Owen Owen rushed to her side before her head reached the ground. Ignoring the stares of passersby, Owen carefully placed Serena in the backseat and instructed his guard to retrieve her purse. Upon their arrival, Owen wasted no time explaining the situation to the medical staff, his voice steady. The doctors quickly sprang into action, assessing Serena's condition and running a battery of tests to determine the cause of her collapse. As Owen paced anxiously in the waiting room, his thoughts were consumed by Serena's well-being. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that what he had said earlier had led her into danger once again. As Serena lay unconscious in the hospital bed, Owen's mind raced with memories of their early dates. He vividly recalled the terrifying moment when Serena collapsed after biting into something hard, her body going limp in his arms. At the time, he had been filled with panic and confusion, unsure of what had caused Serena's sudd
After smiling drunkenly for a few minutes, Serena burst into tears. "How could you, baby? How could you kiss me with your lips tasting like blueberries? You know I love blueberries." She jumped on Owen, pushing him into the room. The force of her push made him stumble, reaching out to grab the toilet as he fell. He had been in the shower when he heard her knocking, and all he had on was a towel, now lying on the ground. His bare, slender body was exposed. "Serena, wait," Owen tried to protest, his voice strained with concern. But Serena, still in her drunken state, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him toward the kitchen, navigating every nook and cranny of his house with alarming precision. "Serena, you need to stop," Owen said, his voice a mix of confusion and urgency. "We can't do this. Not like this." Serena, her tears mixing with a look of fierce determination, ignored his words. "Why did you leave me?" she slurred, her grip tightening. "Why did you leave us? You promised y
Owen quickly put on some clothes, his mind racing with anger and suspicion. Who was taking those photos? Could Marah have someone tailing Serena without his knowledge? He had to find out.He dashed out the door, his steps quick and purposeful. The cool night air did nothing to calm his nerves. He headed towards the house next door, where he had seen the camera flashes. His heart pounded as he reached the door and, without hesitation, he kicked it open with a powerful blow.The door flew open, and the first person he saw was a young boy, barely in his late teens, standing there with wide eyes, both scared and defiant. The room was cluttered with computer equipment, camera gear, and piles of paper. The boy’s hands were trembling, a camera hanging loosely around his neck.“Who took the photos of my apartment a few minutes ago?” Owen demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation. “Someone better start talking.”The boy swallowed hard, glancing nervously around the room as if
The Billionaire’s Unexpected Soulmate Melody Part 1: Chance Encounter Chapter 1 .Damian. As I woke up to the chaos of another morning, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu in the whirlwind of events that were about to unfold. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of my mother's stern voice echoing from downstairs. Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her. Then there's my old man, Charles Blackwood. After retiring from his successful business ventures, he's embraced the whole "live life
.Serena.As I woke up to the gentle rays of the morning sun, I could already hear the familiar clatter of pans and the aroma of breakfast filling our cozy apartment. My heart warmed knowing that my mother, Emily Johnson, was up and about, working her magic in the kitchen like she always did.My mom is my rock, my constant support through thick and thin. She's a single mother who has always put my future first, doing everything in her power to ensure I have a bright one. With her unwavering love and dedication, she's made our small home feel like a haven of warmth and love.As I made my way to the kitchen, I found Mom humming a soft tune, her smile radiating pure joy. "Good morning, sweetheart! Did you sleep well?" she asked, giving me a warm hug."Morning, Mom," I replied, returning the hug. "Yes, I slept like a baby. You know, your cooking is like magic – it always makes everything better."She chuckled, a twinkle in her eyes. "Magic, huh? Well, I'm glad to be your kitchen magician t
I decided to distract myself by preparing a simple dinner. Mrs Rachel rushed out offering to cook me dinner but I politely declined, Cooking had always been a way for me to find solace, a respite from the demands of my high-powered business life. Tonight, however, my mind was a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty.Had I made the right decision by giving Serena my business card and expressing a desire to keep in touch? A part of me felt reckless, as if I had allowed myself to be carried away by an unexpected connection. The world I inhabited was one of caution and control, and this sudden vulnerability made me uneasy.But then, I remembered the genuine warmth in Serena's hazel eyes and the authenticity of our conversation. She seemed to see beyond the façade of Damian Blackwood, the formidable CEO, and into the depths of the man I kept hidden from the world. In her presence, I felt a sense of liberation, as if I could momentarily shed the weight of my responsibilities.Despite my reserv
.Damian.As the days passed and turned into weeks, I found myself growing increasingly weary of waiting for a reply from Serena. The initial excitement and hope that had accompanied my message gradually gave way to uncertainty and doubt.Had I misread the connection we shared at the art studio? Was she simply being polite when she accepted my business card and expressed an interest in keeping in touch? The questions swirled in my mind, creating a sense of unease I couldn't shake.I knew I couldn't rush things, but the silence from Serena left me feeling vulnerable and exposed. In the cutthroat world of business, I was used to being in control, making calculated moves, and anticipating outcomes. But matters of the heart were a realm I had little experience navigating.As each day passed without a response, my mind conjured up all sorts of scenarios. Perhaps she had been too busy with her art and hadn't seen my message. Or maybe she had second thoughts about connecting with someone like
.Serena.The moment I received the call from Damian's assistant, informing me that he wanted to meet to discuss a potential art commission, my heart raced with excitement and nervousness. Damian Blackwood, the powerful CEO, had taken an interest in my art, and I couldn't believe the opportunity that lay ahead.As I made my way to his office the next day, I tried to steady my nerves. The corporate world was unfamiliar territory for me, and I couldn't help but feel a little out of place in the grand building that housed Blackwood Enterprises.Upon entering his office, I was greeted by Damian's warm smile, and I immediately felt at ease. He expressed his admiration for my art, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. To have someone like him recognize my talent was a dream come true.As we delved into the details of the project, I could see the passion and vision behind his words. He wanted my art to be at the heart of the building's transformation, to create a space that evoked em