The soft glow of the early morning sun seeped through the grand windows of the Cruz mansion. The sprawling estate stood like a silent monument to the wealth and power of the Oliver Twist family. Sanchez Oliver Twist, the young heir to Cruz Oil, sat at the edge of his bed, gazing at the ornate picture frame in his hand.
Inside the frame was a photograph of his family, taken five years ago. His father stood tall and proud, his arm wrapped around Sanchez's mother, who had the most radiant smile. And beside them stood the Hopkins family Susan, her father, and her mother. But his gaze lingered on the young girl with almond-shaped eyes and a mischievous smile. Susan Hopkins.
It had been years since the accident that claimed his family. Years since Susan and her family had moved back to North Carolina. Years since his entire life had unraveled, leaving him to navigate a world of loneliness despite his fortune.
The sound of his phone buzzing snapped Sanchez back to the present. He glanced at the screen a notification from his company about a meeting with new investors. Business, as always, was relentless. But today, something else weighed on his mind.
A letter had arrived earlier that morning. From her.
He opened it again, scanning her words:
"Sanchez, I'll be in London next week. Let's not pretend like nothing happened. We need to talk."
Her handwriting was as sharp as her tone, and Sanchez couldn't help but wonder if she still hated him as much as she did when they last saw each other. He had never explained why he left. How could he? The pain was still too raw, the memories too vivid.
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