One Month After. The Villa was silent.  Lana was startled awake by her nightmares. She has been having them for a month, now. Since Daniel's disappearance, all she dreamt about was him being in danger. She glanced at the tiny alarm Clock by the bedside table.It's 4 O'clock, past midnight.Lana's phone lit up.Followed by the iPhone ringtone. The cell phone was particularly loud and conspicuous in the quiet and still room."Hello." She was frigid for a second before answering the call. It was the number of the police officer in charge of the case. She had filed a case of a missing person, a day after he did not come back like he wrote in the note. She sat straight up and brisk herself to listen to whatever news, he had for her.The serious voice came on the other side without warning, "Ma'am, sorry for calling you this late, but a case was reported not long ago and it seems to be your husband's car. I reckon that he might have m

When she is this happy, something is definitely not right."That bitch's son is in a coma." The woman smiled devilishly. Peter gazed at his mother and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? But he is just in Coma, he will still wake up."Peter questioned not understanding what was so happy about that. His father's son was just in a coma, it would have been better if he had just died. Now the old man was intent on having him succeed him."Not really. however, since he managed to survive the accident, I have my ways of changing that." She then took a few sips of her drink and said; "I can guarantee him staying that way for life. And we won't have to bother about him interfering in our lives. Your father will only have you as his son and heir."After she finished speaking, Peter collected the glass of wine from her perfectly manicured hand and downed the content with a wide grin.His lips curled up in a devilish smile, "That is why I love you, Mother." He

It was hours past midday. looking at her time, Lana decided to turn in for the day and close early. She carried her bag and walked outside the building. A figure pops up in her view-blocking her from opening the car door."I see, you threw the gifts away." Lana fights the urge to groan out loud and beat him to a pulp so he would stop disturbing her."I am glad, you know that. Seems like your way of getting information is quite on point and fast." She said sarcastically. "Please, leave my path, Austin."She glanced at the man just a step away from her, annoyed."Why? You don't even call me senior, anymore. Give me a chance, will you, Lana. Let me take you out to dinner." Austin said seriously, as he stood there, dressed in a simple T-shirt and pants."Why do you try so hard, Austin? I am a married woman who is expecting, Doesn't that bothers you? I have made it clear that I have no intention of getting together with you

At the long rectangular dinner table. A somewhat, happy ambiance permeated the Area, as a hot, grand set of dishes were served.Johnathan Li sat at the head seat, while Daniel sat by his right-hand side. The other two; Natasha and Peter sat on the opposite side of Daniel. As the maids placed the dishes on the table, Daniel gazed at them with an unspeakable glint in his eyes.Johnathan caught the glimmer in his eyes, and let out a fake cough."Eat, it is your favorite food." Johnathan pointed out to the dishes with emotion. Though he did not mention anyone, those on the table, knew exactly who the old man was talking to. The look of jealousy was all over Peter. When has his father, ever prepared his favorite food or anything at all for him. This Old Man was sure biased to his precious Son. He came back early and happen to see his father, cooking in the kitchen with the maids standing outside. Only Butler Feng was beside him, helping out with the p

With each contraction came a pain that dominated Alexandra's entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. She could hear screaming from other rooms, yet she made no sound at all. When the pain passed it was only for a minute or so and she breathed with closed eyes, unwilling to re-engage with life outside of her own body. The room might as well have been empty for all the awareness she had, and when they did talk, touch, gain her attention she found it so hard. To reply she had to find herself from the deepest recess of her own mind and drag herself forward, to use her voice, open her eyes. The doctor was telling her that it was time, time to push, again. With a guttural grunt she did so and was told to stop, one was enough. She felt the baby crowning, the hot stretching of flesh, and held her breath. She could feel her consciousness being drawn from her body and for a moment, there was no breath at all.