Sebastian was about to leave the hospital when his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Alexander. His voice sounded strained and unusual, and before Sebastian could inquire about the matter, Alexander abruptly ended the call.Puzzled by Alexander's strange behaviour, Sebastian decided to wait for an hour at the hospital before heading home. He couldn't tell if Alexander was planning to meet him or not, but the urgency in his voice had left him with an uneasy feeling.Sebastian's excitement about returning to modelling was palpable. He had spent the past few months in an African country volunteering with Doctors Without Borders, and while he found the experience deeply fulfilling, he yearned to be back in front of the camera.Modelling was more than just a job for Sebastian; it was his passion. He relished the creative process, the collaboration with other artists, and the opportunity to showcase his unique persona. Despite his success as a doctor, modelling held a special place in
"We are done here," Nora said to Sebastian, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of sadness. She pulled away from him, her body instinctively seeking the comforting presence of Greg.Sebastian, sensing the shift in Nora's demeanour and the unspoken invitation to leave, nodded curtly. He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silence that had descended upon them.Greg watched Sebastian's retreating figure, his brow furrowed in concern. He then turned his attention to Nora. Although he was curious about what had transpired, he didn't want to ask questions that would annoy her."Let's go in," Nora said, her voice barely above a whisper. She led Greg into the house, the weight of the recent confrontation pressing heavily upon her.As they entered the living room, Nora's mother, Amanda, greeted them with a warm smile. "Dinner is ready," she announced, her voice filled with the familiar rhythm of domesticity.Nora nodded gratefully, her mind momentarily distracted from the turm
Nora stood in Sandra Spears' opulent office, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. The air was thick with anticipation as she waited for Sandra to finish her pitch meeting. Her mind drifted back to her first meeting with Sandra, a time when her life was simpler, filled with her passion for fashion and the excitement of launching her own brand. Now, she was faced with a situation that threatened to unravel her carefully constructed world.Sandra's assistant led Nora into Sandra's private office. The room was a testament to Sandra's impeccable taste, with sleek furniture and stylish décor. Nora took a seat, her eyes scanning the room as she waited for Sandra's arrival.Moments later, Sandra entered, her presence radiating an aura of power and confidence. She exchanged pleasantries with Nora, her smile warm and inviting. Once Sandra was settled behind her desk, she turned her attention to Nora, her eyes filled with a hint of seriousness."I'm glad you could come, Nora," Sandra sai
After hearing what Sebastian had to say, Nora was in total shock. After the shock wore off they both decided to go talk to Alexander. Nora knew it was important he Alexander heard the real truth about what happened not just her version. The sun dipped towards the horizon, casting long shadows as Nora slipped into the passenger seat of Sebastian's car. He slid in beside her, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the space. A heavy silence hung between them, punctuated only by the click of seatbelts and the soft hum of the engine."When you told Alexander you were on your way to his house, what did he say?" Nora's voice, usually bright and confident, was laced with apprehension. The weight of the conversation that lay ahead pressed down on her.Sebastian glanced at her, his eyes holding a mix of determination and concern. "He said I should come over," he replied, his voice steady. "After talking to him, I'm sure everything will be alright."His words were meant to be reassuring, but
The shock of the gunshot still hung heavy in the air as Nora's heart hammered against her ribs. Seeing Sebastian sprawled on the floor, blood staining his shirt, sent a wave of terror crashing over her. But before she could fully react, Alexander loomed over them, the glint of the gun in his hand as cold as the fear twisting in her gut."Alexander, please," Nora pleaded, her voice thick with raw emotion. "Put the gun down. This doesn't have to end like this."Ignoring her, Alexander's gaze flickered to Sebastian, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and hurt. "You lied to me," he growled, his voice laced with venom. "You betrayed me.""You should at least let me explain," Sebastian rasped, his voice weak from the pain. "What do you have to explain? Why did it have to be my best friend?", Alexander queried. Nora got on her knees beside Sebastian, she took out her handkerchief from her purse and scrunched it together and placed it on the gaping wound. Taking a deep breath, Nora knew
The doctor returned to request blood tests from Nora and Alexander to determine compatibility for donating to Sebastian. Nora swiftly agreed to the blood test, rushing in to have her blood drawn. Upon returning to the waiting area, she found Alexander still seated, seemingly unmoved."Are you not going to get your blood tested?" Nora's gaze drilled into him, a mix of frustration and urgency in her voice.Alexander remained silent, his demeanour unyielding."As the one who fired the shot, I'd expect you to be more concerned about his life," Nora's words held an edge, speaking through clenched teeth, betraying her frustration.A heavy silence hung between them, the gravity of the situation amplifying the tension. Nora's plea for him to contribute to Sebastian's chance of survival lingered in the air, awaiting a response that seemed to teeter on the edge of uncertainty."Please, Alexander," she pleaded, her voice raw with emotion. "Just do it. For Sebastian."Alexander remained where he
"The operation itself was successful but Sebastian developed some complications. Partly due to how long it took for him to be brought here. He has Pulmonary Contusion and Hemothorax", the doctor said.The doctor's words hung heavy in the air, a leaden weight pressing down on their collective breath. Relief had morphed into a chilling fear, a new understanding of the precarious hold Sebastian had on life. While the operation itself had been a success, the journey to recovery seemed fraught with unexpected hurdles."Pulmonary contusion and hemothorax," Vettel repeated the doctor's jargon, his voice laced with confusion and growing panic. "Can you… could you explain in simpler terms? What, exactly, is happening to my son?"The doctor, sensing their desperation, softened his tone. "Imagine the lungs as delicate, sensitive balloons," he began. "The trauma from the bullet, even though it missed vital organs, caused bruising and internal bleeding - the contusion - just like if you squeezed th
The stage lights glinted off Greg's tailored brown blazer, throwing his well-fitted blue t-shirt into sharp relief. He looked almost…different. Gone were the plain shirts and boring sweaters he wore when he was Graycen's teacher. That version of Greg was replaced by a modern, laid-back sophistication. The way his blue trousers mirrored the t-shirt, the stylish leather shoes completing the ensemble – it was a studied effortlessness, exuding a quiet confidence Nora almost hadn't recognized.As Greg approached, greeting her with a hug, Nora felt a flicker of something within. Was it relief at his presence, a comfort amidst the swirling storm of Angelina's show? Or was it…something more? She couldn't help but steal another glance, she couldn't believe he had successfully fooled her for so long.She had been in a relationship with a billionaire and she had no idea, he had completely deceived her. Angelina's voice broke the spell, her practised warmth as artificial as the studio lights. "Th