Damien Volkov had seen many losses in his lifetime, but never like this. As the cold steel of the handcuffs tightened around his wrists, a crushing sense of humiliation settled in. The flashing cameras outside his penthouse, the murmuring crowd, the whispers of his once-loyal allies, everything felt suffocating As he was shoved into the back of the car. Damien exhaled sharply, closing his eyes he muttered; “Damn you, Bentley.” ***** Three Months Later At the high security prison, Damien had spent weeks fighting, making calls, pulling strings, but every lifeline had been severed by Logan’s meticulous planning. The political allies he once owned had abandoned him, the syndicate had turned against him, and his fortune had crumbled. Yet, he wasn’t broken, one bit. He had always known that men like him that were powerful, ruthless, relentless, never stayed down for long. Then, one evening, a guard stopped at his cell, he uttered; “You have a visitor." Damien frowned on h

It's been almost three years since Logan's ex-wife Bethany came looking for Logan's help but he had turned her away due to the chaos the Bentley's were going through at the time. So Logan thought it was time to fix it. He bought flowers and traced Bethany home, he found her at home working on her computer. He needed to have a one on one conversation with her. “I'm surprised you still know your way here Mr Logan Bentley.” “Hi Bethany, I am sorry for the issues that happened that night you came to me, I couldn't give a helping hand, I had a lot to deal with.” “Of course you did you had the reasons you then I understand that I like to you I cheated on you and all that but I thought we had good all of that behind us when he gave me a job to work at your company I thought maybe one day you will see that I am really truly apologetic I came to you Logan, to help me out with something important. To look for my daughter, Hilary from the hands of kidnappers at the time, but it took you t

One weekend, Troy blindfolded Amelia and drove her to a surprise destination. When he finally removed the blindfold, Amelia gasped. "A cabin in the mountains.” “Yes of course, You’re always talking about how you want to escape the noise. So here we are. No phone calls. No cameras. Just us.” Troy Reece uttered grinning as he looks at how excited she was. “There is only one thing left, this is different from last time, but I wish it would rain even if it's a little bit." Troy grinned and uttered, “that means we will be staying here for a few days, until it rains because I saw your bucket list and I want to help you out.” Amelia giggled and rested her head on his shoulders. The cabin was warm and inviting, nestled deep in the woods. They spent the days hiking, cooking together, and sitting by the fireplace, wrapped in each other’s arms. One evening, a soft drizzle started outside. Amelia stepped onto the porch, closing her eyes as the raindrops kissed her skin. "I love the ra

As they kept having conversations with each other, they planned their first meeting. It was in a coffee shop, it hummed with quiet conversations and the soft clatter of cups. Tariq sat at a corner table, tapping his fingers against his cup. He had agreed to meet Emma in person after weeks of exchanging messages, but now that she was five minutes late, he was becoming nervous. Then suddenly, the door swung open. Emma walked in, scanning the room before her gaze landed on him. She smiled, it was a warm and genuine one. Tariq stood awkwardly as she approached. “You must be Tariq,” she said, setting down her bag. “It’s great to finally meet you.” “Yeah,” Tariq replied, running a hand through his hair. “You’re shorter than I expected.” Emma chuckled. “And you’re taller than I expected.” They both laughed, the tension from within him began to melt away. Emma took a sip of her latte, then leaned forward. “So, tell me, what made you want to volunteer at the menta

A week had passed since Adrian’s unexpected return, but the tension between Tariq and Emma hadn’t eased. Tariq had become more protective, always walking her home from her office, always scanning the streets, as if expecting Adrian to reappear and he did. Late one night, as Emma was locking up her little space and bookstore, her phone buzzed. It was an unknown Number, with the text ‘Miss me?’ Her heart pounded on seeing this, she barely had time to react before a shadow loomed behind her. A hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her back. “Emma.” Adrian’s voice was smooth, eerily calm. She twisted against his grip. “Let go of me, Adrian.” But he didn’t. Instead, he tightened his hold. “I don’t like being ignored and you know it.” Panic surged through her. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, a fist collided with Adrian’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. “Tariq.” Emma called out. Tariq stood there, chest rising and falling with controlled fury, his knuckles stil