NINETY TWO

NINETY TWO

Mia sat in her apartment, the news of Marco's death had come out from nowhere, shocking her to the core. She has always known Marco was reckless, but she never thought it would end like this, especially not with rumors of his death being a suicide.

She swirled the wine in her glass, staring at the dark red liquid as if it held the answers she was searching for. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Olivia. Mia clenched her jaw, the familiar bitterness rising within her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Olivia might be involved in Marco’s death. Mia’s eyes narrowed. Was it possible that Olivia orchestrated all this? And how could Olivia escape? Mia’s mind were filled with questions.

Mia couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to the story, “Could Olivia have really done it?” Mia muttered to herself pacing back and forth. “Did she find a way to take Marco out? Or was it Lucas, pulling strings from the shadows.”

The thought of Lucas made her stomach churn with a mix of anger and longing. She had deeply loved him. But now, with Marco dead, all the pieces seemed to point back at Olivia. The woman who had taken everything from her.

Mia slammed her glass down on the table, the sound echoing through the empty apartment. “That bitch Olivia, She would surely pay. I would make her pay.” Mia muttered to herself.


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Monica glanced at James, as they waited at the hospital hallway, in front of Monica's room, her expression tense and worried, “I can't believe this is happening. She’s been through so much already.”

James nodded, his usual cheerful demeanor subdued, “I know. I’ve never seen her like this. I should have protected her better.” James sighed, running his hand through his hair, “I just feel so helpless. And this chaos……and now this.”

Before Monica could respond, the door to Olivia's room swung open, a doctor stepped out. His expression was neutral but serious, causing both of them to stand up quickly.

“How is she?” Monica asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The doctor glanced between them, before speaking. “Olivia is stable for now. But she's very weak. She might have been through a lot of stress combined with her pregnancy, is am taking a toll on her body. She needs rest and as little stress as possible. We’ve given her something to help her relax, but she’ll need close monitoring.”

James let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding since. “Can we see her?”

The doctor nodded, “Yes, but keep it brief. She needs to rest more than anything.”

Monica and James exchanged a glance, before quietly entering Olivia's room. Monica was the first to speak as her gaze fell on Olivia fragile body on the bed, “Olivia…. it's us….James and Monica. We’re here.” Monica said softly.

Olivia's eyes fluttered opened, and she turned her head slightly to look at them, her gaze was tired, “Monica….. James..”

James stepped closer, his concern evident, “Hey, you gave us a scare there, how you feeling?”

Olivia tried to smile, but it barely reached her eyes, “Tired….Everything just caught up with me, I guess.”

Monica sat down beside her, gently taking Olivia's hand in hers, “You’ve been through so much, Olivia. You need to rest now, let's handle things for a while okay?”

There was a moment of silence as Olivia closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. “Thank you…..both of you. I’m so tired of fighting.”

James glanced at Monica, then ba k at Olivia, giving her a reassuring smile, “It's fine Olivia. You’re safe now.”

Monica glanced at James. “We should check in Vincent. “ The doctor had told them that there's how, cause Vincent showed signs that he would be out of contact too.

James nodded in agreement, “We will be back Liv.”

As they made their way through the hallway, pushing open Vincent's room door. The soft beeping of monitors greeted them. Vincent lay still, but there was a noticable difference - his hand more color, and the tension that had once etched deep lines into his features softened.

Monica aoroa jed his bedside cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper. “Vincent…..it's us, Monica and James, we’re here.”

For a moment nothing happened, then Vincent’s eyelid fluttered, and his fingers twitched again. James took a step closer, his heart pounding. “Vincent, can you hear us?”

A faint groan escaped Vincent's lips, and his hand moved slightly, as if trying to get hold of something. Monica quickly placed her hand over his, her voice trembling with hope, and her eyes filled with tears, “You’re safe Vincent. We are here. Can you try to open your eyes?”

Slowly, Vincent’s eyelids parted, revealing dazed eyes that blinked against the harsh hospital lights. He looked around, his gaze, unfocused at first, then slowly settling on Monica and James. His voice when he finally spoke was weak and raspy. “M..Monica? James?”

Monica smiled, the tears she had been holding, now falling freely from her eyes, “Yes Vincent. It's us. You’re awake now.”

Vincent tried to sit up, but the effect seemed to drain him, “Where…. Where's Lucas?” He managed to ask, his voice barely audible.

James exchanged a glanced with Monica, his expression somber. “Lucas….Lucas is still missing. But right now, we’re focused on you and Olivia.”

At the mention of Olivia, Vincent’s brow raised slightly, “Olivia……is she…?”

“She’s okay?,” Monica reassured him quickly, “She’s in the hospital too, but she’s safe.”

Vincent's eyes closed briefly, as if the news was both a relief and a burden. “I ….. couldn't …protect her…or Lucas.” he muttered, his voice filled with guilt.

James leaned in, his tone firm but kind. “You did everything you could, Vincent. You protected Lucas when no one else could.”

Just then the door to Vincent’s room cracked open, drawing the attention of Janes, Vincent and Monica. They eyes darted to the door at once, as they eyes widened in shock, on who had just entered the room.