You love me (BETRAYAL)

 Hosea and his father were at the gym, competing with each other to see who could lift the heaviest weights and complete the toughest workouts. While Hosea was struggling, Mr. Elizur was enjoying himself. Working out was his passion, and his impressive physique was a testament to his dedication. 

Eventually, Hosea collapsed on the floor after trying to lift a weight. "Ha, I give up! (panting) You win—this is your thing; you can continue," he said breathlessly.

"You're so lazy, son," Mr. Elizur replied as he lifted even more weight. "You know you're lucky to have my genes. If not, I guess you would've turned out to be a short, chubby guy with a potbelly." 

Hosea, still lying on the ground, reached for a bottle of water and opened it. "Say whatever you want, Dad," he responded, "but why would anyone want to do this?"

"It's called working out, son," Mr. Elizur explained. "It keeps you fit and healthy. Look at me!" He dropped the weights and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. He walked over to Hosea, who was trying to recuperate. "If only there was something you were better at than me," he said, sitting down next to his son.

Hosea propped himself up and replied, "Well, there is."

"Really? What's that? I think you're mistaken," Mr. Elizur said, raising an eyebrow.

Hosea smirked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Well, I bet you can still remember when we visited England for my sixteenth birthday. And when we went bike riding, it was a for you that day—because I won!"

Mr. Elizur's expression suddenly changed, and he burst into laughter. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" 

Hosea frowned. "What's so funny?"

Mr. Elizur looked at his son with a pitiful glance. "So you really think you won that day? How young you were! You couldn't even understand. (He put a hand on Hosea's shoulder) It was your sixteenth birthday, son, so I let you win. You could never beat me in bike racing or any other race—I'm a god when it comes to racing. It was kind of a gift from me." made you really happy" Hosea frown more "that's not true and yy know it, i have loved bike raising from child hood I always watched the series of completion around the world in bike raising, how could you say you let me win as a gift for my birthday, it was clear I won that day" Mr Elizur bust in to an other laughg but this time very dippe he had not seen his son so serious he was trying to defined his victory "it's not funny that stop laughing just admit it that I work and I am a better bick raiser than you are " okay son you win" he turn to and stand up "here is what it will be, we do that raise again" Hosea smile, " do you remember when i whould lock my self up in the room then even when min was around. "Ya i remember you refused to eat meal with us saying you studying" "yes, just that most times i was watching thinds on bike raising, so if a raise you want a raise you will get" Mr Elizur give his son his hand for a shake, they both laughe at each other and stand to leave, as they leave the gyme and enter their car a group of junalist rush to them, Mr Elizur phone range but he was too disturbed to answer his security was having a tough time getting vrhem away "so this how it has been" he turn to his father "there's no privacy, every one just want to have a picture or here the latest going on in how life" Mr Elizur still strating at the little group of reporters with his son "you have to get use to it, that's what happens when you rich and famous son" he turn to him "come let's go just go" but just then one of the reporter brock throw the security and rush to him "please just a comment Mr. Elizur and Hosea, the reporter, were both male. He extended his hand for a handshake, and both Hosea and Mr. Elizur accepted it. All the other reporters stopped and focused their cameras on them while the others prepared to take notes. Hosea was the first to speak. "If this is about the IPO, it's going to be launched next month; the date is still the same." The reporter smiled. "Well, sir, I'm eager to hear more about the IPO, but this isn't what I'm here for. I wanted to ask if you have any comments regarding Hakeem's death." 

Mr. Elizur and Hosea looked at each other in confusion before they turned back to the reporter. "You're not getting it. What I mean is, do you have anything to say about Hakeem's death?" The faces of Mr. Elizur and Hosea suddenly turned pale. The reporter continued, "You don't know? His body was found in a ditch outside the city." Hosea's expression turned downcast. "What? Uncle's dead?"

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It was a sunny day when Menalla had just finished work. She and her friend Saira took a taxi together. Saira could sense that something was off with her friend; Menalla had been moody all day. What could be wrong with her? Saira wondered to herself if it was that moron Chris, who had suddenly shown up begging, or if it was something else. Given Menalla's calm demeanor, Saira could no longer hold back her curiosity, so she asked, "What's the matter, girl? You've been down all day. What's wrong?" 

Menalla said nothing and kept looking out the window of the taxi. But Saira, not one to give up easily, pressed on. She was the kind of friend who would stop at nothing until she saw Menalla smile, even if it was only when she was around. "Are you thinking about that jerk? Or is it something else? Come on, Menalla, don't keep me in the dark. I'm your best friend!" She lightly hit her on the shoulder. "Or wait, don't tell me it's what I think it is. You don't want Chris back after everything he did to you, do you?" 

Menalla finally turned to her. "Why would I want him back? He just used me as a toy, but he didn't get what he wanted from me. All I feel for him now is hatred, and I don't care about him. He can go to hell." 

"Then what is the matter, Menalla? You look worried and troubled." Knowing that she could confide in her friend, Menalla opened up. "The hospital called, and it's bad. Very bad."