When Damon dragged William to one of the dungeons in the estate, he (William) vowed to make sure they all pay for this humiliation. He saw his son Malcolm there groaning in pain but paid no attention to him because he never expected that his son would prove to be so stupid as to attack Logan Bentley upfront that way, to make matters worse, in an open space and in the eyes of the public. So all he could do at that moment was ignore him without uttering a single word. His thoughts were somewhat disoriented he didn't know what else to do all he could feel was rage towards his brother Terrence Bentley. Especially how time and again, Terrence continues to elude him, he tried so hard to kill him but now look where he was in, a dungeon yet again, a place he had bad and cruel memories. When they were kids, his father Aiden Bentley never really appreciated everything he did although his father did all he humanly could to care for both sons but as we already know parents have their fav

Days later, a ruckus happened beneath the estate, at the dungeon, a man dressed in black walked gently to the dungeon gate where William was held and opened it, after which he bowed.“Forgive me for coming just now. I was held up running a few errands at the company.” The guard uttered.“You certainly took your time! Release my son as well and let's get the hell out of here.” William uttered.“What about the guards?” Malcom asked.“They will be dealt with.” The guard uttered and walked towards Malcolm's holding and unlocked the door.“Young master, let's get out of here.” William and Malcolm, as well as their trusted guard, walked out of the estate without a hindrance because Terrence Bentley wasn't home.*****“Dad, I do not appreciate what you did back there. You didn't even stand up for me. I am your son, not Logan.” Malcolm blurted out as soon as they got to their home.“What else were you expecting me to do, side with you? I believe I brought you up to be better than that honest

As Bethany sat at the farthest corner of the bar, her hands were still trembling as she had no idea what was happening to her daughter. But one thing was certain: her eyes were watching Troy Reece closely as she didn't want to miss any details or drop her guard down and then Troy would slip away. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, and answered. “Bethany,” her partner’s voice came through, “Where are you? My team is mobilized. I need to know what you’ve found so far.” She glanced toward Troy, lowering her voice. “I’m at the Anchor Bar. Troy is here. He says he’s waiting on intel about Marina and her husband.” There was silence, and he asked; “And you trust him?” “No, not in the slightest.” Bethany whispered and continued; But I don’t have a choice, if he has a way of finding my daughter I would hold even the devil's hand.* “Stay safe. I’m sending someone to back you up.” Before she could respond, Troy’s deep voice cut through the room. “Bethany!” He mo

Bethany barely slept that night. She stayed by Hilary’s side, watching her sleep, her small chest rising and falling in a rhythm that should have been calming but it wasn’t. Every single creak or sound of the apartment made her jump, she kept looking over her shoulders even in her own home… To make matters worse, Troy’s words kept bothering her and making her mind unsettling. The next morning, Bethany stood in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She didn’t hear the doorbell ring at first, but when it did, her heart raced for some minutes, she froze, clutching the counter for support. It was too soon to have a visitor right, it couldn’t be Marina, could it? Bethany walked to the door cautiously, her hands trembling as she peeked through the peephole. To her surprise, it was Troy, who stood there, his face hard but determined. She heaved a sigh not one of relief but something close to it. She opened the door and asked; “What are you doing here?” “I need to talk

They quickly ran through the maze of containers, the stolen folder clutched tightly in Troy’s jacket. Gunshots rang out behind them, but they didn’t stop. By the time they reached the car and sped away, Bethany was still shaking, her confidence and courage which she had put up in front of Rick just some minutes ago was completely gone, like it never was. Troy glanced at her. “You okay?” She nodded, her breaths shallow. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Troy smirked faintly. “You were amazing back there.” Bethany shot him a glare. “Don’t get used to it.” As they drove away with the folder sitting on the dashboard, Bethany’s mind was already racing with the next steps. Rick wasn’t going to let this go, but neither was she. Later that day, Bethany sat at her dining table, staring at the folder they had stolen from Rick’s shipping yard. The names and details written inside were enough to make her stomach churn. It wasn’t just trafficking, it was an entire network of ille