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Carlos kept his eyes on Olivia, absorbing everything she had just said, the weight of her words sinking in slowly. The revelation that she had saved him from the crash left him speechless for a moment, his mind racing with questions he didn’t know how to articulate. He could still vividly remember that day— his car tumbling, the screeching sound of metal grinding against the asphalt, the fear that had wrapped around him like a shroud before everything went black.

And now, Olivia was telling him that she had been the one to pull him out of the wreckage? His thoughts were in disarray, his emotions torn between gratitude and confusion. He stared out of the window as they sped down the road, the New York skyline fading in the distance as they drove farther and farther away.

"Olivia…" he started, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned to her, watching as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you come to me af
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    Carlos stared out the window, his thoughts still swirling from the conversation they’d just had. The tension between him and Olivia was thick, the weight of everything that had been left unsaid hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Outside, the abandoned parking lot stretched out in all directions, desolate and empty, a reflection of the emptiness that seemed to have settled between them. He shifted in his seat, glancing over at Olivia, who had her hands still gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She hadn’t spoken since pulling over, and the silence between them was becoming unbearable.Finally, Carlos broke the silence.“This where we’re staying tonight?” he asked, his voice cutting through the stillness like a sharp knife. His eyes scanned the lot outside again, taking in the overgrown grass, the cracked pavement, the distant silhouette of a rundown building. It looked like a place where no one had set foot in years.Olivia didn’t respond immediately. She exhaled slowl

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    Carlos shifted in his seat, feeling the tension still lingering between them. He didn’t say anything for a while, just stared out of the window as the trees zipped by in the darkness. His mind was racing, filled with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to.After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again. “Olivia,” he began, his voice low and hesitant, “what exactly are we running from? Is it just Edgar, or is there more to this than you’re telling me?”Olivia’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles going white again. She kept her eyes on the road, her jaw clenched in that same determined set that Carlos had seen earlier. He could tell she was trying to think of the right thing to say, the right way to answer his question without giving too much away.“It’s complicated,” she finally said, her voice quiet but firm.Carlos scoffed, shaking his head in frustration. “Complicated? Everything with you is complicated, Olivia. I need to know what’s going on. I deserve

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    “Abby, huh?” Olivia’s voice sliced through the heavy silence of the car, startling Carlos slightly. Her eyes were still fixed on the road ahead, but there was a sharp edge to her tone, a curiosity that Carlos hadn’t expected. The quiet hum of the car’s engine and the dark expanse of highway that stretched before them suddenly felt more oppressive.Carlos shifted in his seat, his eyes narrowing. He hadn’t sensed this kind of curiosity Olivia before. Why now? His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, his mind racing. “What about her?” Carlos asked cautiously, his voice low and guarded.Olivia glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “Tell me about her,” she said softly, turning her attention back to the road. “I want to know what she was like.”Carlos frowned, suspicion flashing in his eyes. “Why do you want to know about Abby?” His voice had a hint of challenge in it, as if daring her to push this conversation further. “Why are you asking about my dead fiancée?”There was a m

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    Carlos could barely keep his eyes on the road ahead as they drove the last few miles. The towering trees thickened on both sides of the narrow path, casting long shadows in the evening light. The further they went, the quieter it got, and Carlos noticed the change in Olivia's demeanor as she gripped the wheel, her lips pressed together in a tight line.“You sure this is the right way?” Carlos asked, casting a suspicious glance at the GPS on the dashboard, which had lost signal a while back. “I know where I’m going,” Olivia replied, her voice steady but tense. She leaned forward slightly, focusing on the winding road as it began to narrow. “It’s just up ahead.”Carlos remained silent after that, but his mind was racing. The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken worries. They had both seen too much, done too much, and now they were on the run together. He wasn’t sure if this was the best idea, but it was the only one they had.As they rounded the final bend, the house cam

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    Olivia stood in the doorway of Carlos's guestroom, her hand lingering on the doorknob. The early morning light had not yet broken through the windows, and the room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping inside.Quietly, she padded across the floor and sat gently on the edge of the bed. Carlos lay there, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept. His face, usually marked by tension and stress, looked peaceful for once, his features soft in the stillness of sleep. His thick black hair was tousled, resting across his forehead in a way that made him look almost boyish. Olivia couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him.How did they end up here? She thought as her gaze softened. The long journey they had made, the obstacles they had faced, and the lives they had both lost to the common enemy they shared— Edgar and the woman he worked for. Fate, it seemed, had twi

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    The early light of dawn broke through the thin curtains of their small rented cabin in Hawaii, casting soft shadows on the walls. The quiet of the morning was pierced by the low hum of Jon’s alarm. He slapped it off with a groggy hand, glancing over at Carlos and Olivia who were already stirring. It was time. The tension in the room was palpable, none of them needing to say a word to feel the weight of what lay ahead. Today was the day they’d leave for New York, and the only thing on everyone’s mind was Edgar.Olivia was the first to move, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen to start coffee. She was the most prepared, the one who seemed to keep it all together, even when the walls felt like they were closing in. Carlos sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. His mind was miles away, already in New York, already thinking about the dangerous mission they were about to undertake.“Everyone ready?” Olivia asked, her voice cutting through the silence. She poured coffee

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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