Chapter Forty Six Vincent stood in the sterile hospital room, his heart racing as he gazed at Jasmine lying in the hospital bed. Her delicate features were highlighted by the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her pale skin. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mixing with the faint fragrance of Jasmine's perfume.His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out to hold her hand, the touch of her soft skin sending shivers down his spine. "Jasmine," he murmured, his voice a mixture of gratitude and concern, "I can't believe you saved me from that poison. You risked so much just to help me."Jasmine's eyes met his, a mixture of vulnerability and strength reflected in her gaze. She managed a weak smile, her fingers tightening around his. "Vincent, you don't have to thank me. You're a nice man, and you saved me from something far worse."Vincent's grip on her hand tightened as he leaned in closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "Jasmine, you deserve
Chapter Forty Seven Vincent excused himself, a slight smile on his face as he nodded to Jasmine. "I'll be right back, just need to use the restroom."Jasmine's smile remained, a mix of gratitude and understanding in her eyes. "Take your time, Vincent."As he entered the bathroom, the door swung shut behind him, enclosing him in a small space that suddenly felt suffocating. Doubt gnawed at his mind as he leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The enormity of his decision weighed heavily on him, and he found himself questioning if he had made the right choice.His heart raced, and his palms grew clammy as he thought about the money he was about to commit to Mrs. Turner's treatment. Memories of his own struggles, of the days when he had been barely scraping by, came flooding back. Fear twisted in his stomach, and his mind conjured images of him losing everything again, becoming destitute, and helpless.His fingers clenched the edge of the sink, his own reflect
Chapter Forty Eight As they walked out into the night air, Jasmine's curious expression couldn't be ignored. "Vincent," she began, her tone gentle but inquisitive, "I have to ask, how did you manage to come up with such a large amount of money so quickly?"Vincent's mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, but when he looked at Jasmine's face, he found himself momentarily lost in her beauty. Her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and he felt an inexplicable pull toward her. He leaned in slightly, almost unconsciously, his heart racing in tandem with his thoughts.The world around them seemed to fade as Vincent's gaze locked onto Jasmine's lips. His own heartbeats echoed in his ears, his breathing shallow. The moment hung in the balance, teetering on the precipice of something he couldn't quite define.However, just as his lips were about to brush against hers, Jasmine's voice cut through the haze, her question pulling him back to reality. "Did you steal the money, Vincent?
Chapter Forty Nine Vincent's gaze shifted to Mark, who regarded him with a mix of protectiveness and warning. "Vincent, I appreciate that you helped Jasmine, but I need you to understand that she's my girlfriend. I trust her, and I hope you'll respect our relationship."Vincent swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. He nodded, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "Of course, Mark. I never meant to intrude. I'll respect your relationship."With a last glance at Jasmine, Vincent turned away, the weight of his decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He walked away, each step carrying him farther from the woman who had stirred such intense emotions within him.As he navigated the hospital corridors, he felt a mix of pain and determination. He couldn't deny the sweetness and beauty that Jasmine possessed, but he knew that he needed to honor his vow to stay away from her. The ache in his heart was a reminder of the unspoken connection they had sha
Chapter Fifty [You Need To Spend The 5 Million Dollars In 14 Hours or You Lose Everything And Become Broke] Vincent's mind raced as he stared at the blinking numbers on his bank statement: $5,000,000. It was a fortune he had never imagined possessing, and now, with less than 24 hours to decide, he was overwhelmed with the possibilities. His heart raced, matching the whirlwind of thoughts that swirled in his head. The weight of the decision hung heavy on his shoulders, a mix of excitement and confusion stirring within him.Vincent's pulse quickened as he imagined each scene, the allure of adventure tugging at his heartstrings. Yet, in the midst of these fantasies, a nagging thought held him back: what truly mattered to him?As the night deepened, Vincent's fingers danced over the keyboard of his laptop, researching charities and organisations that resonated with his values. “I will love to help people but I still need to do something for myself “ Vincent insisted With the dawn's f
Chapter Fifty One The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over Vincent's new master bedroom. As he stirred from sleep and stretched, the previous day's excitement rushed back to him. But his newfound bliss was abruptly shattered when he heard the commotion downstairs – the sound of footsteps and hushed voices echoing through the house.Confused and a little alarmed, Vincent quickly dressed and hurried down the grand staircase to investigate. To his surprise, he found a group of stern-looking men and women in dark suits, scanning every nook and cranny of his new home with a heightened sense of purpose. Their presence was disconcerting, and Vincent's heart raced as he approached them."Excuse me," he began tentatively, "what's going on here?"One of the agents turned to face him, his expression unyielding. "We're conducting a security sweep, sir," he replied, his tone formal. "Given your proximity to the President's residence, it's standard procedure to ensur
Chapter Fifty Two [ You still have 900,000 thousand us dollars and you have just 20 minutes to spend it or you lose and get deleted from the Quintillion System ] The notification made Vincent's heart beat loudly because he tautly forgot about the money when he won the lottery. The game is so tricky , it keeps making him spend so much money when he is not used to that kind of lifestyle.Vincent's heart raced as he dashed through the bustling city streets, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His mind was consumed with a single thought - he needed to reach the luxury car dealership before it was too late. The weight of urgency pressed upon him, propelling his legs to move faster, his feet pounding against the pavement like a frantic drumbeat.Every second counted as Vincent's eyes locked onto the gleaming sign of the prestigious car dealership. The sight of the sleek, expensive vehicles displayed within its glass walls spurred him on, his determination unwavering. He burst through the
Chapter Fifty Three As Vincent stepped outside the dealership, the weight of humiliation still heavy on his shoulders, he noticed a graceful figure approaching. A woman, her hair cascading in waves around her shoulders, walked towards him with purpose, her stride confident and assured. Vincent's brows furrowed in confusion as she approached, her eyes fixed on him.With a warm smile, she stopped in front of him, holding out a credit card. "Here you go," she said kindly. "I overheard your situation back there. Looks like you could use some help."Vincent's eyes widened in astonishment, gratitude welling up within him. He hesitated for a moment before accepting the card. "Thank you," he said, his voice a mixture of surprise and sincere appreciation. "I don't even know what to say."The woman's smile only grew, her eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. "No need for thanks," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "We all find ourselves in tight spots sometimes."Vincent