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'MOMENTS LATER'Carlos shifted in his bed, watching Abby glance at her watch. The cold light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on her face, accentuating her furrowed brow. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before sighing. "I need to go," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "If I’m gone too long, my father might suspect I came to see you."Carlos nodded, a tight smile pulling at his lips. He could sense the unease behind her words. His fingers brushed against hers briefly as she stood up. "I understand. I’m just glad you came." His eyes met hers with warmth. "And thank you, Abby… for agreeing to move in with me."Abby’s expression flickered with doubt, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Don’t thank me just yet, Carlos," she said, pulling her hand away and stepping toward the door. "Let’s wait and see how my father takes this news." Her voice was firm, but there was an edge of fear, a knowing fear that the battle had only just begun.Carlos exhaled slow
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Abby could feel her pulse thundering in her ears as she stood in the middle of the study, her father’s words hanging heavy in the air. "If you walk out of here and move in with him, don’t bother coming back....when your stupid actions consequence comes biting down on you." Her chest tightened, a suffocating heat spreading from the pit of her stomach up to her throat. She had expected a fight, had braced herself for it, but hearing those words... It still felt like a slap in the face.Her father’s face remained stone cold, hard, and unforgiving. Senator Gerald Stone had made his ultimatum clear— his words cutting through her like shards of ice. She stared at him, biting back the tears that threatened to spill, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of defiance and pain.Without another word, Abby stormed out of the room, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor as she turned her back on her father. The suffocating weight of his disappointment pressed down on her shoulders, but she f
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Abby rushed down the hallway, her feet barely touching the floor as her slides gently clicked against the marble tiles. Her chest was tight, her vision blurred from the tears threatening to spill over, but she held them back— just enough to get to the restroom. Her mind was racing, the sting of her father’s hand still fresh on her cheek, but it was the words he’d said, the venom in his voice, that crushed her spirit. She pushed open the door of the lavish restroom and immediately locked it behind her.Once inside, she collapsed against the door, her body sliding down until she was sitting on the cold floor. Her breaths came out in short gasps as the tears she had been holding back poured down her face. Abby buried her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body. The enormity of everything hit her at once— the slap, the betrayal, the fact that her own father had turned against her in the worst way possible. It felt as if her heart was breaking in a million pieces,
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'TWO WEEKS LATER'Moments before Carlos's and Abby's engagement party.“Carlos, I think that’s everything. What about the wine? Did you double check the bottles?” Abby asked, rushing past the living room, her eyes scanning the neatly arranged décor.“I’m on it, babe,” Carlos replied, flipping through the last minute checklist on his phone while quickly grabbing his watch. “The food’s ready too, right? Did your friend confirm with the caterer?”Abby nodded, pulling a hand through her dark curls in a rush. “Yeah, I spoke with her an hour ago. The catering's been delivered, and they should arrive any minute to set it all up.”Alison, one of Abby's friend who was helping with the readiness of the party then appeared from the hallway, holding a bag of ice with a wide grin. “And there’s more where this came from. Everything’s cool, Abby. Relax.”Abby chuckled nervously, walking to Carlos and adjusting his shirt collar. “I know. I just want everything to be perfect. It’s our engagement party
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As soon as Carlos opened the door wider, Alisha slipped past him with an amused smile, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. Carlos froze for a second, his mind racing with panic. Why was she doing this? He quickly turned to her, grabbing her arm. "Alisha," he hissed under his breath, his voice tight with anxiety. "You can't just—"She pulled her arm away, her lips curving into a smirk. "Relax, Carlos," she said smoothly. "I’m just here to enjoy the party. Don’t make a scene, hmm?"Carlos gritted his teeth, watching helplessly as Alisha strolled into the apartment, blending seamlessly with the other guests. Her eyes scanned the room with cool confidence, and within seconds, she had joined a group of people, smiling warmly as if she belonged there.As she mingled, the room around Carlos seemed to pulse with unease. Several of the guests, especially those from the firm, noticed her presence immediately. Murmurs began to spread through the crowd. What was she doing here? Car
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Carlos clutched Abby’s lifeless body tighter, his breaths ragged and desperate. Blood stained his suit, but he didn’t care. The world around him blurred, his mind too clouded by grief to register anything beyond the cold, dead weight in his arms. Abby was gone, and there was nothing he could do to bring her back.A murmur rippled through the room. The guests, once frozen in shock, began to stir. Some whispered to each other, others backed away, horrified. Toby and Derek exchanged tense looks, unsure of what to do next. Derek’s hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, dialing for help. But in the back of their minds, they all knew it was too late.The door to the balcony creaked open, and for a fleeting second, the fresh air felt like a cruel reminder that life was still moving outside, despite the horror unfolding inside. Alisha stood near the door, leaning against the frame, her eyes fixed on Carlos. Her smirk had softened into something more calculated, almost like a predator watc
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“Nobody moves!!!” The lead officer’s voice boomed through the room, his hand gripping the holster of his gun as the guests stiffened. Faces, pale with terror, were frozen in a grim tableau around Abby’s lifeless body. Carlos stood there, his heart still pounding in his chest, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. He hadn’t moved an inch since he let go of Alisha, his fury now tempered with cold, raw anguish.The officer stepped forward, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of movement. “We’re going to need to speak to everyone here,” he said, pulling out his notepad. “But first, I want to know— did anyone see what happened?”A murmur rippled through the group, but it was scattered, unfocused. Most were too shell-shocked to respond. Alisha, leaning casually against the wall now, met Carlos’s gaze with a thin smile, her expression unreadable. Carlos ignored her, his mind racing as his eyes fell on the shattered glass again. That man— the one who had given Abby the drink— wher
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Carlos sat on the edge of the hospital bed, wincing as he tightened the bandages around his abdomen. His breathing was labored, every movement sending sharp pangs through his body. He glanced toward the door, knowing he had little time left before the nurse would return for another check. He turned to Toby, who stood by the window, watching the dark sky outside.“Toby,” Carlos muttered through gritted teeth. “I’ve got to leave tonight. I can’t stay here.”Toby spun around, his eyes wide. “Carlos, are you out of your mind? You can barely walk. The wound hasn’t even started healing properly. You’re in no condition to be out there.”Carlos shook his head, determination hardening his gaze. “I don’t have a choice, Toby. Senator Harvey will come for me. He’ll use every resource he has to find me, and when he does…” Carlos paused, taking a deep breath to push through the pain. “When he does, he’ll kill me.”Toby crossed the room, his expression full of worry. “Carlos, you’re not thinking str
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Carlos stepped out of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the modest apartment building. The tension was palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap. Miguel and a few of their men flanked him, their movements swift and precise, well rehearsed from countless operations before. But this one— this was personal.Miguel gestured toward the entrance. "We’ve got the building surrounded. No one’s getting out without us knowing."Carlos nodded, his face a mask of steely resolve as they made their way toward the building. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of anticipation building in his chest. His heart pounded in time with his footsteps, but his expression remained calm, collected.They reached the entrance, a narrow hallway leading to Olivia’s apartment on the second floor. Carlos took a deep breath, steadying himself before he climbed the stairs, Miguel close behind. The air was thick with the humid heat of Mumbai, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he barely noticed. His focus wa
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A Few Months Later.....Carlos sat in the largest office of the company he now owned, the enormous windows stretching from floor to ceiling behind him. The room, once a place of ridicule and frustration, had become his empire— rebuilt in his image, every piece of furniture a testament to his power. Yet, despite the luxury, the carefully curated space, and the city bustling beneath him, Carlos found no peace.His hands gripped the arms of his chair, the tension in his knuckles betraying his thoughts. From this vantage point, he could see the chaotic movement of New York, the ant like people scurrying far below, unaware of the power struggles happening so high above their heads. His eyes were on the horizon, but his mind was far away.It wasn’t the money. It wasn’t the firm. Those were easy victories— too easy, if he was honest with himself. No, the real prize had always been elusive, slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tried to hold on. Olivia.The name alone sent a w
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A few days later....Carlos wheeled out of the elevator, a low hum from its descent fading as the elevator doors hissed shut behind him. The spacious office floor that had once been a place of ambition and humiliation now stretched out before him, utterly transformed. His eyes moved over the sleek furnishings, the modern lighting, and the polished marble floors, but his mind was far from admiring the décor. He could feel the weight of every gaze in the room, every stiffened posture. Miguel, his uncle, stood beside him, tall and brooding with an unreadable expression. Behind them, Carlos’s men – all ex-military and highly trained – flanked him, their presence a silent reminder of who Carlos had become. The former worker, the man once kicked around and demeaned, was now their new boss. The heir of the Martinez empire.The low murmur of the staff hushed the moment Carlos's wheelchair moved forward with a faint electric whirr, the entire floor falling into silence. Heads turned, faces dr
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A few months later.....Carlos sat quietly in the large, beautifully landscaped garden of the Martinez family estate. The sun, golden and warm, cast long rays through the trees, painting the glass walls of the house in shimmering reflections. This estate, known as the "Glass Fortress," was hidden deep within the woods, far from prying eyes, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. The trees around swayed gently in the breeze, the air crisp and filled with the scent of pine and freshly cut grass. Carlos wheeled himself to the edge of the garden path, close enough to admire the serene beauty but far enough to avoid being touched by the world beyond.His fingers absentmindedly traced the cool metal of the wheelchair’s arms, but his mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of his lost children and the ex-wife who had taken them. He had moments like this often, where he would retreat into the solace of nature, trying to find some peace in the rhythm of the forest, but peace always s
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The following night...Carlos sat silently at the edge of the stage, his guitar resting against his knee, watching as the last of the small crowd dispersed into the fading twilight. Andrew and Peter were packing up their instruments, exchanging a few light-hearted jokes, but Carlos wasn’t in the mood for banter. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about Miguel and everything he had said. He was torn between disbelief and a gnawing curiosity that had kept him awake most of the night.“Hey, you good?” Andrew’s voice cut through his thoughts. He was standing beside Carlos, his keyboard case slung over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since we finished playing.”Carlos nodded, though his thoughts were still muddled. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, avoiding Andrew’s concerned gaze. “Just thinking.”Andrew raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but didn’t push. “Well, let us know if you need anything, man. We’re here for you.”“Thanks,” Carlos replied, his t
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The following evening.....Carlos’s fingers slid over the smooth strings of his guitar, his eyes shut as he strummed the chords with practiced ease. The rhythmic notes echoed through the park, melding into the cool evening air. Andrew sat beside him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, while Peter tapped his drumsticks lightly against the cajón, filling the space with a steady beat. A small crowd had gathered around their makeshift stage, captivated by the music, swaying gently to the melody. It was a simple life, playing for strangers who’d toss spare change into their tip jar, but it was theirs. For a few hours each day, they were free. Free from the burden of life’s harsh realities, free from the pain and memories that haunted them all.As Carlos played, his gaze drifted across the crowd, briefly landing on a familiar figure. Miguel. The man from the night before. He stood just at the edge of the gathering, his broad frame silhouetted by the streetlights, arms crossed over his ch
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Several years later.The subway platform was as familiar to Carlos as his own skin by now, the dim, flickering lights overhead casting long, uneven shadows across the grimy floor. The night was biting cold, seeping through the thin layers of his old jacket, but he had long stopped minding it. After all, the chill had become a constant companion. Andrew and Peter were already setting up when he rolled up in his wheelchair, the squeaky wheels echoing slightly in the nearly empty tunnel. A few people hurried past, heads down, not sparing a second glance at the trio who were about to fill the subway with their melodies. Andrew adjusted his guitar strap, his fingers hovering over the strings, testing out a few chords. He glanced at Carlos, his face creased with the weariness of life. “Ready for another night, my man?” Andrew asked, his voice gruff but kind.Carlos offered a tight lipped smile. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, positioning himself beside them. His voice, though
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A few days later...Olivia sat on the cold, hard stool next to Carlos's hospital bed, staring at his motionless body. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, and the machines around him hummed and beeped rhythmically, tracking his every breath and heartbeat. The room smelled sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic in the air, and the bright, artificial light from the ceiling cast harsh shadows across his face.She crossed her legs, her foot tapping softly against the tiled floor, her hands resting on her lap as she watched him. Her mind drifted, but the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips remained— subtle but triumphant. It's done, she thought, her heart racing at the thought. After years of planning, manipulation, and waiting, her mission was finally complete. The mighty Carlos Wilson was lying before her, utterly helpless.A nurse entered the room, her soft footsteps barely audible on the floor. She smiled at Olivia, a kind but professional smile, and then turned her attent
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Nearly an hour later...Olivia’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as she turned into the driveway of their family home. The soft hum of the car’s engine quieted, leaving only the excited voices of her two children, Alex and Alexa, who were both animatedly chatting about their time at the beauty shop. Alexa had chosen a two sided pony, and Alex was still giddy about his hair trim. “Mama, look! Do you think Daddy will like my ponys? And nails?” Alexa asked, holding her tiny hands up to admire the glittery pink polish as the sunlight glinted off them. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy, and Olivia forced a smile onto her face.“Yes, sweetheart, Daddy will love them. I’m sure he’ll be so proud,” Olivia replied, her voice betraying none of the turmoil churning inside her. She parked the car, the engine’s quiet purr cutting off abruptly, leaving the driveway still and eerily silent.Alex unbuckled his seatbelt with the speed of a child who couldn’t wait to share exciting news. “I can’t wait