Mike stroked his chin. "Who else would know he's alive except for us and our men?"“I think Nathan was the one that abducted you.”Josh nodded; his expression grim. "That's what I thought too, Mike. It has to be Nathan behind this, because apart from us, and our men no one else knows that he’s alive."A dark cloud of anger descended upon Mike's features. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge, but he wanted to be thorough with the whole thing, he first of all wanted to know if their men were the ones who perhaps told anybody outside that Nathan was alive before concluding that Nathan himself was the one behind the attack. "I'll summon our men," he declared, his voice a steely promise. "We'll find out if anyone leaked the secret if anyone dared to betray us to outsiders or Nathan himself."Josh's hands curled into fists at his sides, his fury matching Mike's. "I can't wait to get my hands on him," he growled, his voice thick with rage. Josh was looking forward to killing Nathan and wh

***Nathan arrived at his apartment, he laid down on his bed with his gaze focused on the ceiling, his mind was still ablaze with unanswered questions and the searing intensity of his determination.Lost in his thoughts, ‘Who was behind the attack on me? And who killed my parents? If Mike was certain that I was the one behind the abduction of Josh that means Josh would also know that he was the one, since both know that I am alive doesn’t that mean one of them was the one that came after me? Or does other heirs also know that I am alive?’Nathan had no idea whether it was Mike or Josh who was behind killing his parents, but he could tell that their intentions for knowing that he was alive were sinister, he doesn’t regret killing Mike, he felt that was a curious part of his plan to get to the bottom of the truth. But now he needs to abduct Josh for a second time to question him about everything to be sure if they were the ones behind his parent’s death and whether they were the ones th

***The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Nathan's modest apartment as he settled on one of his couches, his heart racing with anticipation. With trembling fingers, he dialed Karina's number, the soft hum of the phone echoing in the quiet room. He was anxious to speak to her because he had missed her and hadn’t spoken to her since he left his old apartment.After a few rings, Karina's voice filled the line, vibrant and full of warmth. "Who is this?" she exclaimed, her tone tinged with excitement.Nathan's throat tightened at the sound of her voice, a rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Hey, Karina, it’s me, Nathan," he greeted, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and longing. "I'm sorry for disappearing like that. There's been a lot going on."Karina was surprised as she realized that it was him. Her concern was evident, and her voice was soft with understanding. "It's okay, Nathan," she reassured him, her words a soothing balm to his troubled soul

***The air in Mrs. Blackwood's room hung heavy with tension as Karina entered her room and laid out the damning evidence against Alex, her hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. With each photograph she revealed, the truth became harder to deny that Alex was never a true fit for her and just wanted to use her.Mrs. Blackwood's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she took in the evidence before her, her features contorted with a mixture of anger and sorrow. The betrayal cut deep, a painful reminder of the fragile illusions that had shattered around them."How could he?" Mrs. Blackwood whispered; her voice tinged with disbelief. "How could Alex do this to you, to us?"Karina's knew about Alex’s behavior, but she was happy to see that her mom now sees that too. She had never trusted Alex."He never loved me, Mom," Karina admitted, her voice raw with emotion. "He only saw me as a means to an end, a way to further his own ambitions."Mrs. Blackwood's expression softe

***The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate where Alex Atwood resided. Inside the opulent confines of his bedroom, the air crackled with tension as Alex paced back and forth, his features contorted with rage and frustration.With each step, the floorboards groaned beneath his weight, a testament to the tumultuous storm raging within his soul. His hands clenched into fists; his knuckles white with the strain of his pent-up anger as he surveyed the wreckage of his once pristine sanctuary.Furniture lay overturned, shattered remnants of glass and porcelain strewn haphazardly across the room—a stark reflection of the chaos that raged within Alex's heart. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the tempest that threatened to consume him whole.With a trembling hand, Alex reached for his phone, his fingers dancing across the screen with a sense of purpose born of desperation. He dialed a number, his voi