Two days had just passed and the morning sun stretched across the Texas horizon, reflecting over the sprawling estate as Kendrick paced the length of the study. He had spent the better part of the morning reviewing proposals for new acquisitions, but his thoughts kept drifting back to his father’s legacy and the growing threat that loomed over it. Sadiq’s rise wasn’t just a business challenge; it was a personal one. Kendrick wasn’t just protecting an empire, he was defending the very essence of his family’s place in Texas, a state that had been his father’s kingdom.He glanced out of the window and saw Bridget moving across the garden, her silhouette framed by the golden light. She was always there, her presence steady and grounding. Kendrick felt a pang of guilt, he had become so consumed with the fight for control that he had barely spent any time with her recently. The scholarship fund was important, yes, but he knew that there was still so much left unsaid between them, so much l
The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the room as Katherine Rogers lay propped up in her bed, her frail form almost swallowed by the heavy blankets. She had never imagined that her life would come to this confined to a bed in a hospital room, surrounded by machines that beeped and hummed in rhythm with her failing body. Katherine had always been a woman of iron will, someone who demanded control over every aspect of her life. But now, she was faced with the bitter reality of aging, illness, and the ever-looming shadow of her mortality. The doctors, Shawn and Tigers had been circling her for days, offering suggestions and alternatives, but none of it seemed to matter. The diagnosis had been clear for weeks: her condition was terminal, her days numbered. But Katherine wasn’t one to simply accept her fate. She had survived far worse. She had outlived her enemies, overcome the business pitfalls that had brought so many others down, and built an empire of her own. Her late husband, Roge
The gleaming walls of the Evelyn Peterson Medical Center seemed to close in around Katherine Rogers as she was wheeled through the hallways. Every step felt like it was leading her deeper into a world she had once scorned, a world she had fought so hard to keep out of her life. The quiet hum of machines, the soft shuffle of footsteps, and the occasional murmur of nurses and doctors only served to highlight the oppressive silence that hung over her. Katherine had been through many battles in her life. She had faced enemies, both personal and professional, and had always emerged victorious. She had built an empire, and she had maintained control over every aspect of her life. But now, she was at the mercy of a place she had always despised — Evelyn Peterson's hospital. As they passed through the corridors, Katherine’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was furious at herself for having to rely on her greatest enemy, and at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a
The sterile smell crowded the hospital rooms even more overpowering here, the bright lights above showing an almost clinical coldness over everything. Katherine Rogers lay motionless, her frail body tucked under white sheets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of the hospital. She could hear the soft click of heels on the polished floors as nurses moved past her room, each absorbed in their own duties. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional beep of machines and the distant murmur of voices from down the hall. She was no longer in control. She had made her decision, albeit reluctantly, and now she was here at the mercy of the Peterson’s empire. The cold realization settled in her chest like a stone. The very people she had spent her life trying to outmaneuver were now the ones holding her fate in their hands. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Katherine had been transported to a private suite, the kind of room that could only be afforded by the rich and influential
Still in the hospital room. Katherine had spent three days already, the nurses and doctors had tried all they could but it seemed like the world was coming to an end for her. The room was still filled with the quiet sound of machinery and the faint scent that pierced through nostrils. The bright lights above flickered over the room. Katherine Rogers lay in the center of the bed, her frail body barely recognizable beneath the thin white sheets. She looked older, weaker than Maverick had ever seen her, and it stung him deeper than he cared to admit.His sister, Peace Churchill, stood at the foot of the bed, her face pale, her eyes clouded with something that could have been grief or guilt or a mixture of both. Maverick shifted uncomfortably, his hands pressed into his pockets. His gaze flickered to his sister, Blossom, whose eyes were red-rimmed from crying earlier. They stood in silence, the moment heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.At the edge of the bed, Katherine’
Kendrick paused, turning to him. His gaze lingered on Katherine’s lifeless body, his hand still resting gently on the door knob. The silence in the room was suffocating, the sound of the heart monitor now replaced by a soft, oppressive stillness. For the first time in years, Kendrick didn’t feel the weight of his former mother-in-law’s domination. Katherine Rogers, the woman who had manipulated, schemed, and controlled everyone and everything around her, was gone?Kendrick felt a strange emptiness, an overwhelming sense of release, but it was also tinged with something darker, a void he couldn’t quite place. His thoughts were interrupted by Maverick’s voice, soft yet full of a strange kind of tension.“Can you help us, please?” Maverick asked calmly. The question hung in the air, and Kendrick turned slowly to face Maverick. There was something in the younger man’s eyes, something raw, something questioning that Kendrick wasn’t sure he had seen before. It was as if Maverick, who
Kendrick sat across from Peterson, his pulse hammering in his ears. The room around them was suffocating in its stillness, as if the very walls were holding their breath. The only sounds were the slow ticking of a clock in the corner of the mansion’s ageing air conditioning system.Peterson didn’t speak immediately, his fingers steepled in front of him as though he were trying to decide how to approach the conversation. Kendrick stared at him, trying to read the man he had known for so long the man who had once been his father in name only. Cold, calculating, always distant. The years of silence between them had been a relief, yet here they were again, face to face, about to untangle a past Kendrick wasn’t sure he was ready to confront.“You wanted to talk,” Kendrick said finally, breaking the silence. His voice came out sharper than he intended, the edge of impatience creeping into his tone. “What is it, Dad? What’s so important that you couldn’t just tell me over the phone?”Peterso
. . . The evening rays shone brightly on the Edgewood mansions of the Roger's family, casting its beaming lights into the majestic halls and pillars, revealing the activities of the day. What caught my attention at most was the exquisite decorations and patterning of flowers and ribbons around the rounded pillars, gracing the environs with colour and skill. This particular day was no ordinary, as it was the Roger's annual dinner celebration marking the achievements of their conglomerates as well as Katherine Rogers 70th birthday. Inside the decorated mansion, the dining hall seemed to come alive as dignitaries from far and near graced the occasion, filling the hall with majestic royalties and exonerated laughter. Katherine Rogers, a woman of no mean reputation, found herself in the midst of her adoring children and grandchildren, who graced the day with a spark of beauty and elegance as they bestowed upon her their luxurious gifts. As the culture of the Roger's family has