Watching intently from the window was Emma and Lucas who clung to her tightly. When Richard left that night, Emma felt a weight lift from her chest. “Is it really over this time?” she whispered. Margaret then placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, tears streaming down her face. “It is. I promise you, it is.” Henry entered the house, his face tired but triumphant. He knelt in front of Emma and Lucas. “You’re safe now. He’s not coming back, even if he does, he would never near you or hurt you guys in the future. I will protect you.” They believed him because they saw how fearless he was and how much he is ready to defend them They hugged him and he gave them assurances that he would never leave. Over the following months, the family worked to rebuild not just their home but their trust in one another. Therapy sessions became a regular part of their routine, most especially Lucas who had been hurt and traumatized by the whole situation. He was the most affected becaus

After their little escapades at the warehouse in Amsterdam, Netherlands they decided to go back to the mansion. The drive back home was silent, but the tension in the car was serious, everyone was thinking really hard of what to do next. Logan stared out the window, his mind replaying the events of the night. When they arrived at the estate, Terrence poured himself a glass of scotch, watching his son from across the room. Logan was as still as ice, he wasn't saying anything and from the looks of it, he had a lot troubling him. “You’re too quiet, Logan, speak your mind.” Logan turned to his father, his eyes sharp,he uttered; “He’s not just working for the Council. He believes in them, dad… like this is personal. Did you see the way he talked about their plans? He wasn’t just following orders.” Terrence’s expression darkened, but he didn’t respond immediately. Logan stepped closer, his voice rising. “You’re holding something back. You know more about this Council than yo

Meanwhile, Henry, who was in the car of the policemen who had arrested him, was quite composed, even surprising them. The squad car rolled through the empty streets, its siren now silent, leaving only the hum of the engine. Henry stared out the window, his mind racing, but outward he was calm. He trusted Margaret to reach out to Arnold Cage, but he also knew the risk involved in it. Mr Fletcher and Mr William D’Cruz were dangerous men, men who wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate threats, even if it meant targeting Henry’s family. That was his only worry, but at the moment he was glad that the man who threatened his family was dead. One of the officers glanced back at Henry, his eyes wondering, he then uttered; “You don’t seem like the average guy we pick up on a scene like that. What’s your story?” Henry met his gaze in the rearview mirror but said nothing. He wasn’t about to explain himself to someone who couldn’t help him out. The car slowed as they approached the station,

Even though Henry was bound in chains, only the hope and thoughts of being reunited with his family filled his mind. All he had to do was survive long enough for the truth and his files which he had brought to the notice of Arnold. He hoped that it would be a great deal in bringing them (Mr Fletcher and William D'Cruz) down or better yet reducing them to naught. He longs for survival, and survive he would. Margaret as dawn broke woke up quickly. The children were still asleep, nestled close to her on the couch. Paul sat by the door, his gaze unflinching, even after a long night of standing guard. Her phone buzzed on the table, its vibration made everyone stay at alert. She grabbed it quickly, her heart leaping, not knowing what news awaits her. “Margaret, it’s Arnold,” came the calm, steady voice. “Arnold,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “What’s happening? Is Henry okay?” Arnold didn’t waste time. “Henry is safe, and we’re making progress. Fletcher and D

Bullets rolled off the walls as Logan and Sean fought their way toward the exit. The Council’s operatives were relentless, their tactics precise and accurate. Straight to kill, no mercy. "Go!" Logan yelled, covering Sean as he moved toward the door. But as they reached the final corridor, a shot rang out, and Logan felt a very serious pain in his side. He staggered, clutching his ribs as blood seeped through his fingers. "No, Logan!!" Sean shouted, turning back instantly to grab him. "I’m fine," Logan gasped, his vision blurring. "Just keep moving!" Sean slung Logan’s arm over his shoulder, dragging him toward the exit as more Council operatives closed in. ***** Logan lay unconscious in a private wing of the Bentley estate, his breathing was shallow as medical staff worked to stabilize him and bring him back to conciousness. Sean stood outside the room, his face pale and downhearted as he relayed the events to Terrence. "We barely got out alive," Sean said. "It was