He thought back to all the times his uncle had lectured him about responsibility and integrity, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. The hypocrisy was staggering. As he read on, his laptop caught his eye. He had been monitoring his uncle’s activities, and the footage he had obtained was damning. There, on the screen, was his uncle meeting with a suspicious individual, handing over sensitive information and company secrets like they were candy.Rhys’s anger boiled over, and he slammed his fist on the desk. How could his uncle betray the company like this? He stood up, his mind racing with thoughts of confrontation. He had to confront his uncle again, had to make him pay for his treachery.Without hesitation, Rhys strode out of his office, making his way to his uncle’s. He didn’t bother knocking, just burst through the door like a storm. “Uncle Christopher,” he spat, his voice venomous. “We need to talk once again”His uncle looked up, startled, as Rhys entered the room. A mixture of fe

But as he put the car in gear, he hesitated. Something was holding him back, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And then it hit him – his love for Elena. He couldn’t hurt her, no matter how much he wanted to. He couldn’t ruin her happiness, no matter how much it hurt him.The man took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He would find another way, he thought. He would find another way to make Elena his. As he sat there, watching Elena and Nathan laugh and talk, the man’s heart burned with anger and desire. He would make her his, no matter what it took.But for now, he would just watch and wait. He would wait for the perfect moment to strike, the perfect moment to make his move. And as he sat there, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of determination. He would make Elena his, no matter what it took.The man’s eyes never left Elena’s face as he watched her laugh and talk with Nathan. He was mesmerized by her beauty, captivated by her charm. The man’s heart raced w

The man stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the photos of Elena on his phone. He had been waiting for what felt like hours, but he didn’t mind. He was used to waiting. As he scrolled through the photos, his eyes lingered on each one, taking in every detail. He knew every inch of her face, every curve of her body. He had been watching her for so long, studying her every move.He knew her routine, her habits, her fears. He knew everything about her.And yet, he still couldn’t get enough.Just as he was starting to get impatient, a figure emerged from the darkness beside him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up. He knew who it was. “Ah, my dear,” a soft voice said, a smile evident in the tone.The man finally looked up, his eyes meeting those of the woman beside him. If Rhys was present, he would have recognized the woman. It was Cleopatra, her face radiant in the dim light.“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.Cleopatra chuckled, her eyes glinting with am

“Rhys is… he’s kind and caring,” she stammered. “He loves me for who I am.”The stalker laughed. “How sweet,” he said. “But I’m sure there’s more to it than that.”Elena tried to think of a way to escape, but her mind was a blank. She was trapped, and she knew it. Just as the stalker was about to say something else, Elena heard a noise behind her. She turned to see Rhys standing there, his eyes blazing with anger.“Let her go,” he growled, his voice low and menacing.The stalker smiled. “Ah, Rhys,” he said. “Right on time.”Elena’s heart was racing. She knew Rhys would save her, knew he would protect her. But she also knew the stalker was unpredictable, knew he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. “Rhys, be careful,” she warned, trying to keep her voice steady.But Rhys just smiled. “Don’t worry, Elena,” he said. “I’ve got this.”And with that, Rhys charged at the stalker, determined to save the woman he cared for. The two men clashed, their fists flying as they fought for con

Rhys arrived at his office, ready to tackle the day’s tasks. But as he settled into his chair, he was bombarded with phone calls, emails, and meetings. He was so busy that he hardly had enough time to rest or grab a quick lunch. As the day went on, Rhys couldn’t help but think about his uncle and the stalker. He wondered if his uncle was behind the stalking, and if so, what his next move would be.But as the hours passed, Rhys and his uncle’s paths never crossed again. Rhys could understand that the man was probably trying to come up with a new plot, one that would catch Rhys off guard. Rhys’ instincts told him to be vigilant, to watch his back and protect Elena at all costs. He knew that his uncle was cunning and ruthless, and he wouldn’t hesitate to strike again.Despite the chaos of the day, Rhys stayed focused, his mind racing with possibilities and scenarios. He knew that he had to stay one step ahead of his uncle, to anticipate his next move and be ready to counter it. As the da