Gradually, Ethan's eyelids fluttered open, revealing the familiar yet oddly distant ceiling of his bedroom. The cool, white surface above him seemed to be watching him, a witness to his confusion and disorientation.As his vision cleared, he noticed a slight frown forming on his face. The ceiling looked the same as always, but something felt off. A gnawing sense of unease began to creep in. With a sense of urgency, he pushed himself upright, his movements sharp and sudden, driven by the need to understand why he felt so out of place in his own home.But just as quickly as he sat up, a sharp, pounding pain erupted in his skull, stopping him in his tracks. His hands instinctively flew to his temples, trying to ease the intense throbbing that seemed to echo with every beat of his heart."Ahhh!" he groaned, his face contorting in pain as his eyes squeezed shut, seeking help from the bright light streaming in through the windows. For a moment, he remained still, trying to steady his br

As Ethan walked into the office, a wave of fear and uncertainty hit him hard. His heart pounded in his chest, and his hands felt clammy. The last thing he wanted was to be forced to work with Gideon, the one person he couldn't stand.Ethan couldn’t understand why they would want him to sign a deal with Gideon of all people. It seemed impossible, like some cruel joke. How could they expect him to work alongside his worst enemy?“Gideon, of all investors? Are they out of their minds?” Ethan muttered under his breath, disbelief and frustration mixing in his voice. A scoff slipped out as he shook his head. He made his way over to the large window in his office, gazing out at the city below. The view was calming, a clear difference to the rage churning inside him. He slid his hands into his pockets, trying to find some comfort in the familiar action.For a moment, the peaceful scene outside started to ease his nerves. But just as he began to relax, a loud, mechanical voice echoed inside

Gideon sat down heavily on the worn-out couch in his dimly lit room, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. His eyes locked onto the drink sitting on the table in front of him, untouched. His mind was racing, filled with one dark thought: the idea of Ethan being killed. “Why is it so hard to get to you, dear Ethan?” he muttered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He kept his gaze fixed on the drink, but his thoughts were far away, focused on Ethan. No matter how hard he tried, every plan he made to bring Ethan down seemed to fail miserably. Each failure left him feeling like the foolish one, and he hated that feeling. He despised how things never went his way, how his schemes fell apart almost every single time. But the desire to win, to finally get Ethan, burned within him. He wouldn’t stop until he found a way to succeed.After Mr. Andrew's death, Gideon had surprisingly remained calm. He was determined to figure out what he was doing wrong, why all his a

“What are they planning now that they’ve returned? Are they coming to kill me, take over my company, or, even worse, hurt me by going after the people I love?” Ethan muttered as he anxiously paced back and forth in the room. His mind raced with worry, unable to settle on what terrible thing might happen next.If there was one thing Ethan wanted more than anything, it was to keep his loved ones safe, especially his mother, who meant the world to him. The mere thought of losing her again, after everything he had fought for in this second chance at life, made his heart ache with fear. He couldn’t bear the idea of watching her suffer or die in front of him, not after all they had been through.Ethan would rather sacrifice himself than see any harm come to his mother or Ryan. At this point, he felt like he was capable of doing anything, no matter how extreme, to protect them.With his hands on his waist, Ethan continued to pace around the office. His thoughts were scattered, and he hadn

"Stop the car!" Ethan commanded with intense determination, his eyes sharp and focused.James looked bewildered. "What? Why? We need to get back home. Did you forget something? Maybe a part of the contract you didn’t sign? I can go back…" He started to get out of the car, ready to fix whatever might have gone wrong.Ethan quickly grabbed James’s arm, stopping him. "No, it’s not about the contract. It’s something else. You and Ryker need to leave without me. I’m taking the car. I need to go back to the company for something important."“At the company? At this time of night? Isn’t it too late for that? Come on, Ethan… it can wait until tomorrow,” James suggested, but Ethan shook his head, showing he was determined.“You don’t get it. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I need it right now. You and Ryker… get out of the car!” He ordered, leaving them both stunned and confused.Without saying anything more, Ethan got out of the car and walked around until he reached the driver’s side. He opened