From inside the Taylors' lovely home, four people settled in the living room, immersed in serious conversation. In one corner, Gabrielle could see how her grandfather's face frowned, looking at the pictures of Genevieve when she was alive.  Gerald's hand was slightly shivering as he asked, "Genevieve, she - she lived this way?" It was earlier that day when Gerald arrived with two of his men aiding him to the location of the Taylor's house. Gabrielle and Kyle had to reschedule their flight, arriving just after lunch.  The old man sighed, looking at Diana, and then he peered around the house again. He said, "I - I can't believe that my daughter lived this... this humbly. I've always spoiled her with luxuries." "I can't believe you are living here!" Gerald pointed his hand towards Gabrielle and then gazed at Diana. "Gerald, you would be surprised how comforting it is to live in a house, knowing that Genevieve had lived here." Di

~"And there goes my mind racingAnd you are the reasonThat I'm still breathingI'm hopeless now"~ The sound of the melodic tune oscillated thoroughly around the venue of Braeton's biggest wedding of the decade.  On the stage, a famous singer was singing the song 'You Are The Reason' by Calumn Scott.  It set the mood along with the cascading white curtains on the sides of the ballroom, adding elegance to the hanging chandeliers from the ceiling and further romanticizing the stretching wisteria flowers that flowed down along the gleaning blue crystals from above.  As everyone stood next to their long yet opulent golden tables, their heads were turned to the woman of the day, Gabrielle Taylor, soon to be... Gabrielle Taylor-Wright.  From Gabrielle's colleagues in the entertainment industry, the Cromwell family, representatives of Freedonia's royal family, Kyle's executives from the company, business partners, the ent

FLASHBACK: Around sixteen years ago. "Remind me again why we are here." At sixteen years old, the young Kyle Wright had his eyes narrowed, looking at the campsite filled with young teens from different schools. He swayed his head disapprovingly before looking at his sister, Kenzie. Kenzie merely chuckled and said, "Kyle! This may very well be, our last chance at getting a normal teen life! Come on! A year from now and we are off to college! Are you forgetting how we have accelerated our studies?! Life is short, Kyle! We have to mingle and meet other teens too!" With a punch on his shoulder, Kenzie added, "Especially you! Nerdy!" "There are middle schoolers here," Kyle complained. Kenzie laughed again and while dragging her luggage, she grabbed Kyle's hand, suggesting, "So what?! Come on, Kyle! Let's go and join the orientation!" After a year of convincing, finally, Kenzie Wright managed to persuade her twin brother to join that year's Braeton's summer camp, annually held within

FLASHBACK CONTINUATION: Day three of the camp.  "Did you hear howling?" Kyle pointed to the woody area off the trail as they slowly disappeared from the open field.  His suggestion quickly made Gaby move closer to him, looking at the unlighted part of the pasture. She frowned as her mouth fell open before turning to him with a punch in the arm. "I thought it was a dog, not a wolf!" "Dogs... howl too, Gaby!" He said, putting an arm around her and shifting her to the other side of his tall frame. "Stay close." When they caught up with two of Gaby's roommates, she suggested, "You can leave me with them. We share the same cabin." Kyle quickly gave a malignant stare at the two older girls who were gazing back at them and quickly they understood his intent. They clamored to leave, suggesting they had other places where they need to be.  "Gosh, we forgot something!"  "Yeah, Gaby! We are headed back!" With j

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] In an archipelago of twenty-six atolls, appreciated for long-warm weather, and luxurious private beaches, Kyle and Gabrielle had their two-week honeymoon in the Maldives.  Lying in their beach cabana, completely naked, two godly frames with glowing skin, kissed by the sun, remained on top of each other, fully intertwined.  Apart from the white curtains that often flew up against the wind's blow, only the surrounding lush and green vegetation provided the couple privacy from the next villa.  Gabrielle did not know it was possible, but apparently, in an exclusive hideaway where villas were so spread apart on a private island, they could walk around naked on their very own beach and no one - not a single soul could see them! For almost two weeks, they had been at it, making love in their villa, in the cabana, and even under the sun, lying on