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The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain What's Going On?
Hannah sat on the edge of her bed, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress, her heart pounding as she stared blankly at the floor. The room felt stifling, the silence pressing in on her.“It’s probably just my period coming late,” she mumbled, shaking her head as if saying it out loud would somehow make it true.She quickly did the math in her head, counting the days backward.Her breath caught in her throat. Her period was late. By nearly two weeks.Her stomach twisted into knots. “No… no, no, no,” she whispered, pressing a shaky hand against her forehead. “It’s just stress. I haven’t been eating right… I’ve been exhausted. That’s all.”But a part of her knew better. Her fingers hovered over her lower stomach. When was the last time she and Andrew did it. Her breath hitched.Had they been careful? Her heart pounded. She was drunk But could that have been enough?Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.“No, no. This isn’t happening,” she murmured, shak
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain The Hijacker Being Hijacked
Hours earlier, inside a private high-security meeting room in the heart of Shanghai, a tense group of intelligence officers watched the crisis unfold on live surveillance feeds."Every exit had been sealed. Special forces surrounded the airport. Yet, breaching the terminal by force would be a bloodbath. The terrorists were too well-prepared." One of the high ranking officials spoke.That was when Liu Wenjie spoke up."Storming the building is a fool’s move." "The moment your soldiers step inside, those hostages are dead."A high-ranking official scoffed. "And what would you propose, Liu? That we let them run the airport like a goddamn amusement park?"Liu’s smile didn’t falter. "I propose you let me handle it."There was a pause. The officials exchanged uneasy glances.Liu’s reputation wasn’t exactly clean—he wasn’t government, wasn’t law enforcement. But he was effective.The officers finally exhaled. "You think you can get inside without them noticing?"Liu leaned forward, resting
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Showdown
For a moment, there was only silence. Liu Wenjie stood in the center of it all, completely unfazed. He had just walked into Zhao Long’s so-called stronghold, untouched, unchallenged, and in complete control. His men had already taken strategic positions, weapons trained on the cyber-terrorists who had foolishly believed they were the only ones holding power here.Andrew, however, was not as easily impressed.Liu turned to him, his smirk never faltering. “Welcome to the winning side.”Andrew didn’t move. His sharp blue eyes remained locked onto Liu, unreadable.Then, in a slow, deliberate tone, he said, “I didn’t agree to be your dog.”Some of Liu’s men chuckled at the remark, but Liu himself merely tilted his head, watching Andrew as if trying to decipher a puzzle.“No,” Liu said, “but you agreed to survive. And right now, I own this airport.”Andrew’s lips curled into a smirk. “Not for long.”And then he struck.In one explosive movement, Andrew lunged to his left, twisting toward
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Andrew Everest Death
The airport was finally secure, but the aftermath was far from over. The sound of boots echoed through the terminal as a new wave of operatives stormed in. Not Liu Wenjie’s men. Not the Shanghai police.It was the MSS a dozen agents moved with lethal precision, dressed in dark tactical gear, their weapons sweeping the area. They weren’t here to clean up. They were here for him.Andrew saw them before they saw him.He was standing near Adeline, his hands still covered in Zhao Long’s blood. His breathing steady. His mind already calculating the next move.A man in a dark suit, one of the higher-ups, strode forward, his expression cold and unreadable.“Step away from the girl.” His Mandarin was clipped, authoritative.Andrew didn’t resist. He already knew how this worked.Adeline, however, wasn’t as calm. She grabbed his arm. “Wait! He saved us! You can’t just—”The agent didn’t even blink.“Miss Jones, your safety is no longer your concern. Stand aside.”Andrew exhaled slowly. He turned
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Boss Who Is Being Ordered
Andrew stood in the dim glow of Liu Wenjie’s penthouse. Liu, lounging in a s leather chair, as he swirled a glass of whiskey. His eyes studied Andrew with the sharpness of a man who didn’t tolerate failure.Andrew stood in Liu Wenjie’s penthouse, staring at the file in front of him. Song Jinhai’s face stared back at him—a smirking man in his early 50s, draped in a designer suit, surrounded by young women and bodyguards.Liu leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey. “Your target is Song Jinhai,” Liu said, his voice casual, as if discussing a business deal. “He runs arms shipments out of The Red Dragon nightclub. He’s becoming a problem.”Andrew had already memorized the dossier. Song Jinhai was powerful, well-connected, and heavily guarded. Taking him out wouldn’t be easy.“Make it clean,” Liu continued, pouring himself another drink. “You have twenty-four hours.”Andrew flipped through the file, his expression calm and detached. Just another job.Liu Wenjie sat across fr
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Am I Falling In Love?
The air inside Liu Wenjie’s private office had a lot of cigar smoke. Andrew stood in front of the massive mahogany desk, his expression unreadable.Liu exhaled slowly, setting his whiskey down. "You were supposed to make it clean." His voice was measured, but Andrew knew the weight behind those words.Andrew’s fists clenched. “Someone else hit the club. If I retaliated, I would have drawn more attention."Liu leaned back, steepling his fingers. "And now, we have a war."A rival syndicate had lost their biggest supplier. Song Jinhai's death had turned the streets of Shanghai into a battleground.Liu’s gaze hardened. “Zhao Feng won’t let this slide. He thinks I ordered the hit." He exhaled sharply. “You fix this, or you’re dead.”Andrew’s jaw tightened. “What’s the play?”Liu smirked. "Simple. You kill Zhao Feng before he kills us.”Liu tossed a newspaper onto the desk. The bold headline glared up at Andrew:“Gang War Erupts in Shanghai – Unidentified Assassin Sparks Bloodshed.”The Bla
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain CIA Operatives
Andrew stared at his burner phone, heart pounding. The message wasn’t just a bluff.Another text came through.♣See for yourself.♣Three images loaded.Adeline tied to a chair, for the first, a gun held to her head, Zhao Feng grinning in the background and a timestamp—less than two hours ago.Andrew clenched his jaw. His thoughts were that, it was a trap. It has to be. But if I do nothing, she dies.Another message followed.♣Come alone. Warehouse 47, the docks. One hour.♣His grip tightened on the phone and the final message came.♣Tick tock, assassin. She doesn’t have all night.♣He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his gear and headed out.Andrew sped through the streets on a stolen motorcycle, weaving through traffic, eyes locked on the road ahead. His mind calculated every possibility."Warehouse 47," he muttered to himself. "Obvious trap. Zhao Feng doesn’t leave things to chance."He exhaled sharply and checked his weapons, speaking under his breath."Two silenced pistols—accurate, q
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The elevator ascended through Liu’s residential tower. Andrew stood alone, dressed in black from collar to cuff, shoulders square, eyes steady. The city below shimmered through tinted glass—clean, mechanical, heartless. Like the man he was walking toward.He had received the message less than twenty minutes ago:“Come to the residence. We need to talk.”When the elevator doors opened with, Andrew stepped out into the private hallway of Liu’s upper penthouse. It was like walking into another world—warm lighting, mahogany walls, soft classical music drifting from somewhere he couldn’t see. For a place built by a man with blood on his hands, it smelled like jasmine and eucalyptus.He turned the corner and almost bumped into someone.“Oh—Li!” a familiar voice called brightly. “I was hoping to catch you.”Andrew stopped mid-stride and softened. “Mama Mei.”Meilin Zhen—Liu’s wife—stood by a corner cabinet, placing a vase of fresh peonies into place. Dressed simply in a white blouse and bla
Antenatal; I Love You Like A Daughter
The rain that fell heavily at night had stopped by morning. Hannah stepped out of the hostel with a scarf wrapped tightly around her head.The coins in her pocket jingled softly with every step—her entire week’s worth of tips, spare change, and what remained from her last cleaning job.Just enough, she clutched the folded leaflet from the shelter in her other hand. It listed public hospitals that offered prenatal services in the city, and one of them, Red River Women’s Clinic, was circled in blue pen."Just get there....Just register.....Just try." They was crowded, too loud, too fast. By the time she arrived at the hospital’s main lobby, her palms were slick with sweat. She looked up at the signs—mostly Mandarin, with some awkward English translations beneath them—and approached the front desk where two nurses in white uniforms were checking papers from a young couple.When it was her turn, she stepped forward hesitantly.“Hello... I, um... I want to register... antenatal care,” she
My Inner Man
The elevator ascended through the tower. Andrew stood alone in the glass capsule, as he could see himself in the mirrored wall as he moved Forty floors beneath him, Shanghai.But here, on the way to the seventy-second floor, everything was muted. He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket and ran through the pitch in his head again. There were no second chances with Liu. A single misplaced word could tear everything apart. Still, Andrew's face was calm, unreadable. As the elevator slid to a stop with a soft chime, the reinforced doors opened into a private vestibule guarded by two men in black suits. Neither spoke. One waved a biometric scanner in front of Andrew’s eye. It beeped once.“You may enter,” the other said.Andrew stepped through the glass security gate into Liu’s sanctuary.The penthouse office stretched out like a blade—clean angles, matte black walls, a white marble floor that absorbed the sunlight pouring through windows.In the distance, the Huangpu River glinted like merc
My Guys Always Have My Back
Monitors lined the walls of where Taylor, Fredrick and Leon resided. Each was streaming security feeds, decrypted chatter, and scrambled comm logs. Taylor sat before them, expression locked in concentration.The fact that Taylor, fredrick and Leon not being arrested was a bit strange, despite the fact they were involved. To the public, it looked like an airtight case: millions rerouted through dummy accounts, data trails forged, and Taylor’s login credentials stamped across the audit logs.But inside the network, those who mattered knew the truth: Andrew had been framed.Taylor, Fredrick and Leon, weren’t charged—not because they were innocent, but because they were smart. They didn’t run. They didn’t hide. They stood still and watched the flames burn around them.They knew the moment they disappeared, it would confirm guilt. Instead, they played it slow—publicly cooperative, legally protected, and always one step ahead of the full investigation.The firm’s real players—those who orch
The Universe Wants Us Together
The next morning, sunlight bled through the broken blinds of Hannah’s cramped room. Her stomach cramped from hunger, and the ache in her back reminded her how little comfort she’d gotten from the stained mattress.She sat up slowly, holding her belly. “Okay,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “No more crying. You need to work, Hannah. You need to survive.”She splashed cold water on her face from the rusty sink in the corner, changed into her cleanest shirt, and stepped outside into the city’s chaos.By mid-morning, she’d walked into six different shops asking the same thing:“Do you need help? I can clean, I can serve tables, anything—just for cash.”Most turned her away before she finished her sentence. A few didn’t even look at her.She stood outside a noodle bar for ten minutes watching the staff through the window. Finally, she mustered the courage and walked in.A stout, middle-aged man glanced at her with a scowl.“You speak Mandarin?” he barked.“Yes, I
I'm In Pains
The automatic doors of the Shanghai Pudong International Airport whooshed open as Hannah stepped into the city.Her boots hit the wet pavement with a squish. Rain had just passed. She looked around at the streams of people—tourists with luggage, businessmen tapping furiously at phones, taxi drivers shouting over the noise. It was chaos. Fast, unfeeling, uncaring.She had no plan. No address. No one waiting.She held her suitcase as she whispered to herself “I just need to find a place to stay. I’ll figure the rest out later.”Her phone was already dying, but she managed to open a travel app and search for cheap motels nearby. She found one on the outskirts and tried to book.Declined.She blinked. Tried again.Declined.“No… no, no, no…” she muttered. She checked her account balance.Just under 250 yuan. Maybe enough for food, maybe one night if she was lucky. Not enough for security deposits or ID checks.Before she boarded the flight to Shanghai, Hannah used a third-party agent to
I'm Pregnant With His Child
Hannah sat on the cold tile floor of her bathroom, the test strip trembling in her hands.Two lines.Positive.Her breath hitched. The world seemed to tilt, the walls closing in around her."No...This isn’t happening." She squeezed her eyes shut, her pulse roaring in her ears. This was supposed to be impossible.Her stomach twisted violently. She barely made it to the sink before she gagged, her whole body shuddering."Pregnant. I’m pregnant." Tears blurred her vision. She pressed a shaking hand against her abdomen, as if feeling for proof.A whisper escaped her lips. “Andrew…”His name was like a knife to her chest. He was gone. And now? Now, she was carrying his child.She let out a shaky laugh, the sound bordering on hysteria."What am I supposed to do?" She thought of her father. His strict rules. His unyielding expectations."If he finds out…No. I can't let that happen." Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed herself up, gripping the edge of the sink for support. She sta
CIA Operatives
Andrew stared at his burner phone, heart pounding. The message wasn’t just a bluff.Another text came through.♣See for yourself.♣Three images loaded.Adeline tied to a chair, for the first, a gun held to her head, Zhao Feng grinning in the background and a timestamp—less than two hours ago.Andrew clenched his jaw. His thoughts were that, it was a trap. It has to be. But if I do nothing, she dies.Another message followed.♣Come alone. Warehouse 47, the docks. One hour.♣His grip tightened on the phone and the final message came.♣Tick tock, assassin. She doesn’t have all night.♣He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his gear and headed out.Andrew sped through the streets on a stolen motorcycle, weaving through traffic, eyes locked on the road ahead. His mind calculated every possibility."Warehouse 47," he muttered to himself. "Obvious trap. Zhao Feng doesn’t leave things to chance."He exhaled sharply and checked his weapons, speaking under his breath."Two silenced pistols—accurate, q
Am I Falling In Love?
The air inside Liu Wenjie’s private office had a lot of cigar smoke. Andrew stood in front of the massive mahogany desk, his expression unreadable.Liu exhaled slowly, setting his whiskey down. "You were supposed to make it clean." His voice was measured, but Andrew knew the weight behind those words.Andrew’s fists clenched. “Someone else hit the club. If I retaliated, I would have drawn more attention."Liu leaned back, steepling his fingers. "And now, we have a war."A rival syndicate had lost their biggest supplier. Song Jinhai's death had turned the streets of Shanghai into a battleground.Liu’s gaze hardened. “Zhao Feng won’t let this slide. He thinks I ordered the hit." He exhaled sharply. “You fix this, or you’re dead.”Andrew’s jaw tightened. “What’s the play?”Liu smirked. "Simple. You kill Zhao Feng before he kills us.”Liu tossed a newspaper onto the desk. The bold headline glared up at Andrew:“Gang War Erupts in Shanghai – Unidentified Assassin Sparks Bloodshed.”The Bla
