"Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" Natasha stepped into her home and was startled by the figure munching on an apple. The bunch of keys slipped out of her hand slapping hard on the carpeted floor. "I'm here for Mr. Hanord. I'm carrying his baby." "Could you repeat that?" Locking eyes with Natasha, the young woman put her hands on her waist. "You heard me, ma'am. He should take responsibility for what he did." "Oh really?" "Yes. Since he forced himself on me, he should be able to force himself to fend for the baby. I don't have any money." Natasha bent down and grabbed her keys. Her knuckles whitened. "Come on, let me take you to him." "You will do that? Why?" "Do you want to meet him or not? He doesn't live here anymore." "Oh…" The young woman dragged her feet behind as Natasha led them out of the apartment. ****** At Elite Kiddies Lounge Is this a joke or what? How is she here, with my son? Squinting his eyes at Syntia, Kelvin crossed his arms around his ch

As the morning light streamed through the suite, King jumped out of bed and pulled his father off Syntia's body. "You don't get to touch Mommy!" His voice was sharp and clear enough to shake the adults off their slumbers. Twisting her face, Syntia stretched. Yawning softly as she slowly opened her eyes. "King!" "Get off the bed, Daddy!" Syntia swung her legs down, spotting her, King jumped into her arms. She picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Good morning, King." "King is happy, Mommy." "That's sweet, baby." King pointed fiercely at his father rubbing his face and grunting groggily. "You didn't get me that toy, Daddy. You never get me anything!" "Did you wake me up because of a girl's toy, King?!" "It's not. They're cute, Daddy." "I'm not gonna get such a toy for, my son. Play with the ones you already have if you won't choose another." King wriggled out of Syntia's arms and jumped in his father's, ranging blows at him with his tiny fists. Kelvin blocked them with his

Matching back into King's private room, Kelvin's face hardened. His breathing was ragged as he paced around the room, glancing over his son lying flat on the bed. "Has everyone gone mad?" Through his clenched jaws, the words slid out. "Syntia dare degrade my son, the only heir of Kelvin Blakes, to… How dare they bring down the status of my boy with nonsensical suggestions?! I should accept an inferior kidney..? Gosh!" The air became still as it got mixed with Kelvin's rage. As little King softly took in air, Kelvin hesitatingly sat on a chair beside the bed. He shifted in the seat as if it was lit on fire. "You're gonna be fine, my boy. Fight like the man that you are, your Daddy will get you a fresh kidney that is worth it. I promise." He took his little hand and softly stroked it. Bringing King's hand to his face, a few tear drops fell from his eyes. A silent whimper slipped out too. "Daddy?" That soft and delicate voice fell into Kelvin's ear, waking him up from the grief he

Dead silence suddenly crept into the place as Nana struggled with her speech, almost leaving her completely speechless. Kelvin dabbed at his mother's tears as it rolled down freely. "Do you see why it isn't wise for you to be here right now? I told you to stay until the surgery is performed." "Have you found a match yet?" She quickly sat up. "Not yet." "Let me guess, those ones found aren't up to the standard you laid down, or what?" "Yes, Mom. They're all cheap and of low quality. My son's kidney should be a premium one; nothing less" "Can you listen to yourself, Kelvin?! Just hear yourself this once, please. That baby is suffering way too much, and you know that. He shouldn't be enduring such an amount of pain at this age, you stubborn man like your father!" "Nothing will happen to my strong man, Mom. He's the son of his father! So stop with this already and join me search for that–" "Premium kidney?" "Yeah." "I think you should send one of your boys to help you out on this

The whistling of the wind pressed on while the elderly people stood erect on the spot. "I'm not here for you, Mrs. Blakes. I was just passing." "You can fool the freaking birds, not me!" With her walking stick, she moved forward, leaving a little space behind. "You will do your sorry ass good not to show your ugly face to me again, because I won't be this lenient the next time you ruin my taste!" The bodyguard knocked the elderly man onto the ground as they walked past. Glancing around the eyes on him, the man slowly picked himself up. His contorted face grew harder every second. "What bad fate to have met the shedevil herself on a dark day as this." After a long, dull look at the restaurant, the trembling man shuffled further down as though his strength had left him, leaving just liquid. Inside the restaurant… "Cancel the table we booked. This is Venice. Mrs. Blakes." She handed the cell phone back to the bodyguard as he cleared the way for them to go through. Outside, swept h