"Amanda, where are you? We need to see now!" ************* Amanda just got off the call after she had finished speaking with Kristien. It left her visibly shaken. Ethan immediately noticed the change in her demeanour. He could see the fear in her eyes, and he knew something was amiss. Ethan had promised that no more harm would come to her right in front of everyone. This was the first way he would be needing to prove it, so he asked, "What's wrong, Miss? Who was that?" Jameson stepped forward to be part of the conversation while Mr. Albert and his wife simply stood behind the scene waiting for Ethan's next move. They didn't really give a good proper home training to their kids, but to some extent, he was taught to obey. Yet, Ethan had just clearly said No to his parents' demand. Amanda paused for a moment, contemplating whether to share with Ethan or not. He had just ignored his parents'request because of her. If she tells him…... But Ethan's gaze was so sincere that she

Zach sat slumped on the kitchen counter, his head in his hands. He felt like everything had gone wrong in the blink of an eye. One moment he was cooking lunch with Meg, and the next, his daughter had caught him in the act of cheating on her mother with her mother's friend. The guilt and shame weighed heavily on Zach, and he knew that he had made a grave mistake. He had betrayed the trust of the people he loved the most, and he had no idea how to make things right.********** Zach had always prided himself on being a good father. He'd tried his best to be there for his daughters, supporting them through everything and being a constant presence in their life. But now, Nancy sat in the border of the swimming pool behind the pool, tears streaming down her face, as she had earlier seen her father pawing at another woman in the kitchen. And it was not just any other woman, it was Megan. The person she trusted so much. For Zach, it was like a switch had been flipped. He'd been caught

The Lynch Hotel was more than just a hotel. It was a symbol of wealth and luxury, a place where only the elite could afford to stay. It was the most expensive hotel in New Hilton City, and only millionaires like the governor, Amanda, Colton and Blake, and a few other exclusive affluent individuals could afford to stay there. Amanda preferred to stay there and while away time than to attend boring meetings with clients. But she knew she had to do it. Especially now that the company was under her name fully. As soon as you entered the hotel, you were greeted by a grand foyer with high ceilings and glittering chandeliers. The reception desk looked more like a boutique counter, with attentive staff dressed in smart suits waiting to cater to your every need. The hotel's interior decor was elegant, with a traditional yet modern design. The walls were made of polished marble, and the floors were covered with plush carpets. The artwork adorning the walls was priceless, with original paint

25 YEARS AGO It was the early 90's in the small and poor community of New Hilton, and little Jameson was playing outside with his father Fred and mother. Their small compound was dusty and filled with rocks and pebbles. But to them, it was home, and they were grateful to have each other. As the night began to settle in, Fred sat Jameson down on his lap and began to tell him an old tale. "Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a small rat. He was never valued by the other animals and was often kicked about. But this rat had something special, something that would change his life forever." Jameson's eyes widened with excitement, and he leaned in closer to his father, urging him to continue. "This rat had the most beautiful whiskers of any animal in the land. As time passed, all of the other animals were hunted and killed for their meat or for sports, leaving this small rat alone in the world with his whiskers the only one left." Jameson's small face furrowed with sa

Amanda exchanged a skeptical glance with one of the guards, but Beatrix's reaction spoke volumes. Despite her memory loss, a spark of recognition flickered in her eyes, and a sense of familiarity tugged at her heartstrings. She couldn't explain it, but she felt a connection to this stranger. "I... I think I know you," Beatrix said softly, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and affection. "But I can't remember how or why." The stranger's eyes softened, and he took a step closer. "Beatrix, it's me, Adrian," he revealed, his voice laced with emotion. "We knew each other before the accident. We had something special, something worth holding onto." Amanda's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to process this unexpected revelation. How could Beatrix have a connection to someone she couldn't even remember? And what was this "something special" Adrian spoke of? The situation felt increasingly complex and mysterious. Before Amanda could voice her concerns, the guards intervened, their