Ryan picked up his bag without even cleaning up the mess on his table. He almost seemed like there wasn't life in his face, like it had suddenly been drawn out of him. He was more anxious, curious and determined than he was afraid but he was still afraid and the mix of emotion made him look lifeless. He didn't take anything else from the table apart from the drenched letter. The words from the wet paper floated about in his head and drove him to almost run out of the office."You have made it to the top. Don't congratulate yourself yet as this means death is near. You are not surrounded by family but by enemies who will try to poison you and take what's yours. Play wise and smart, be cunning and cautious. Secrets are plenty more than you think, eyes watching you are plentiful than you think. Death is closer than you fear. The day you read this, that day they shall try to kill you. Take hints from me and you will live long and excel. Find more of me in Jerry Jacobs personal space."

Ryan searched tirelessly for anything clue like, for something that seemed out of place or at least a crumpled piece of paper. After relentlessly searching, he found nothing. Slumping into his father's bed tiredly, he let out a sigh. So it had all been a joke, the letter, someone had pulled a prank on him or tried to see if they could have him on their strings. He had let himself get played but not anymore. A soft knock was heard twice on the door and the butler walked in with the doctor by his side. His face split into a smile as he saw Ryan lying on the bed. "It seems you have taken a liking to this room, young master. Your father barely slept a night here and didn't spend any day in here as well." Ryan was immediately confused. How was that possible when that was his bedroom? And how would he not like it when the place was beautifully furnished? "I don't understand, Logan. This is his room right?" His brow arched slightly as he as

The sun rose above the mansion of the Jacobs family and every single worker was already up and moving about to tend to their daily chores. The kitchen was bustling with life and the scent of several kinds of meals caressed the air and intoxicated their nostrils. They didn't know what their young master would like to have for breakfast but they weren't going to use that as an excuse to slack off and not prepare anything. After he was satisfied, they would serve the rest of the helping hands around the house their breakfast and begin to clean up and prepare for making lunch.Ryan let out a tired yawn and turned to his side. The pain in his wrist stung and he winced and opened his eyes. The drip had been discontinued but the pain in his wrist still remained. He sat up with a groan while rubbing his head. How long was he out? He wondered. The sun was the one who answered the question. Through the floor to ceiling window that led to the balcony, the sun peeked in from a slight opening

Lilly panicked about in her office. If Ryan got married to another woman, then she would really lose everything! How could she not have known! "Are you alright?" Her fiancé asked, looking at her with obvious concern. "You've been going back and forth for so long I'm getting dizzy just from watching you."But Lilly didn't respond, or she didn't hear. Her mind was on Ryan and how to make things right for her. "Okay, calm down Lilly." She told herself. "You will lose the little time you have left if you keep doing like this. I need to... I need to... I need to..." Picking up her phone, she searched for the families that had been accepted to participate in the bride evaluating contest. "The Campbell family, the Hathaway and the Johnsons! The Johnsons, thank goodness!" She exclaimed excitedly. Daniel didn't understand what was going on with her anymore and he was tired of standing there and watching. "Lilly! What the hell is going on with you right now?" He demanded, slightly furious.

His car pulled up in the parking space of his mansion and he got down from it with a gentle sigh. He already escaping the marriage was an impossible task so he might as well be at home when they'd come over. He needed to be strong, stand his ground against Priscilla and anyone else who thought it was fun to try to mess with him. Walking into the large and spacious living room, Ryan found his butler perambulating about with his hands behind his back like a secretary bird. Logan Hayes eyes widened as they landed on Ryan and he hurried to him. "Oh young master!" He exclaimed as he came dashing towards his young master. "I was so afraid that I might never hear from you again! I didn't know where to look or how I would have found you..." Ryan's brows furrowed confusedly. "Wait what? Found me? Why? It's not like I'm some missing pet or something." "Oh young master, that, I do know, but you ran away! You left without a word or a trace! How was I to know where to find you?" His Butle