Jason leaned against the window a bit longer, his breath fogging up the glass as the chill from outside seeped into the room. The empty street was still; the occasional flicker of a streetlight the only sign of life beyond the mansion. His thoughts spun in circles, but he forced himself to calm down, knowing that agitation wouldn’t help him pinpoint the threat. He exhaled, pushing off the windowsill, and made his way back toward the bed. The woman shifted slightly under the duvet, her face still relaxed, peaceful, and unaware of the turmoil swirling inside him. Jason stopped at the edge of the bed, watching her for a few moments. For someone who spent most of his life in control, it was strange how easily things could spiral when the unknown came knocking.His phone buzzed on the nightstand, its soft vibration cutting through the silence. Jason reached for it, his eyes narrowing when he saw the name flash across the screen—Gerald. Of course, it would be him at this hour. "Couldn't e
The Majestic Skies building was bustling with energy as usual. Employees hurried from one department to another, some with coffee in hand, others balancing papers and tablets. Phones rang, printers hummed, and the constant clicking of keyboards filled the air. Through the large glass windows of the towering structure, one could see the busy city streets, with cars honking and pedestrians moving about with purpose. The sleek, modern interior of the building contrasted with the chaos outside. Inside, everything felt organized, with clean lines, minimalist décor, and cool tones of gray and white giving the environment an aura of professionalism.Paul sat in the driver’s seat, parked just outside the entrance. Ethan had asked him to drop him off earlier, and Paul had been left with little to do but wait. He leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. Just as his thoughts began to drift, his phone buzzed again. A message appeared on the s
The evening sun cast a soft golden glow over the Anderson mansion, illuminating its majestic exterior as Ethan stepped through the front door. The day's work had been long and tedious, but being back home offered a sense of solace. As he entered, the cool, serene atmosphere of the mansion greeted him—large glass windows showcased the picturesque garden outside, and the soft hum of the air conditioning made the interior feel refreshing. The mansion, with its vast halls and lavish décor, always had an air of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaotic world outside.Ethan quietly made his way upstairs, his mind drifting to Sandra. Ever since she had started staying at the mansion, his protective instincts had grown stronger. He hadn’t seen her since the morning, and he figured it was best to check on her before retreating to his study. As he approached the guest room where she had been staying, he slowly pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the soft light filtering through
The low hum of the engine cut through the silence of the secluded street as a sleek, black car with tinted windows pulled up to a shadowed corner. The vehicle moved like a phantom, coming to an abrupt halt, its engine purring softly before dying out. The moon’s light barely touched the car’s polished surface, giving it an aura of mystery. No streetlights illuminated this forgotten corner of the city, adding to the sense of isolation that clung to the atmosphere like a thick fog.The back door of the car clicked open, and Denera quickly slid inside, closing the door behind her with an audible thud. Her movements were deliberate, cautious, as if the shadows themselves might be watching. She glanced around the darkened interior of the car and met Gerald’s gaze. He sat across from her, leaning back with a calm expression, though the tension in his posture was palpable. The small space between them felt stifling, charged with a mixture of anticipation and unease.“We can’t keep meeting
The sun filtered through the tall glass windows of the Majestic Skies Building, casting long shadows across Ethan’s expansive office. The room was immaculate, as always, with sleek, modern furniture and subtle decor that reflected power and authority. The air was cool from the central air conditioning, and the faint hum of the city below felt like a distant whisper in this high-rise sanctuary.Ethan sat behind his large mahogany desk, surrounded by an avalanche of paperwork. It was as if the world had decided to place all of its burdens directly onto his desk that morning. Documents were stacked in neat piles, ranging from various project updates, financial reports, and progress briefs for the monument project—a cornerstone of his ambitions. As the leader of one of the most powerful houses, Ethan had grown accustomed to this level of pressure, but today felt different. The weight of everything had grown heavier since the last meeting with the other house leaders.His fingers move
The clock struck 8pm on a peaceful Wednesday night, the wind gentle and had a touch of serenity. A good night to die some might even say.In an isolated warehouse down the streets, the atmosphere inside was not the same with the one outside, far from sedated. "What do you mean double? That's just too outrageous!” Ethan hollered in fury."The rule is the rule. Pay up or face the consequences." An average height man answered back. He had a scar that ran across his face.Following the man’s utterance, the five bodyguards that stood behind him flashed their weapons at Ethan.Seeing how stupid it would be to be stubborn, Ethan calmed down. "Listen, I-I didn't expect the interest to become this high.""It's nothing personal. It's simply business,” the Mafia Boss responded as he took a seat, pouring himself a glass of whiskey."Look paying back the initial hundred thousand dollars is extremely difficulty, but now you want two hundred thousand dollars? Please I'm going to need more time to c
The Warehouse door banged wide apart, a group of men clothed in black trooped in. Their feet marching in unison as they stormed into the warehouse. They had on black glasses, albeit it was evening and were harmed with assault rifles.It was obvious what kind of men they were, guards who were professionally trained and battle ready. They wore on their faces a big stern look, each taking a fearful stance. Their presence alone brought chills to everyone’s system. The mafia boss, his men, and Ethan inclusive. All exhaling The men formed a semi circle, facing Ethan and the Mafia, their guns aimed at all of them.This was a complete shift in events. No one knew what could happen the very next second, and no one had the nerve to dare to find out."Who the hell are you guys? What gives you the right to barge into my turf?" The Mafia boss summoned courage to ask. He couldn't let these men undermine his Power in front of his men. This was his territory and he had to defend it from these men.
The gangsters took to their heels and ran out of the warehouse with the box full of money. They couldn't risk turning their backs on the men.Ethan still could not make sense of all that happened. It was as if reality itself had fractured, leaving him to figure out what was real and not.Maybe this was all a terrible dream and he would wake up the next day back to normal. Normalcy was all he craved at the moment. "I can see you're still in shock Young Master " the Old man said upon observation. "It's understandable, anyone would feel this way when given such news." He added.The strength to speak was nowhere to be found in Ethan. "You are the heir to the Biggest consortium in the world." The old man dropped the bomb with a proud smile placed widely on his face.Mouth slightly opened but words couldn't escape, Ethan took a step back. He needed a minute to process what he was hearing.Ethan's eyes lit up with shock. Heir? To the biggest consortium? Today just kept pouring out extreme