Marianne was already inside her bed as she thought of Felix. She felt so guilty after knowing what he had been through. A deep sigh came out of her mouth as she lay down on her bed. A tear escaped from her eyes as she felt so sorry for Felix. "How I wish I knew about your past, Felix," she stammered as tears continued to flow from her eyes. Her mother leaned against the door and sighed. She then let Marianne cry, she thought that letting her do what she wants makes her heart feel better. Emma slowly walked away from her daughter's room and headed back to the kitchen to prepare something for her. In the kitchen, Emma prepared a light snack for Marianne, contemplating the complexities of life and the unexpected turns it could take. As she sliced some fresh fruits, her mind wandered back to the news about the Anderson family. The hacking incident had shaken the foundation of their business empire, and Emma couldn't help but wonder about the ripple effects on Felix. Her thoughts we
The park seemed to cocoon them in a bubble of shared vulnerability, and for a moment, the weight of their individual struggles lifted. In that quiet space, they rediscovered the solace they once found in each other's presence. After a while, Felix pulled away, wiping away his tears with a grateful smile. Marianne offered him a small, understanding smile in return. The unspoken connection between them lingered, transcending the complexities of their past. "I didn't expect to find you here," Felix admitted, his voice raw with emotion. Marianne managed a small smile, "Me too. I didn't expect this." Felix took a deep breath, his gaze searching Marianne's eyes. "Thank you for being here, Marianne. It means more than you know." Marianne smiled, "You're always welcome, Felix." "By the way," she looked at him. "I heard mother was discharged. How is she?" "She's fine, Felix. Don't worry about her because she's well and healthy." Felix nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "I'm gl
One day, while exploring a charming coastal town, Marianne stumbled upon a beach. She went to the shore and sat down on the shore. As she looked into the sea, her eyes started to tear up. "Why! Why am I living like this? How can I move on from this!" she raged as she continued to tear up. On the other hand, a painter on the other side heard the scream near him. He looked around, but it seemed like there was no one. He continued to paint, but the loud screams and sobs continued, which caused him unfocused on his work. Curiosity getting the better of him, the painter decided to investigate the source of the cries. He followed the sound, winding his way through the narrow streets until he reached the beach. There, he found Marianne, sitting alone, with the waves crashing gently against the shore. He observed the girl from a distance and sighed, he then walked closer to her and handed a handkerchief to her. "Here Ms. use this for the time being." Marianne looked up, startled by th
Back at the company, Nate saw how Felix struggled to find out who was the real culprit of the hacking incident. He knocked before getting inside and placed the coffee on his table. Felix looked up from his computer, exhaustion evident in his eyes. "Thanks, Nate. I could use a break." Nate took a seat across from Felix, observing the intricate web of code on the computer screen. "Any progress?" Felix sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's like chasing shadows. The hacker covered their tracks well. But I'm determined to get to the bottom of this. Our company's security is at stake." Nate nodded, sipping his coffee. "I trust you'll figure it out. You always do." Felix managed a faint smile, appreciating the vote of confidence. "I hope so. It's just frustrating not knowing who's behind this. They've targeted sensitive information, and it's affecting our clients' trust." Later that day, Nate was walking towards the parking lot when Charlotte saw him. She waved her hands with
Nate turned to leave, but he changed his mind. He pulls the trigger on his side and shoots the man. The gunshot echoed through the desolate building, and the hacker crumpled to the ground, clutching his side in pain. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and Nate stood there, his expression cold and determined. "You think you can threaten me with exposure?" Nate spat, his voice low and filled with rage. "I won't let anyone jeopardize what I've built." The hacker groaned, writhing in pain. "You... you can't... just eliminate me." Nate's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity. "I can, and I will protect my interests at any cost." Nate's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the darkened streets. The gunshot still echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the darkness he had willingly embraced. His thoughts wandered back to a past filled with pain and loss, a past that fueled the flames of revenge burning within him. Ten years ago... Nate Brown'
The celebration at the Anderson mansion was in full swing. Guests filled the elegant halls, clinking glasses and exchanging congratulatory words. Daisy, with a genuine smile on her face, looked around at the joyful atmosphere. "Finally, a moment of peace," she thought. She smiled, tapping her brother's shoulders, "Well done, brother. You did it." Felix nodded, acknowledging his sister's words. "Felix, my son," Ramon called him and tapped his shoulders, "You did great. Thank you," his father uttered as Charlotte and her family arrived at the place. Felix smiled, grateful for his family's support. However, his gaze shifted when he saw Charlotte entering the mansion. He smiled and then walked closer to her, "How are you?" "I'm good," she replied, and then Felix greeted Charlotte's parents politely. As the night unfolded, the mansion buzzed with laughter and music. Guests mingled, sharing stories and relishing the joyous occasion. Charlotte, however, couldn't shake off the lingerin
Later that night, Nate went to the bar where Ethel was working. Ethel, the bartender, noticed Nate's intense expression as he approached the bar. She greeted him with a professional smile, accustomed to reading the moods of the patrons. "What can I get you, Mister?" she asked, pouring herself into her work. Nate leaned against the bar, his eyes fixed on the array of bottles before him. "Give me another tequila. Keep them coming." Ethel raised an eyebrow, studying Nate with a discerning gaze. "Rough night?" Nate nodded, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "You could say that. Sometimes, the past has a way of catching up with you, no matter how hard you try to outrun it." Ethel poured another shot of tequila, sliding it towards Nate. "Well, you're in the right place for a drink. Sometimes, it helps to drown the sorrows, even if just for a moment." As Nate downed the tequila, the burning sensation seemed to echo the fire within him. "I appreciate the advice, Ethel. It's just... som
Ethel remained in bed the next day, thinking about that kiss. The recollection of Nate's intense look, the vulnerability in his eyes, and their unexpected bond on the dance floor lingered in her mind. She was filled with excitement and uncertainty as the previous night's events repeated themselves in her head like a vivid dream. A smile slowly formed on the corner of her lips as her mind reminded the past events. She never thought that Nate would confess to her, it was unexpected, but she was happy that he opened up to her. The following evening, Ethel found herself back behind the bar, the memories of the previous night still fresh in her mind. She went about her work, mixing drinks and engaging in casual banter with the patrons. However, her thoughts kept drifting back to Nate and the unspoken connection they had shared on the dance floor. As the night progressed, and the bar grew busier, Ethel couldn't shake the anticipation of seeing Nate again. She glanced at her phone, reali