Sydney quickly recovered over the next two weeks. Her gunshot wound had mostly healed, and she was ready to return home. She just couldn't decide which house to go to. She didn't know what would happen between Aiden and her. They hadn't discussed it until now. Aiden had been preoccupied with the situation. It was difficult to keep four bodies hidden from the media, one of them being Marilyn. It was all over the news the next day. Aiden's opponents had learned of the event and were quick to investigate. Reiners manipulated the media as usual, and the truth about his late father was once again hidden. Mrs Reiner's kidnapping was attributed to William and Marilyn as the masterminds. Marilyn was the dumped girlfriend, and William was the enraged second son, who banded together for vengeance. They bribed Eric, Mike, and Rob with promises of money and movie roles to carry out their orders. That's how the story was presented to the public. Fiona, on the other hand, was too distraught to he
As his wife pursued their little daughter, Aiden smiled. Squealing, the toddler hid under the table. "Aiden, please handle your daughter!" Sydney cried as she collapsed on the couch. "She's not listening to me." Aiden smiled and knelt down, pleading with the small girl to leave the table. The youngster burst out laughing and hugging her father. Aiden kissed the adorable bundle, and his daughter was still almost instantly. With huge green eyes and a grin, she glanced up at her father. "I don't understand how you do that every time," Sydney mumbled, crossly looking at her happily gurgling daughter. "Angela never listens to me. She is so different from Ethan." "Not like her brother," Aiden said, pointing to Angela's twin, who was playing on the mat and holding his blanket. Ethan had always been a quiet child. Unlike his sister, he was not a troublemaker. Sydney grinned and held her hands out for her daughter. She wanted a cuddle. Aiden handed her over, then hugged both Sydney and Ang
Aiden Malcome Reiner, 28, was one of the west coast's most sought-after millionaire bachelors. His great grandfather, who was born in Eastern Europe, moved to the United States a year before World War I. He took advantage of the huge land of opportunity and made a fortune dealing in weaponry and ammunition, all legally, of course. When he died, he left his fortune to Malcolm Richard Reiner, his only son. His son inherited his father's commercial ability, and grew the company by investing in real estate, land, and oil refineries. At the youthful age of 26, Malcolm's son, Thomas Malcolm Reiner, took over the reins of his kingdom, having proven to be just as accomplished in financial transactions as his father and grandfather. He married Aiden's mother, who hailed from an affluent family like him. Her family's fortune was nearly equal to theirs; it was a wonderful match. For months, society magazines enthused over their nuptials. Aiden was born a year later. Despite the fact that Thomas
When I first arrived in San Francisco, Mike was the first person I met. I had just gotten off the bus and was strolling the streets. I'd recently relocated from Sydney, Australia. I looked around and spotted a man leaning against the lamp post. Since he was the only guy not rushing to go wherever everyone else seemed to be going. I decided to approach him. I dragged my bag on the concrete as I walked. "Hi. I apologise for bothering you, but I was hoping you could assist me.” "Of course, how can I assist?" He turned towards me and inquired cheerfully. He was about six feet tall, with sandy brown hair and brown eyes, and he didn't appear to be older than my 22 years. He was wearing blue jeans and a white tee. "I've been hunting for this location, but it appears that I'm going around in circles." It was awkward for me to show him my phone's GPS. How stupid can you be if you can't follow a simple GPS? "Oh! You see that small street over there? Simply follow it. The board would be dir
SydneyI could not believe my good fortune of running into a pair of good Samaritan siblings the moment I stepped into San Francisco. I couldn't turn them down. A few hours later Mike was hauling up my luggage while Leah chattered away, linking her arm along with mine. She talked to me as if we were old chums and led me to the parking lot where a battered old Honda stood waiting.The apartment was nice, it had a medium-sized living room, with an open kitchen. A passage on the side led to 2 bedrooms. It wasn't shabby or rundown. It even had a balcony with a nice view of a garden. I liked it."Welcome to our castle," Leah said with a flourish.She led me to her bedroom. It was just tidy enough to show that she cared about the space and just messy enough to show that she was able to let her creativity roam free. It was her goldilocks zone, perfect for how she was."Wow! It's lovely here,” I said.Mike brought in
Sydney While driving in Mike's tattered old Honda, I continued to praise my stars. I was awestruck by the kindness and opportunities that had sprung out of nowhere. We had left Leah behind. Mike then took a detour and went to the hypermarket. "All the best," he said, "it's just across the street." "Thank you," I said and walked towards the store. **************** Aiden It was a Monday morning, and I was on my way to work. The traffic was a nightmare. I cursed as the signal went red. The gods wanted me to be late on purpose. As the pedestrians crossed from one side to the other, I sighed. I'm not sure why she drew my attention. Was it because she was dressed in a bright colour that made her stan
Sydney After a week, Mark moved to a different floor in the same apartment building, and I was given her own room. Mike and Leah had become close friends. The three of us would occasionally go shopping at the local market. Meet up for late-night supper at Mike's steakhouse, where we received a 50% discount since the eatery used to clear out its old stock. My art school was doing well, and I hoped to find work as a designer after my studies were through. My favourite pleasures were walking around art galleries, theatres, and museums, which never failed to fascinate me. I got a call from Leah on a Thursday afternoon. "Hey! Do you want to go dancing tonight?" She made a chirping sound. "That sounds fantastic," I remarked as I shut my laptop.
Aiden A touch on the back greeted me. "Are you all, right?" As he approached my side, Matt remarked. I reassured my pal, "I'll be alright." I tried to breathe normally while closing my eyes. Those two had a habit of infuriating me. "Apart from his physicians, nurse, and bodyguards, I don't want any visits for Grandpa. No one should be permitted to enter his room. Those two, in particular." I murmured, nodding at Fiona and Will as they walked away. "Done! Do you want to stay the night?" Matt inquired. I gave a nod. "I'll arrange for an extra bed for you. Please contact Wendy if you require any other assistance. She works as a nurse. She's