"It is her," he exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and running out of the café.He looked both left and right, but the empty road was all he could see. A moment ago, she was standing there, staring with those doe like purple eyes, but in an instant, she was gone—vanishing into thin air. It cannot be his imagination, right? It cannot be a delusion once more, right?
Ana came running out of the cafe"Iden... what's wrong?"He pivoted to locate Anna . "Nothing," he said, pausing for a moment before taking her hand and pulling her away "let's go."With great strides, he left the place, determined not to waste any more time and to tell her nothing. Just as they were leaving, a black figure emerged from behind a large tree not far from the café. She lit the cigarette while leaning against the tree, and in just one puff, half of it turned into ashes that disappeared into thin air and fell to the ground. Her cigarette and smoking style were not as elegant as the ladies out there, but rather ruffian. A man stood at the French window of the city's tallest building, and nobody knew what he was thinking. His flawless, fair skin gleamed in the intense sunlight. James, his assistant, was unable to look away from him. Though he had traveled the world, he has never seen a man as attractive as him. He was scared that if he were asked to marry him, he would not decline even though he was not gay. "Have you discovered anything?"He spoke turning back.With a low but deep voice, he came back to his senses, what was he thinking? He must be going crazy. "Yes, boss." he answered. "This file contains the report." The file remained on his desk.What is it? With a frown, he asked, unable to open the file as he sat there staring at it."Miss Stone spent a year in the cell. Based on our inquiry and the police hypothesis, she attempted suicide multiple times due to depression. She used to scream and cry at night and remain silent and aloof during the day. It was spread in the cell, she was hunted by ghosts but according to doctors, she was mentally ill....he paused."And then," Iden questioned, gazing at file on his desk.James observed the man seated behind the table, his fingers crossed over his chin, his eyes deadpan, difficult to make out any emotion but his voice was gravelly. Having worked with him for years, he knew him better than anyone else."Then …" James spoke again, "She was committed to a mental institution. Only mentally ill life-sentenced prisoners are sent. They are either used for medical experiment or their body parts used for the benefit of patients in the name of treatment.""After being there for two years, no one knows what happened to Miss Stone or even if she is still alive.""She can't die." Iden's serene countenance and baritone concealed his internal turmoil and he motioned for him to get out.James exited his office , but he could guess how he was feeling right now. After all, he was the witness to everything that happened in his life.Iden didn’t react for long. After hours, he was still in the same position as when James left him."Iden I am not sure when, where, or how I fell in love with you."Iden thank you for everything, thank you for loving me so much."“Because I knew you would never let me fall.”“Iden I left everything behind to be with you, and I am willing to share the life that you are leaving."Because you are my only dream.""Iden, please believe me: I am innocent.""Please save me, Iden.""Iden Ruan, we are done for this life." Her voice kept running through his mind, overlapping one after the other, and he tugged his hair hard. "Is this what he wanted? If so, why is he experiencing excruciating pain in both his heart and head?The devil returned to haunt him when he pulled the photo out of his drawer and began to gradually calm down. 'She got what she deserved.' 'There was nothing to regrate.' He calmed down a bit but his heart still hurt. 'Could it be that she is dead and he sees her soul everywhere? No, she cannot die. This is not what he wanted. He will find her and tie her to his side, not allowing her to run again. ....................................................... A middle-aged man was sleeping in the master bed of an opulent villa room, holding a fair, gorgeous woman in his arms. The man who slept next to her was twice as old as she was. His cell phone rang incessantly. He began berating the person on the other end of the phone for bothering him at this hour, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID. He had only listed one line and was almost out cold." Boss, she is back. "His breath was erratic, his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and he was sweating profusely on his back. He screamed in pain."Kill... kill her kill her right away. ""What's the matter? Please calm down baby." The woman tried to coax him. soothing his back."Don't touch me you betch." he yelled "Fuck the hell out of here." The women startled.A figure in a long black jacket with a mask and hood covering her face, climbed a large banyan tree to reach the second-floor balcony. Her movements were clean and quick, and she opened the balcony door with ease. She knew the elegant and beautiful figure sleeping soundly on the bed did not have the habit of locking the door. But the sound of footsteps woke her up from her sleep."What... What are you doing...""You, what are you doing here"The woman woke up from her sleep and shouted at the person standing at the door of the room. "She is back... She is back from prison." "How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken.""No, my informant can't be wrong." He had confidence in his men. With a wobbly leg, the man got onto the bed and held the terrified middle-aged woman. Her body was fluttering, and she could not say anything after hearing what her husband had said.In dark cornern of the room, the woman in black sneered and lurched away silently. She was uninterested in their conversation. She entered a vast library where thousands of books were lying in wait for someone to read them. Moving around, she took out book number 1017. The book was an old, romantic novel. But she was not here to read the book. She jiggled it vigorously, and a piece of paper fell out. She gently held the paper while maintaining the book's o
Tall, obstinate trees dancing to the light breeze and the sounds of passing birds as the dew on their leaves kisses the morning sun. The cutton in the white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his associates. The first view he saw was not the beautiful one he dreamed about every night, but a white ceiling, and he realized he was in a hospital room."What'm I doing here?"His voice was hoarse and his head was heavy. He even felt a sort of pain in his neck. "Boss, we found you fainted and were unconscious all night. You had fever, the doctors said, you should stay under observation and rest for the next few days."He was surprised to learn that the night before he had a fever. He appeared to have seen her and even hugged her, as far as he could recall. But how did he end up passing out in the street? How come she disappeared? Once more, was it an illusion or a dream? No, that is not possible to
The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. He was taller than six feet three inches, with a bull-like, muscular, and angular build, as well as prominent cheekbones, a prominent jawline, an elegant nose, and lips that were meant to be kissed. The most striking aspect of his face, though, were his silver-grey eyes, which had the angelic grandeur while perfectly capturing the essence of the living, breathing devil. enhances the shine in his black hair even more.It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.His every step was confident and assertive, and as James followed, a group of people in black followed suit. He was tugging on his Rolex watch as James recited the schedule.The chauffeur reached forward to open the door of his black limo
A short-haired woman with a cute little face was lying upright on the couch, holding a novel in one hand and wearing a face mask. She was swaying in the air with both of her legs swinging out of the armrest. A lovely melody was playing in the background as a melodic voice filled the room.A brief moment afterward, she heard the door knock and a content smile appeared on her face. She placed her novel on the tea table and yanked out the mask as she strode to pull the knob, a confectionary smile spreading across her face. She dragged the person inside, but the visitor did not seem as pleased as she was. Ellaya jerked her hands from her grip, hurriedly entering the room, and barked at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I beli
The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away
"Sing with me, everybody.""Rock on."Rock the world!The crowd cheered."Rock the world."She jumped on stage. The masses jumped along side her. "Rock the world," she sang, pointing her microphone back at the audience, which had gone crazy with her. Her long, beautiful hair, adorned with various colors, hung in the air like a beautiful canvas.Her tall hourglass figure was tightly wrapped in black leather pants and a halter tank top with shimmery belts and jewels. Her confidence was palpable, as if she had been born to rule the stage. A group of beautiful women danced alongside her as her voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to go insane and dance like there was no tomorrow.When the music stopped, she bowed to the audience and walked back through the crowd, leaving Masses shouting her name. "Ellaya ""Ellaya ""Ellaya"Hooting, shouting, and deafening noises filled the concert hall.She confidently exited the stage, tossing her headbands and wristbands with each mo
"You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown's business. I am very proud of you, my son."Iden sat across from his father, who took a seat behind his study table."Iden, as a mayor, my job is not only to serve the nation, but also to encourage young people to get involved in politics. Every individual's first and most important duty should be to serve their country. Politics is not just a game for retirees; it is also the responsibility of young people. And I expect you to support me in the upcoming elections to help spread this message.Devid Ruan, Iden's father, puffed off the pipe and pointed at his son. The man exuded pride in his son. Why not? He not only loves and respects his family, but he was also an extremely talented businessman. Ruan Industries was the name he took to the top, where he could only think. His grandfather's name was Ruan. He had begun his company on a modest scale, and he and his father worked assiduously day and night to expand
"Thanks, Aaron. I am not sure what I would have done without you." Eva shut the car door and bent over to thank the man in the driver's seat."Anything for you, sweetie". He winks at her with a silly smile on his lips. "By the way, what happened to your rock star?"He inquired, looking at the woman walking towards the entrance. "Nahh! Nothing really, just met someone," she said, turning back to face her exciting figure. "May be more cavalier than she." They both laughed. "I need to leave now and see you later." She left."I think we should hold a press conference before releasing the video album 'broken,' what do you think, Ellaya?" Eva inquired as she viewed the newly edited footage."Yeh! of course , why don’t you ask the model of yours to deal with her controversies first. Or I will hold her accountable for the losses." Ellay spoke while typing something on her laptop."Ohh!! Come on, Ellaya, she is just a model; nothing will happen just because she enjoys being in controversies."