(Warning: Mention of violence, torture and blood) Getting down from his car, Weylin's calloused fingertips massaged his glabella gently, trying to relieve the splitting headache. He thought of spending some quality time with his wife, but because of the unwanted intruder, he had to compromise on his wish.  "Good heavens! This headache is killing me!" Weylin mumbled, closing his eyes briefly. "Tch…Spending time with Mrs Turner is so soothing. It makes my worries disappear within a blink of an eye." Sighing heavily, he dragged his feet. "I was supposed to return home with my wife but because of that weird woman and her crazy demands, I have to return alone. Tsk tsk... it's a monotonous journey." As he walked on the path, the bodyguards, who were stand

 "I think I am heading in the right direction," Shadow mumbled, her boots click-clunking against the hard floor as she walked in the dark path towards the secret room of Weylin.  As soon as Weylin and his bride had left for Hawaii, she sent her spies to keep an eye on the newlyweds. Her instincts kept whispering to her that something might happen. Proving the old saying 'woman instinct never fails', that night the attack on Weylin happened. No sooner had she received the news, she secretly sent a private jet so that the assassin could be brought without any slip-up.  When she thought the situation was under her control, she lost track of the assassin after the jet landed in England. Weylin's men took the charge of an assassin, hiding him efficiently from the entire world. Taking for a ride, Weylin's men secretl

  "Dad?" Weylin uttered as he slowly entered his father's office.    "You are already back?" A surprised Blake stood up from his chair. Walking towards his son, he smiled. "I thought you were going to spend around four to five days there. Did you enjoy the trip?"    A guilt-stricken Weylin's lips slipped down in despair, feeling like he had committed a great crime. Listening to his father's gentle voice, he couldn't help but feel even more guilty. He could feel his eyes getting moist. Unable to face his father, he hung his head down.    "What's wrong, son?" Blake asked, seeing his son fidgeting. He put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"   "Dad, you al

 Garaine was sitting on the floor with a kid on her lap. The kid was so little that she couldn't join the older kids. Instead, she sat on her favourite sister's lap, enjoying the scenario. All the other kids were sitting, surrounding her, playing different types of games. Lucia was helping the kids who were unable to do their activities.  It feels so comforting. It fills my heart with warmth. Garaine thought, gently stroking the soft, fluffy hands of the kid.  Suddenly, she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart as if something was missing. Unconsciously, her mind drifted somewhere else. Though she was staring at the kids, her mind wasn't there. Biting her lower lip, she wondered

 "Mr Turner!"  Garaine's eyes bulged out upon noticing the condition of her husband. Weylin's breathing was ragged. A sheen of sweat covered every expanse of his skin, resembling that of an athlete who took part in a marathon. His hair was dishevelled, some rebellious strands of hair falling on his forehead. Judging from his state, he was all worked up. "W-what are you doing here?" Garaine stuttered, unable to make out the situation.  Rushing like a wild bull, Weylin hugged his wife. "Thank God you are safe!" Subconsciously, he tightened the hug, feeling relieved after seeing his wife in one piece.  A bewildered Garaine's jaws slacked, feeling perplexed by her husband's behaviour. Her han