Can You Keep It Saintly?
READING AGE 18+
The man before Atlas Renee Pryce spoke with a chilling tone, his expression stoic and unchanging as he glared at her. His voice was like the winds of a frigid winter night, sharp and cold as ice. The way in which he posed his question implied a cold and relentless approach to handling business. This man was someone who did not enjoy being crossed, and yet she had the sense that she was not speaking with a man who could be persuaded or intimidated easily.
To him, everything can be bought. Every single thing in this world, whether animate, inanimate, tangible, or intangible, is purchasable. If you can name a price, he can acquire it. Easily, like one, two, three.
The man before her was Tatum Van Saint, a wealthy young businessman who has a hidden life.
When you first meet Tatum Van Saint, you would feel a shiver run down your spine. The aura that he radiated was akin to the chill of a dark winter night, and the gaze he bore into your soul spoke volumes of his character. You would recognize his last name for what it was: the only saintly thing about him. He was the total opposite of his last name. He was someone you do not want to mess with. You instinctively know right away that Tatum was not someone you ever wanted to cross, no matter the circumstances.
Ever.
She was just one of many in his eyes, a pawn to be used and discarded at will. But he hadn't counted on one thing: she was no ordinary pawn.
Tatum, a man far from being a saint.
Unfold
The year was 2038, and Atlas, now forty-four years old, found herself in a hospital room that held a mix of familiarity and strangeness. She sat beside her mother’s hospital bed, her heart heavy with worry. The once vibrant woman she knew was now frail and pale, a victim of the relentless march of time and illness.
Charlotte’s once vibr……
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