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Chapter three

Chapter 3

Hannah McKenzie's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at her mother's frail form in the hospital bed. Her heart swelled with genuine love and concern, memories of their joyful past flooding her mind. She recalled lazy Sundays spent baking cookies together, her mother's warm smile and gentle guidance as she learned to ride a bike, and their silly dance parties to her mother's favorite oldies.

As she held her mother's fragile hand, Hannah felt a deep sense of devotion and care. She remembered the way her mother's eyes sparkled when she read her favorite books aloud, the way her voice soothed her when she was scared, and the way her hugs made everything better.

Hannah whispered nothings but sweet to her mother, "You're strong, Mom. You'll get through this. I'm here for you, always." Her voice trembled with emotion as she stroked her mother's hair, her touch filled with tenderness and compassion.

In this moment, Hannah's love for her mother shone brighter than any fear or worry. She was determined to be her rock, her safe haven, just as her mother had always been for her.

Hannah's mind was a jumble of emotions as she sat by her mother's hospital bed, but suddenly, a floodgate of memories burst open, and she was transported back to that fateful night. The stranger's face, so familiar yet elusive, finally clicked into place. Her eyes widened as she recalled the piercing gaze, the chiseled features, and the unmistakable air of confidence.

And then, it hit her - the realization that made her heart skip a beat. She had slept with Alexander Blackwood, the enigmatic CEO of Blackwood Industries, the man who dominated the headlines and social media feeds. The same man who was revered for his ruthless business tactics and admired for his chiseled good looks.

Hannah's thoughts raced back to the news clips she had seen, the ones where Alexander Blackwood was hailed as a visionary, a mastermind who had built his empire from scratch. She remembered the anchors' voices, filled with a mix of awe and trepidation, as they spoke of his latest deals and conquests.

"...and Alexander Blackwood, the CEO of Blackwood Industries, has done it again, folks. His latest acquisition has sent shockwaves through the industry..."

"...Blackwood's net worth has surpassed the billions, cementing his position as one of the richest men in the country..."

"...but critics say his methods are ruthless, that he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants..."

Hannah's mind reeled as she thought about the contrast between the man she had met and the public figure she had seen on TV. The Alexander Blackwood she had slept with was different, more vulnerable, more human. But the Alexander Blackwood the world knew was a force to be reckoned with, a man who commanded respect and inspired fear.

As she sat there, trying to process her thoughts, Hannah couldn't help but wonder what had driven him to seek her out that night. Had he been looking for a distraction, a momentary escape from the pressures of his high-stakes world? Or had he seen something in her, something that drew him in?

The questions swirled in her mind like a vortex, pulling her under. Hannah felt like she was drowning in the depths of her own emotions, unsure of how to surface. She looked at her mother, peaceful in her sleep, and knew she had to keep this secret hidden, at least for now. But the weight of it all threatened to consume her, to drag her under the waves of her own uncertainty.

Alexander's eyes narrowed as he sat in front of his computer, his gaze fixed on the information of Hannah sent to him .He had ask for her personal information , He had to know more about the mysterious woman who had captivated him.

He accessed her social media profiles, scanning her posts and photos. Hannah McKenzie, 25 years old, Graphic designer at EcoFuture industry.

Isn't that a coincidence,the fact she's working in one of his companies

His gaze lingered on a photo of Hannah and her mother, smiling together at a sunny park. A pang of curiosity struck him. Who was this woman who had touched his heart?

He dug deeper, His eyes widened as he read about Hannah's mother, diagnosed with heart cancer and Hannah's tireless efforts to care for her.

Alexander's expression softened, a glimmer of empathy flickering to life. He knew what it meant to lose someone you loved. He had lost his wife three years after marriage

He continued to read, learning about Hannah's dedication to her mother's health,a sense of admiration crept up on him. This was a woman who embodied strength and resilience. inability to raise the surgery money.

As he delved deeper into Hannah's life, Alexander felt an unexpected connection forming. He wanted to know more, to understand what drove her, what she feared, and what she hoped for.

The cold, calculating CEO facade began to crumble, revealing a glimmer of humanity beneath. Alexander Blackwood, the man who had built his empire on ruthless ambition, found himself drawn to Hannah's warmth, her compassion, and her unwavering dedication to those she loved.

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Hannah sat in Mia's cozy living room, sipping coffee "I don't know what to do, Mia. Mom's surgery is going to cost a fortune, and I just can't afford it."

Mia's expression turned sympathetic. "We'll figure something out, Han. You're not alone in this."

Hannah sighed. "I've already maxed out my credit cards, and the hospital's financing options are ridiculous. I feel like I'm running out of options."

Mia's eyes sparkled with determination. "Let's think outside the box. Have you considered a personal loan from a private lender?"

Hannah raised an eyebrow. "I don't know...I've heard those can be risky."

Mia leaned in, a cautious look on her face. "I know someone who works for a non-profit that provides medical financing. They might be able to help. But we need to be realistic, Han. It's a long shot, and there are no guarantees."

Hannah's eyes widened, a glimmer of hope flickering to life. "It's worth a try, right?"

Mia nodded. "Definitely. I can set up a meeting, but we need to prepare ourselves for any outcome. It's not going to be easy."

Hannah felt a sense of trepidation mixed with hope. She knew that this might be their only chance to save her mother's life, but she also knew that the odds were against them.

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Mia and Hannah sat in the bank's conference room, their faces falling as the loan officer delivered the news.

"I'm sorry, ladies. We can't approve your loan proposal. The risk is too high, and your credit scores aren't sufficient."

Hannah's eyes widened, her face pale. "But...but we need this loan. My mother's surgery...it's her only chance."

Mia reached out, taking Hannah's hand in hers. "We'll find another way, Hannah. We won't give up."

The loan officer nodded sympathetically. "I understand, but I'm afraid our decision is final."

Hannah's eyes filled with tears as she stood up, her voice shaking. "Please...My mother is dying. This loan is her only hope."

Mia wrapped her arms around Hannah, holding her close as she broke down in sobs. "It's okay, Hannah. We'll find another way. We won't let your mother down."

As they left the bank, Mia petted Hannah's hair, trying to comfort her. "We'll get through this, Hannah. I promise."

Hannah was sad, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I feel like I'm losing her, Mia. I feel like I'm running out of time."

Mia's voice was soft and soothing. "We'll find another way, Hannah. We won't give up. Your mother will get the surgery she needs. I promise.”

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Alexander stepped out of the elevator on the 8th floor of EcoFuture Industries, his presence commanding attention. With Rachel by his side, he walked with a purposeful stride, his cold demeanor radiating an air of authority. As they made their way through the office, some employees greeted him with familiarity, acknowledging their CEO. Others, who didn't know him or his role in the company, couldn't help but stare, intrigued by the man exuding confidence and power.

Like a wildfire, news of the man arrival has spread around the company, Including Hannah's department.

Hannah's co-worker, Emily, hurried in, gasping for air, and the room's attention was instantly focused on her

Guys, has anyone of you heard the news?” Emily ask while trying to catch her breath

“ What's the news about?” Sarah the team leader asked

"I just heard it now - the owner of the company has arrived and he's planning to inspect around today," Emily explained, still catching her breath. "I've heard how ruthless he can be if you don't perform well," she added.

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"You mean the CEO is here?" the team leader asked. Emily nodded. "How come I'm not aware he's coming today? Mr. Daniel would have informed us," she added, sounding surprised and slightly concerned and surprised.

“Is he coming to our office?” Hannah inquired.

“Yes, hon,” Emily replied, just then the door sprang open and the figure entered, followed by Daniel and Rachel. It was the CEO himself.

His presence commanding attention with his confident stride and piercing gaze. His serious expression sets a tone of gravity, and his presence is met with a mix of surprise, nervousness, and professionalism from the others. He exudes an air of authority, his eyes scanning the room as if sizing up each person, His demeanor is stern, hinting at a sense of urgency and importance, leaving the others to wonder what he's about to do.

His gaze paused on Hannah, who was fidgeting with her nails, her eyes darting up to meet his before quickly looking away.

The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the CEO's next move, as the silence stretched out like a taut rubber band.

" Miss Hannah, can I speak with you for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss regarding your role in the company."

Her nervousness was palpable, written all over her face in the form of a deepening blush and a faint tremble of her lips.

“ Ye…yes sir” she stutter out her answer.

The CEO strode back after taking one last scan at the office.

“ Oh my God, I'm so scared to go in there” Hannah tremble, voicing out her fear.

“ Now don't keep him waiting “ Daniel,the manger say in strict voice before leaving.

“Good luck Hannah” Emily shout with a wink

Hannah sigh trying to calm her nervous heart down as she straighten her hair and walk toward his office.

Oh my! Does he remember me?

I'm so dead, why is this happening to me now.

Why did he wants to see me?

Is he going to fire me for sleeping with him

Well it's not like I know he's the boss

Ok Hannah just calm your stupid heart down, he just wants to talk about my role.

Nothing more.

Hannah pushed the glass door open, before him was the handsome CEO she had a great night with days ago.

She walk toward him as she try to maintain professional expression.

“ I'm here Mr Blackwood”

He got his head buried in the work before him, as if not aware of her presence.

His table was well organised a clutter-free surface, essential items, productivity tools, and personal touches, all strategically arranged to enhance productivity, reflect professionalism.

“So, you are the graphic designer here?”

He finally break the awkward, suffocating silence.

“Yes Mr Blackwood” she answer politely”

“ Seem you are doing great with your work here, I love it”

“ Thank you sir” staring at her own feet.

He rose from his seat, walk toward her and seat at the edge of the table, drumming his fingertips on the table.

“Hannah McKenzie, looking into my eye when talking”

“Yes sir” she raise her head up, staring into his eye, captivating eye, hime smells great and masculine,his intoxicating perfume getting into her head ; sharp jawline, pointed nose to complement his perfect handsome face, thin sharp lip curl into a smirk making her remember the hot night they had shared at the hotel.

Remembering the state of his lips

Oh my God!!! Did I just check my boss out.

Ok now I'm crazy

“Are you done checking me out?” He ask, his masculine husky voice echo through the office.

“ No I… I didn't” she stutter, feeling embarrassed. Can't blame me, my boss is hot.

“I guess I just lied”

“No, that's not what I meant”

“Anyways, that's not the reason why I called you. We're planning to have a launch party in few days, so you will be in charge of the design, Daniel will enlighten you more about it.”

“Noted sir” she nod.

“You can go” he dismiss her, watching her retreating figure, a glint of amusement flash in his eye as he smirk.

Reginald's voice was firm and commanding as he spoke to his son over the phone. "Alexander, it's been too long. I was thinking of having you over for dinner this weekend."

Alexander's response was curt and unenthusiastic. "What's the occasion, Father?"

Reginald ignored his son's tone and pressed on. "No occasion, just wanted to catch up. How's business?"

Alexander's reply was brief. "It's fine. We're managing."

Reginald's interest in his son's business was merely a precursor to the real reason for the call. "Good, good. And how's my granddaughter, Miranda?"

Alexander's expression softened slightly at the mention of his daughter. "She's doing well. School's keeping her busy."

Reginald's voice took on a more serious tone. "Excellent. I was thinking, it's time we discussed your marriage life again. You need an heir, Alexander."

Alexander's cold demeanor returned. "I don't see why that's necessary, Father."

Reginald's patience was wearing thin. "Necessary? It's essential! You need someone to carry on the family legacy."

Alexander's disinterest was clear. "I'm not interested in discussing this, Father."

Reginald's voice rose in frustration. "Alexander, don't be stubborn. Come over for dinner and we'll talk more about it. I have someone in mind for you."

Alexander's reluctance was evident. "I doubt that's necessary, Father."

Reginald's tone turned stern. "Nonsense! You need guidance. I'll expect you on Saturday at 7 pm."

Alexander's response was barely audible. "Fine."

Reginald's voice was triumphant. "Good. I'll see you then."

The phone call ended, and Alexander couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He knew that his father's dinner invitation was not a request, but a demand. And he knew that he would have to face his father's expectations head-on.

On Saturday evening, Alexander arrived at his father's estate, his reluctance palpable. Reginald greeted him with a stern expression, and they proceeded to the dinner table, where Catherine, Alexander's mother, was already seated, her eyes fixed on her son with a mixture of concern and understanding.

As they sat down, Reginald introduced Sophia, a woman his wife had invited to join them. Alexander's eyes narrowed, his displeasure evident. Catherine's gaze shifted to Sophia, her expression neutral, but her eyes sparkling with a hint of curiosity.

Reginald began to discuss Alexander's marital status, emphasizing the need for an heir to carry on the family legacy. Alexander expressed his disinterest in marriage, prompting Reginald to threaten him with disinheritance. Catherine's eyes widened, her hands clasped together in her lap, as she attempted to intervene.

"Reginald, perhaps we should reconsider-" she started, but Reginald's stern expression silenced her.

The conversation was tense, with Alexander's anger and resentment simmering beneath the surface. Sophia attempted to interject, but Alexander's glare silenced her. Catherine's eyes darted between her son and husband, her concern growing.

Reginald's expression remained resolute, his determination to see his son married and producing an heir unwavering. The dinner concluded in an uncomfortable silence, the weight of Reginald's ultimatum hanging in the air.

As Alexander departed, Catherine rose from her seat, her eyes following him. She turned to Reginald, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're pushing him away, Reginald. Is that really what you want?"

Reginald's expression remained unyielding, his jaw set. "I'm doing what's best for this family, Catherine."

The evening's events left a sense of unease, the tension between father and son palpable. Reginald's demands had set in motion a chain of events that would forever alter the course of their relationship. Catherine could only watch, her heart heavy with concern, as the rift between her husband and son grew wider.

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Alexander massage his head, as he sit before his system trying to finish his work but his mind keeping drawing back to their family conversation.

Seriously this is annoying ‘ he thought

He angrily shut down his system as his fat

her's word keep echoing in his, then an idea suddenly pop into his head.

He grab his phone and dial Hannah's number, which was picked on the second ring.

“Meet me at Angel in us coffee shop” he said, without waiting for reply he hang up