Evan was dressed in his best suit. He applied the perfume Shantelle always encouraged him to use. His hairstylist came to the villa and had his hair trimmed early in the morning. 'Shantelle would have already received her gown yesterday. I hope she liked it,' He thought in his head. After Evan's
Two buttons on Evan's shirt were undone. He had difficulty breathing and had to open part of his shirt. He could not believe his eyes. A new doctor was now occupying doctor Scott's clinic! "This can't be happening." Evan raked his fingers through his hair and looked around. Seeing several secretari
There was one last hope, and that was where Shantelle completed her degree. Doctor Scott was one of the founders of the school. Evan was convinced that Doctor Scott would never give up on his shares. If he did, selling them in just a few months would be close to impossible. Half an hour passed, and
Earlier that day, Shantelle was lazily preparing for school. She wasn't feeling well, but school was school. Every day is vital for medical school. After showering and changing into a pair of faded jeans and a white top, she made her way to the dining area to have breakfast. "Surprise! Happy bir
Keith laughed. He shook his head and replied, "I'm not interested in them, and... they are not at all wrong." Shantelle simply shook her head at his remark, not wanting to dwell on it. Keith was handsome and charismatic, but he was also Evan's friend. She did not want to go there with him. Moreover
"Oh, my goodness! Not again!" Mrs. Shaw exclaimed, seeing Evan being guided by Wendell into the villa's entrance at four in the morning. She tried to aid Wendell, but Wendell said, "It's okay, Mrs. Shaw, I can manage. Please help me open the door to his room." More than a week had passed since Ev
[Sometimes, when things don't work out the way you planned, something better is coming. It may be difficult to believe where you stand; often, redirection is a helpful intervention. This is a gift, and I know it. Love and kisses to my girl, Shanty! I'll see you in a week.] Shantelle smiled, reading
"Evan, son. Do we really need to go?" Erick Thompson asked. The Thompsons were in the car, heading their way to the airport. They were flying to Lockwood for the formalities of Evan's recently acquired property. "Of course we do, Erick. Evan wants us to see his plans," Clara said in the car. "