As the last of the fireworks faded into the starry sky, Logan gently took her hand, leading her toward a hidden path that wound through the palm trees. “Where are we going now?” Patricia asked, her voice filled with excitement. “You’ll see,” Logan said, a playful glint in his eye. Their families watched them disappear into the darkness with knowing smiles. Patricia glanced back, noticing her parents and Terrence Bentley sharing quiet laughter as they watched them both go. Something was definitely up and she wanted to find out what that was. Could it be a surprise or is something else going on? The path they walked on was filled with well lit lanterns hanging low from the trees, casting a magical glow. The sound of the ocean faded, replaced by the soft chirping of crickets. They were definitely going into the woods now, the air was warm, and Patricia’s heart raced as they reached the edge of a loving path. There, before her, stood a breathtaking well prepared settings, it

Later that night, as Patricia lay awake, the house seemed to groan with secrets. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Malcolm’s appearance wasn’t just about her but it was about something deeper, something tied to the estate itself. In her restless state, Patricia wandered down to the library, hoping a book might distract her. As she scanned the shelves, her hand brushed against a dusty journal tucked behind a row of volumes. Curious, she opened it and began to read. The journal belonged to a man named Elias Bentley, one of the estate’s previous owners. His entries spoke of a forbidden love, jealousy, and a terrible betrayal that ended in bloodshed. One passage caught her attention: “They say the heart can drive a man to madness. But what they don’t tell you is that the heart can also be cursed, bound to repeat its torment until justice is served.” As Patricia read the final part, the pieces began to fall into place. Malcolm’s obsession, the secrets he claims to have aga

For the first time, Malcolm hesitated, but that didn't last long as he uttered; “You’ll never understand, Patricia. You’re just another piece in their game.” William turned to his son Malcolm, his tone stern. “You’ve done enough, Malcolm. Whatever your grievances, you’ve crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. How could you try to kill him in public? Do you want to be known as a murderer in the eyes of our investors? That's not what I taught you.” “And you,” Terrence growled, pointing a finger at William, “have enabled him for far too long. If Logan dies, William, I swear there will be no truce… no peace… ever.” Patricia stepped between them, her arms stretched out; “Stop! Both of you! Don’t you see what this is doing? Logan’s life is hanging by a thread, and you’re still fighting over the past.” The doors to the master's bedroom where Logan was opened again, and the doctor reappeared, his expression slightly more hopeful. “We’ve stabilized him,” he said, his voice calm but

William D’Cruz stood on the balcony, his arms crossed his chest tightly and protectively. Beside him, Terrence Bentley leaned against the railing of the balcony, his usual air of confidence was somewhat covered with weariness. The storm had passed, but the tension between them had not. “For once, I’ll admit,” Terrence said, breaking the silence as he continued; “Logan has got a point. Maybe we have indeed dragged this feud on for too long.” William’s jaw tightened. He forced his lips into a thin smile, but his eyes burned with hidden rage. “Perhaps… perhaps we have.” Terrence gave him a sidelong glance. “That’s it? No argument? No sharp remarks about my so-called arrogance or how I’ve ruined our family’s legacy?” William’s fingers curled around the railing. “Not today,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “I’ve seen enough blood spilled to last a lifetime.” Terrence laughed, though there was no humor in it. “You’re a terrible liar, William. You hate me just as much a

Terrence stepped forward, his voice firm. “You won’t touch them, William. Not while I am still breathing.” William chuckled slightly as he brought out a concealed gun from his coat. “And what are you going to do, brother? Stop me? You’ve never had the stomach for what it takes to kill me, but I on the other hand, I am not that merciful.” Terrence glanced at Logan, his resolve hardening, it's either his brother died or he dies while trying. “Maybe not before… but seeing how cruel you have become, I won’t let you hurt them… Not this time.” In a second, William lunged at Terrence, with the gun, which Terrence dodged, grabbing a nearby candlestick and using it to deflect the attack. The sound of metal clashing from William's hand echoed through the hall as the brothers fought, their hatred spilling out in every strike. Patricia pulled Logan aside, her heart racing. “We have to stop this,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Logan shook his head weakly; “He has to fi