cup of coffee, trying to keep his mind alert and focused. He was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Mike entered, informing him of a meeting with a client that had been rescheduled. He sighed and rearranged his schedule, then continued working. The day seemed to go on forever, but he knew that it was all part of being a successfu
He was taken aback, unsure of how to respond to her, but he recognized the importance of communicating his thoughts. With a hint of uncertainty in his voice, he mustered the words. "Hmmm, you are correct. I really need you to help me; you promised to help me, right?" Her voice exuded reassurance as she replied. "Ask me anything, I am giving you my full support. Trust me." He nodded briefly, finding peace in her words."I need you to help me with your dad. I realized he was cheating more than you realized, and we have to stop this before it gets out of hand. I don't know if you are willing to do this. But you should know I am not forcing you to do anything for me," Susan earnestly expressed, her eyes locked onto his face. Despite the weight of her words, her lips curved into a gentle smile, offering him a sense of understanding and support."I know you don't want to force me, but who told you I don't have my own plans to make that man pay for all sins?" he retorted, a mix of determin