Jason stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his uniform. His body still ached from the fight with Ethan, but he pushed through the pain. He needed to focus on the task Fiona had given him. The promise of money was tempting, especially after the humiliation he had faced. He glanced at the crumpled bills in his pocket, thinking about how he could use that money to pay his tuition and maybe even buy a few things he wanted. But the memory of Irene lingered in his mind. She had helped him when he was down, and her smile made him feel seen. He didn’t know why he thought about her, especially after all the trouble Elena, Linda, and Fiona had caused him. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Now was not the time for distractions. He had to figure out how to retrieve the safe that Fiona wanted. Jason took a deep breath and grabbed his backpack. He headed out of his small apartment, ready to face the day. The sun was bright, and students were everywhere, chatting and laughing

Jason's heart thudded faster, hoping to see who it was. His heart nearly collapsing at the thought of Aunt Camilla finding out that he was the thief hiding behind the curtain. He was now a stranger, having no link to the Carter's family. The sound of the beeping lock was heard, and the door finally opened. Jason froze when he saw that it was Eric. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. "What was Erick looking for? Did he know about the safe all along?" He looked at him as he glanced at the top of the shelf. Eric closed the door behind him and later walked out. Jason knew it was his time to act. He quickly brought out his back and hid the age inside it. He opened the door slowly and made sure no one was around the hallway. He stealthily walked through the corridor down to the path he came in. Once outside the mansion, he sighed and immediately flagged down a taxi to take him home. Jason felt elated; he was on top of the world as he looked at the safe right under his nose. His mi

Jason leaned forward, his eyes steady and serious, as he gave Fiona the passcode. Fiona's confidence wavered for a second, a look of doubt flickering across her face. She never expected Jason, the guy she thought she could control, to know something so valuable."Try it," Jason said calmly, leaning back against the old sofa.Fiona approached the safe, her fingers tapping out the numbers he’d given her. The lock beeped, and then, with a soft click, the safe opened. Fiona’s eyes widened in surprise. She couldn’t hide the shock from her face as she pulled out a stack of documents."What is all this?" she demanded, her voice filled with disbelief. She had expected the safe to hold something more meaningful than what she was staring at. But these documents seemed important.Jason stood up, keeping his gaze fixed on her. "It’s everything your family wanted to hide. All the dirty secrets, the deals that could ruin them if they got out. You think you have control, Fiona, but maybe you never d

Jason went through the video, and he felt teary. He had always thought he was alone. A nobody, after Marcus left the school he had been alone without friends. The thought that the Carter family was going to be his solitude was all he could think of, but then everything went south with the death of his grandfather. The video wasn't saying much about who his father was or why he was killed, but Jason was the sole heir to the vast properties of the Carter's family. He removed the USB and kept it safe in his pocket. This was a life changer for him; the thought of leading the Carter family was no joke. Jason knew he couldn't trust anybody at a time like this, not even Eric. He had seen him enter Camilla's room for the same safe he had come to carry. Jason picked up his phone, and a message popped up. A smile appeared on his lips, thinking it was Irene, but it slowly faded away when he saw it was Fiona. "She knows." The message was short and brief. "Who knows?" Jason said, dropping the

"Where is t?" A voice shouted at Jason. The clanging out and the lamp light in his front were making his eyes hurt. "It hurts." Jason said slowly, not sure what his captors wanted from him. He remembered he had gotten a text message from Marcus telling him to wet him at the school field. Jason opened his eyes wide again; the situation was dawning on him. "Where am I?" He shouted at the strange, dark figure seated in front of him. "I don't think it would be any good to ask me any questions. I do the asking, and you tell me what I need to know," the voice replied. "Ethan, is that you? Release me right now!" Jason shouted in anger, and the voice laughed again. "Do you think this is some child place? You are going to tell me what I need to know or you won't leave here alive." The voice sounded mean this time. "You are bluffing!" Jason shouted at him, and the electric wire tied to the armchair zapped him. "yee!" Jason let out a voice of pain. "Somebody help me!" He yelled even mor