The house was quiet even at night, except for the faint ticking of the clock in the living room. Margaret sat at the dining table, she had used her last strength to prepare dinner for the family, but no one was eating and no one was talking. Her face was buried in her hands, she was filled with remorse for not realising that her children were victims of domestic violence. The silence and guilt she was feeling was oppressive, filled with the weight of everything she had ignored, everything she had let happen around her without knowing. Emma and Lucas sat on the chair on the table with Henry between them, his arms around their shoulders protectively, these were his kids. Emma’s eyes stayed fixed on her mother, burning with unspoken questions, words she needed to pass across but she kept it all in. Henry took a deep breath and spoke up, besides he was the head of the family, and as such he was to take the lead in things like this. “I believe we all have something to say to eac

Back in his office, Logan called Sean. "Track down Sloane," Logan ordered. "I want him in a room with no exits by tomorrow night. And as for Carter… well…" Sean chuckled darkly. "You want me to handle him now?" "No," Logan said and added; "Let him sweat for a bit. Then we’ll decide what to do with him." "And what about your ex-wife, Bethany?" Sean asked, his tone curious. Logan glanced toward the studio, where Bethany’s laughter had died down. "Keep an eye on her," he said, "I hired her just for her looks, but yet, I can't trust her again not after everything, report to me every single thing she does, I wanna know.” As Logan ended the call, he leaned back in his chair, the weight of the battle ahead settling on his shoulders. The burden was becoming too much despite the fact that he has yet to begin. Logan sat in the dim light of his office, as his mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle. He knew Carter was just a pawn, and Andrew Sloane was merely a middlem

Suddenly, a black SUV roared onto the scene, its tires screeching as it skidded to a halt. The back door swung open, and a woman in a sharp black suit stepped out. Her presence was commanding, her cold, sharp eyes scanning the group like a predator assessing prey. "That’s her," Sean whispered through the earpiece. “Alexandra Lincoln, Cyberdyne’s COO (Chief Operating Officer), she's one of them." Logan’s lips thinned. "Who the hell are those in the council members and who the hell are the shadow's operatives? Because I can't quite put my finger on it… anymore." Alexandra Lincoln nodded at the courier, who handed over the briefcase. She popped it open briefly, revealing stacks of documents and a sleek hard drive glowing in the dark. "It’s data," Sean muttered. "Looks like proprietary files, it's probably Blue Net’s classified algorithms or tech designs." Logan’s eyes narrowed. "If that leaves this place, the entire blue Net Group is over. We’re done for if it gets out. We move on

The family of the Donald's after the confrontation Henry had with Richard, they decided to act like a family and not allow anyone just waltz into their lives, neither would they allow internal conflicts separate them. They were slowly rebuilding their trust in each other. Margaret had begun to cook dinners again, something she hadn’t done in months. She insisted on everyone sitting together at the table, even if the atmosphere was still heavy with unspoken words. Lucas was the first to break the silence one evening. “Do you think he’s really gone?” he asked, staring down at his plate. Margaret hesitated, glancing at Henry. “I hope so,” she said softly. Henry’s voice was firm. “He won’t come near you again. I made that absolutely clear.” Emma wasn’t convinced. “Richard doesn’t let things go, Dad.” Henry leaned forward, his gaze stern with conviction. “That’s why I’m staying here until I’m sure he’s out of your lives for good.” Emma nodded, but the tension in her shoul

The air outside of the warehouse was tense as Sean’s men stood round the stranger. His hands were tied behind his back, and his hood had been pulled back, revealing a sharp looking face with piercing eyes that seemed to be observing everyone and everything around him. "Secure him in the car," Sean ordered, his tone firm. "We’ll interrogate him back at the estate." But then something about the man's calm nature was making Logan suspicious of him. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied the stranger. "You don’t look worried," Logan said coldly. The stranger smirked. "Worried? Oh, no. I’m impressed. You’ve done better than most. But this little victory of yours won’t last long, you see." Logan crossed his arms, his voice dropping. "What makes you think that?" The stranger leaned forward slightly, his voice low yet taunting; "Because while you’re wasting time trying to figure me out, my people are already two steps ahead of you." Before Logan could respond, the s