Tears streamed down Asa's face as she frantically tried to call Oleg again."Hello," a voice on the other end of the line responded."Please, Oleg, where are you? Where is my son?" Her voice quivered, her pleas punctuated by sobs."I can't disclose that information to you, ma'am," the voice replied. It wasn't Oleg but one of his henchmen."Please, I need to know where my son is!" Asa pleaded."Lady, knowing where your son is won't change anything," Oleg interrupted, his voice icy."Please, Oleg..." Asa sobbed, but Oleg had already hung up.Asa wailed, her sobs echoing around her. The teachers tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. Her son was with Oleg, and she had no idea what she might do."Why has my life been suddenly plunged into turmoil?" Asa lamented in despair.*In a daze, Asa got back into her car and drove home, trying to clear her mind. "How am I supposed to clear my mind when my son is somewhere I don't even
Anastasia and Asa climbed into the car and set off for the bar. Greg had relayed that he had managed to procure some information regarding Alfred's whereabouts, urging them to meet him there. Their journey was brief, and upon arriving, they informed Greg of their presence.Noticing their signal, Greg approached their car. He was young, with a notably muscular build.Anastasia slid her glasses down and rolled the window down to engage with him."Good evening, Greg, what's the news? Hop into the backseat," Anastasia instructed.With a gentlemanly demeanor, Greg complied. "We're all ears," Anastasia probed, eager to hear his findings."I've pinpointed Oleg's location, and I can confirm that the child is with him, in a house. Here's the address where Oleg's holding the child." He displayed the address on his phone screen. Anastasia and Asa scanned the information attentively."If there's anything more you need, don't hesitate to contact me," Greg concluded, stepping out of the vehicle.
"Where is my son?" Asa's demand lingered in the still air, only to be met by Oleg's infuriatingly serene and almost mocking smile. His evident pleasure in her anguish was evident. Asa, once so resilient, appeared to be crumbling under the weight of her fear and vulnerability. "He's with me," Oleg responded nonchalantly. "And I don't intend to allow you to see him." At his signal, two men materialized and restrained Asa. Despite her frantic attempts to break free, they held her firm. All the while, Oleg reveled in her desperate struggle."Oleg, release her!" Anastasia's voice pierced through the silent tension like a blade. She stood her ground, her eyes hardened with determination, but the flicker of fear lurking within them was unmistakable.Oleg simply turned his head, meeting Anastasia's gaze with an insolent smile. "Oh, look who's become the defender," he taunted, a wicked glint in his eyes.With a flinch, Asa tried again to break free from the men's iron grip, her voice coming
Biden sat in the heart of his bustling office, buried under heaps of paperwork. His diligent secretary and numerous subordinates kept flowing into the room, each of them bearing new files, each document a fresh responsibility on his already burdened shoulders.His gaze was laser-focused on the documents in front of him, so engrossed was he that he didn't even notice the untouched mug of coffee beside him, its contents now cold and uninviting.Despite his strained relationship with the woman he was reluctantly sharing his life with, a sense of responsibility tugged at him. He reached out for the sleek telephone on his desk, dialing a familiar number."Hello, report to my office," he commanded succinctly, dropping the telephone back onto its cradle.Soon, his office door swung open to reveal Timofel, his trusted assistant. A meek man, who despite his reticent demeanor, carried out Biden's commands to the letter."Good morning sir, you sent for me," Timofel greeted, his eyes cast downwar
"This is Oleg's house, isn't it?" Timofel murmured to himself, a wave of realization washing over him.Without wasting another moment, he picked up his phone and dialed Biden's number. "Sir, I think I've found her," he reported, his tone cautious."You think?" Biden's voice echoed through the phone, laced with irritation."I've found her," Timofel corrected himself quickly, hoping to assuage his boss's frustration."Where?" Biden demanded, his tone curt."Oleg's house," Timofel replied, bracing himself for Biden's reaction.Biden's response was a wave of anger that echoed through the phone line. "In her ex husband's house again?" He spat out the words with a venom that made Timofel flinch.With a curt click, the line went dead. Biden grabbed his car keys, his hands trembling with suppressed rage. Asa's actions were a slap in the face – a reminder of the childhood sweetheart he had lost, of the forced marriage, and of her continued association with her ex-husband.His car cut through t
Asa was drowning in a sea of despair, each breath more laborious than the last. Her eyes, swollen and red from endless tears, reflected her heartache. With a heavy heart and weary feet, she trudged from Biden's room to her own. The stark reality of her situation was crushing: she felt used and violated by both her ex-husband and her current one. The scheme masterminded by Oleg was taking its toll on her, mentally and physically. Throughout the night, she cried, her sobs the only sound punctuating the silence of her lonely room.(*Flashback to Oleg's house, before Asa's release*)Oleg's face was painted with a cruel smile, his enjoyment of her suffering plainly evident. He yanked Asa's hair, drawing her face closer to his own."Please... let me be," she pleaded, her voice trembling amidst her sobs."Why would I do that when you are the source of my amusement?" he retorted, gripping her hair tighter. "You came looking for me, didn't you?""I came for my son!" she cried out in desperati
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she pleaded, hoping to appeal to her boss's empathetic side.Miss Evanna maintained her silence, leaving Asa in a state of uneasy anticipation.Finally, the stern expression on Miss Evan's face softened slightly. After a few heart-stopping moments of silence, she said, "I'll consider your plea."A wave of relief washed over Asa. "Thank you, ma'am," she managed to say, her heart still pounding in her chest. She felt a flicker of hope amidst the storm that had been her life recently."While I'm considering that, I'd like you to take that cake to Priscilla," Miss Evanna instructed, pointing towards a cake box on a side table.Curiosity piqued, Asa approached the box and saw the inscription on the cake: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. BIDEN, from Evanna, the head of the design department.' She had to suppress a gasp of surprise. She had no idea it was Biden's birthday. "Tell Priscilla to deliver the cake to the CEO," Miss Evanna continued, not lifting her eyes f
To camouflage the fear welling up within her, Asa attempted to regain her composure and initiated a conversation. "You are my husband, and I have the privilege of seeing you every day at home," she said, putting on a brave face and struggling to keep her voice steady.She added quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from her late arrival, "Although, I must admit, you rarely stay at home." She folded her arms defensively and looked away, avoiding his piercing gaze.Biden didn't respond. His stoic expression didn't waver as he studied her, his intense eyes almost drilling holes into her. His silence was unnerving, and his gaze felt almost like an accusation.Feeling a sudden surge of courage, Asa decided to address the elephant in the room. "I need to make it clear, I didn't have sex with my ex-husband. I have nothing to do with him," she asserted, her voice shaking slightly. Biden let out a derisive snort, his lips twisting into a wry smirk. "Keep that to yourself. I don't car