It was already noon time when the Broda family went back home to quietly mourn the loss of the father and husband. However, Matt refused to return to their home with them even when they insisted. He gave a measly excuse, saying his presence was needed in his father's company. With this excuse, they couldn't keep arguing with him and just agreed to let him go. With hurried steps, Matt went to the abandoned building where his mother's corpse was currently at, left unburied. Not that he planned to give her a proper befitting burial whatsoever, that's something she doesn't deserve. On getting to the place, Matt's face twisted in disgust at how badly the air smelled. It was hard to breathe, but he breathed in and out anyways, after all he had a lot to do. Walking to where the old lamp was, matt turned it on and like before, it wasn't bright and was going on with being dim and then brighter and then dim. But he ignored it and kept the lamp in a good place that would enable him see prop

"I honestly don't care what you are called, I can call you whatever I wish to," Liam responded nonchalantly with his fingers playing with his fountain pen. Right after he said that the air in the office felt heavy and suffocating. Even Nelson who was still standing by the door felt goosebumps rise on his skin. The smile on both father and son's faces vanished as they both half stared and half glared at Liam for his confidence and audacious words. "You sound so cocky and ignorant, just when I thought you knew something about me. But it turns out you don't know who I really am and what I'm capable of, I could make—" Aamon Chorro spoke in a threatening voice but was interrupted by Liam. "I must say I'm quite disappointed, Aamon. With the way you were being so confident back then, I thought you would have created a huge havoc by now. But it turns out it was just an empty word of threat." Liam said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was referring to the voice message he h

The moment the Broda family reached their home, grieve soon filled their presence and their household. They had lost an important member of the family and it felt like a hard blow for them. The children had lost their father and Susan had also lost her husband. With sadness written all over her face, Susan walked slowly with each steps heavy, she entered her bedroom with her children following behind her. This was the bedroom she shared with her husband and it hasn't even been up to twenty-four hours since she lost him but the room already felt empty and cold. Walking to Mr Broda's side of the bed, Susan sat on it and laid her palm on the bed, it felt cold. The bedroom had nothing special in it, just a regular normal sized bedroom with furnitures around the place. "Mom? I really think you should rest, it's almost evening and you need rest." Nick said with a worried face, he stood before the bed with Cara beside him as both siblings shared glances occasionally. Nick felt sorry for h

"Matt? You look worn out, what happened to you?" Nick who had been staring at Matt since he stepped into the house asked, his stares were scrutinizing Matt. And with his intent stares, he was quick to notice what was off about Matt. One would think the young man was chased by death himself.Nick's voice resonated in the quiet dining, grabbing everyone's attention as both Susan and Cara gave Matt a close look. Hearing Nick's question, Matt felt his soul would leave his body. He lifted his gaze to stare at Nick while he wondered why Nick suddenly had his full attention on him to the extent of noticing how he looked.Realizing that Cara and Susan were silently waiting for a response from him, Matt chuckled and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes followed before saying, "Ahh...you see when I heard how desperately Cara had begged me on the phone to come over for dinner. I had to leave the important meeting I was having with my father to make sure I didn't miss this dinner. I ran as qu

That same night, inside a luxurious bar, people could be seen around drinking and having fun. The bar had a piece of loud music booming from the speaker and the people inside the bar danced to it.Amongst these people was Aamon Chorro seated on a VIP chair, three bodyguards stood beside him and seated before Chorro was Nelson who held onto the cup of alcohol in his hands. His small frame seared on that chair was constantly drawing people's attention towards him and that made sense because it wasn't every day a person would come to see someone as young as Nelson in this bar. It was mostly older men and women, especially the rich ones. And if you were to find anyone as young as him, they would be ladies."So to what do I owe this rendezvous?" Chorro asked as he dropped the glass of whiskey on the table after taking a sip.Nelson looked at Chorro while wondering if this man could be trusted. Earlier today when he saw the interaction between Liam and Chorro, although Liam had seemed to h