Europe was stunned over the arrest of the sex trade organization, led by Briana and her mother.  Just when they thought it ended with Noah Evans, the legacy continued in the name of his daughter, Briana Evans.  Several TV networks covered interviews with women who were taken by force and turned into prostitutes. Many said they did not know where they were and had no one to help them. Others were simply broken, due to the abuse they had received in the course of their capture, they no longer fought against their vile fate.  There were also women who willingly became prostitutes and claimed that it was their right to use their bodies in order for them to put food on the table, but mostly, the attention was focused on those who were driven into the situation.  Both KNW Lifestyle Media and The Wright Diamond Corporation granted financial aid to the women. The corporations also collaborated with Non-government organizations, specializin

"Code Blue ICU Four." "Code Blue ICU Four." "Code Blue ICU Four." Again and again, the alert echoed through the hospital hallways, signaling the assigned emergency team to the right floor. From inside St. Thomas Hospital's Intensive Care Unit, resident doctors and selected nurses gathered in the quarters of Briana Evans, performing CPR.  "Doctor Khan, we just shocked her at 150 for a V-Fib arrest. The last shock was delivered two minutes ago," a nurse reported. "Have we given any medicine?" Dr. Khan asked as he entered the room.  "None yet, doctor, but we do have IV access," responded the nurse. After a second, the doctor decided, "Let's give her Epi." The nurse was quick to take out the medication and injected it, saying, "One Miligram of Epi in." The doctor who was supervising the revival studied closely Briana's condition and after seeing no response, he ordered, "Let's give her another shoc

Waking up in the wee hours, Kenzie felt chills down her spine, hearing the thunder roaring outside their home.  She frowned, turning to the other side of the bed, not finding her husband.  "Andrew?" She called in her sluggish voice. She firmly wrapped her silk robe around her before deciding to look for him. "Andrew?" Minutes later, she found herself in Kimberly's room and exhaled at the view of the father and daughter, fast asleep on the sofa bed. She smiled watching Kimberly holding her father's waist with her arms and as she rested her head on one of Andrew's arms. It was moments like those that warmed her heart.  She cautiously made her way to the two and sat next to Andrew. Gently, he shook his leg and asked, "Andrew, what are you doing here? Did you kick out Kimberly's nanny?" Andrew twitched at being awoken, tired from a long day and the previous days of staying at the hospital.  After the wel

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] Kenzie was feeling pampered, bathing in warm water that complemented with special salt from the Dead Sea, and scented with lavender oil. She felt her skin being lathered by the same mixture as she caressed herself. Just as she closed her eyes appreciating the aroma, she felt hands massaging her neck and back. "Hmmm... right, there," she said while tilting her head to one side. "Though, this is not a place for a massage." Andrew chuckled and said, "You seemed like you could use one." From within their penthouse bathroom, the couple was inside a sizable jacuzzi tub, enjoying their romantic bath, drifting with rose petals. Andrew insisted they enjoy the bath the hotel had arranged, before indulging in a night of love-making. Kenzie's hair was tied behind her head, perfectly formed into a bun and with that, her slender neck was in full displa

"I'm sorry, Misses Kentworthy, but you had a miscarriage." The words kept repeating in Kenzie's head as she sulked inside her room, back in Braeton. On the same day she learned her pregnancy failed, she left to see her family.  She brought along Kimberly with her and since Andrew could not just leave the company abruptly, especially when he just took a leave, attending to his parents' wedding; he had to stay and command KNW Lifestyle Media. When she arrived in Braeton, she went straight to her parent's house, not making use of the one her father bought for Kimberly. Kenzie wanted to be in her most familiar space, her comfort zone, one she grew up in most of her life.  For three straight days, she had been grieving in her room, merely going out to check on her daughter and eating meals. She could not function effectively in her daily routine, not even enjoy her time with Kimberly. Kenzie, evidently found herself in a depressed state that