UNFORESEEN COLLISIONS.

Chapter 2:The Broken Porcelain

I think I’m the unluckiest person alive.

His phone buzzed again—a friend checking in. Madrigal brushed him off with a lie about staying in, but his blood was boiling. He needed to disappear. Minutes later, his luxury car—a sleek machine worth over 200 million—roared to life, tearing through the streets toward the Green Code Bar.

When Madrigal walked into the club, the atmosphere shifted instantly. He was a silhouette of dark elegance—tall, sharp-jawed, with a presence that commanded the room. Every woman’s eyes tracked his movement. He was a masterpiece of a man, but his expression was a warning. A swarm of women approached, smelling of expensive perfume and desperation. They hovered, offering drinks and company. Madrigal tried to ignore them, but the walls were closing in again.

"I said leave me alone!" he barked, slamming his hand onto the mahogany bar.

The crowd recoiled. "He acts so high and mighty," one woman hissed loudly as she walked away. "If you’re so respectable, what are you doing in a dive like this? You’re just a beautiful mess like the rest of us, you son of a b*tch!"

Madrigal didn't blink. He signaled the bartender. "Remy Martin. The whole bottle."

The bartender hesitated. "Pay first, boss."

Madrigal swiped his card—a 2-million-shilling charge—and began to drink. He had never touched alcohol before, wanting to keep his mind sharp to spite his father. But tonight, he wanted his mind gone. The high-proof liquor burned like fire down his throat, hitting his bloodstream with the force of a tidal wave. Within the hour, the "golden boy" was slumped over the counter, his consciousness slipping away into the dark.

The bartender stared at the glowing screen of the phone left on the bar. The contact name read "Sister." He took a breath and slid the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Yes, who are you? Where is my brother?" The voice on the other end was high-pitched with panic.

"Listen, I’m the bartender at the Green Code Bar," he replied, looking down at the unconscious man. "Your brother is here. He’s... well, he’s extremely drunk, and he can’t help himself. You need to come get him."

"The Green Code Bar?!" The caller went from panicked to furious in a second. "Do you have any idea who he is? If a single hair on his head is harmed, I will sue that establishment into the ground! Stay where you are!"

An hour later, the heavy doors of the bar swung open again. A beautiful young woman—Madrigal’s sister—rushed in, her face a mask of worry and embarrassment. Behind her, a sturdy man in a suit helped hoist Madrigal’s limp body over his shoulder. They moved quickly, shielding his face as they carried him to a waiting car.

Inside the sprawling K N mansion, the atmosphere was suffocating. The entire family was in a state of panic; they knew that if his father were to find out about Madrigal’s condition, his fury would be devastating. His mother remained in her room, weeping and praying to God for Madrigal to wake up.

The root of the conflict between Madrigal and his father was deep: his father had insisted that he study abroad, but Madrigal had instead applied to a university within the country—a decision his father strongly disapproved of. Ever since then, his father had been relentless, demanding that Madrigal obey his orders and leave. He believed that an overseas education provided superior quality and, more importantly, a vital network of connections necessary for Madrigal, who was the future heir to the K N Group.

As soon as Madrigal was laid on his bed, a private doctor moved with clinical speed.

"He’s in a state of acute alcohol poisoning," the doctor murmured, checking his vitals. "Since his system isn't used to it, his body is in shock." He immediately started an IV drip, administering glucose and thiamine to protect Madrigal's brain from the sudden chemical onslaught.

The doctor checked the monitors. "He consumed a significant amount in a short window. It could take between 8 to 24 hours for him to regain consciousness."

His sister didn't leave his side for a single second. While the rest of the house fell into a heavy silence, she stayed awake, watching his chest rise and fall, terrified that if she closed her eyes, something would go wrong.

Outside, the sun began to rise over the city. By 9:00 AM, the world was moving again—students were heading to class, and Rumi was likely preparing for her second day. But in the quietest room of the estate, Madrigal remained lost in a dark, silent void. His consciousness had not returned.The entire family was in a state of panic; they knew that if his father were to find out about Madrigal’s condition, his fury would be devastating. His mother remained in her room, weeping and praying to God for Madrigal to wake up.

The root of the conflict between Madrigal and his father was deep: his father had insisted that he study abroad, but Madrigal had instead applied to a university within the country—a decision his father strongly disapproved of. Ever since then, his father had been relentless, demanding that Madrigal obey his orders and leave. He believed that an overseas education provided superior quality and, more importantly, a vital network of connections necessary for Madrigal, who was the future heir to the K N Group.