Alex, sensing his advantage, staggered to his feet, his smug grin returning despite the red marks around his throat. He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and took a few steps forward, towering over Nathan now, reclaiming the space. "You see?" Alex said, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you're a monster, Nathan? You think you can come back here and terrify everyone with your empty threats? You're nothing. You’ve always been nothing." Nathan's tears blurred his vision, but he could still see Alex, standing there like a devil made flesh. Every word cut deeper, reminding him of all the failures, the helplessness. Kamsi. Fred. Everyone he had failed to protect because he was too focused on vengeance. "You talk about revenge," Alex sneered. "But you're too soft to follow through. You’ve always been weak. That’s why you lost everything, Nathan. You lost your empire, your family, your life. And now, you're losing again." Nathan clenched his fists, but his strength was sa
She wanted to lie, to say no. But something inside her could no longer keep running. “Yes. I am.” After seeing what her actions had caused Nathan, she knew she deserved punishment. The police would be arresting her for murder which she didn’t do on purpose, but she was going to allow herself to get arrested to suffer for what she did to Nathan, how she betrayed him. A guy who truly loved her. She had the chance to speak up and tell him what Alex was planning. But she was after her selfish interest. And now, she needed to pay. “Are you crazy?” Marcus asked her but she ignored him. “Miss April Freeman, you are under arrest for the murder of Amanda Witson that occurred 6 years ago. We have been looking head and heels for you. You think you can run forever huh?” Marcus immediately stepped in. “Officers, you cannot…” but he was immediately tased and fell to the floor. He could only watch helplessly as April was being handcuffed and carried away, knowing that this could be it.
Nathan roared down the streets of London in his car. His hands gripped the wheel tighter than before, knuckles white, as thoughts of his sister, Fred, and Candace swirled in his head. He couldn’t control the tears that forced its way out of his tender eyes. Candace’s last words rang in his ear. While she was dying, he was weak and helpless, doing absolutely nothing. Therefore, Alex was right. He thought he was a monster, a strong entity. A beast. Yet, he couldn’t protect those he loved. But one thing was clear. Nathan was not going to run away like he did last time. No. He wasn’t going to allow himself to get totally defeated this time again. Thankfully, he left Alex with a threat. This was a game. Alex may have defeated Nathan Reed, but he had not defeated Mr Frost. He wouldn’t dare because it would be impossible. Therefore, the real deal was about to set in. The real revenge at its peak was finally here and it would be more brutal, more dramatic than some wedding announcemen
He pulled Fred closer, feeling the warmth leave his body. Nathan’s fingers trembled as they brushed against the bullet wounds on Fred’s chest. There were too many. Alex’s men had made sure he didn’t stand a chance. Nathan screamed, a guttural, agonizing cry that echoed through the empty woods. This wasn’t just another loss. This was another person he had failed to protect. Another loved one torn away from him because of Alex’s cruelty. He could have stopped this—should have stopped this. If only he hadn’t been so consumed with revenge, so blinded by his own pain. Fred was gone, and it was Nathan’s fault. “I’m so sorry, Fred,” Nathan whispered through his sobs. “Fuck me! Fuck MEEE!!” He slammed his head on the wall beside him. He smashed his head over and over again until blood began to run down his nostrils. And he deserved it. He deserved every second of pain he felt, ticking like a time bomb that would never explode. The rage, sorrow, and guilt all came crashing down at once,
Emma tried to warm herself by rubbing her palms together and blowing air into them. It worked, but only lasted for a second or two and had little or no effect at all. The cold was freezing and her body was almost exposed as she had torn her clothes and used it to clot her blood. She was tired of crying and had gotten used to the pain, the limited oxygen, the animalistic treatment from Vanessa. Yes, she was reduced to nothing but an animal locked in a small, dark cell, barely big enough to stretch her legs. The damp air stung her skin, and the cold stone walls pressed in on her like a suffocating blanket. Emma's breaths were shallow, each one painful as if her lungs had forgotten how to expand fully. She felt like a prisoner, but worse—she felt like a forgotten animal, discarded by the world. Her mind wandered to the life she once had, to the people she thought she could order. She was fucking Megan White and would not even treat her own livestock this way. Vanessa had gone to t
But Emma was not smiling, neither was she frowning. Her face was as still as the Great Wall of China. No emotions. Just a blank stare. “Aw, poor thing. Well, Nathan has returned!” Vanessa announced. “He attended the Hearst family’s wedding and shocked the world. I mean, everyone thought he had died and was rotting in the grave like you are rotting away in this cell.” “But nope. He came back and even bid for a painting for $250 Million! Can you believe that?” Vanessa acted surprised. ‘Nathan is back?’ Emma asked herself. She had also thought that her former boss was dead. 6 years. 6 long years and she did not hear a word from him or about him. So, it was safe to assume that after he was kicked out, he commited suicide. But no. He was back. How?! Emma’s heart began to smile through the pain. There was a sudden flicker of hope that ignited in her heart. One thing was sure. If Nathan was back and finds out how she had loyally stuck to him when Alex threatened her, he would defini
Nathan hurriedly drove, stepping on the pedal with full force like his life depended on it. And it probably did. Kamsi was all alone in the hospital and he had not assigned any security guard to her hospital room. Alex had killed Fred because he did not have any security measures. Fred was all alone in the middle of the woods, brewing his coffee every morning and sitting by the fireplace every night. It was the life that Fred had wanted to end with. He wanted to truly live life before he passed on. But the least Nathan could do was place hundreds of security guards in the woods around his little cottage to protect him, even against his wish. But no. He was busy preparing for vengeance, for a mighty comeback that he totally forgot about Fred’s vulnerability. Now, Fred was gone, and the weight of that failure pressed down on Nathan’s chest like a thousand bricks from the Genesis construction site. His mind raced as fast as his car, swerving through the traffic on the busy Lond
Nathan suddenly lost balance and crumpled to the floor, his mind spinning with disbelief. For a moment, he couldn't process it—his sister, was gone, just like that. The empty hospital bed, the sterile smell of antiseptics, the faint echo of distant monitors—it all mocked him. Everything had unraveled in seconds. Kamsi had slipped away right under his nose. His breath came in ragged bursts, the realization sinking in like a slow, agonizing burn. Marcus. The name now tasted bitter on his tongue. Why would Marcus claim to be her brother? And if it wasn’t Marcus, who were these men that had taken her? Nathan immediately grabbed the receptionist’s jaw, giving her the most deadly look the poor lady had ever seen in her entire life working in the hospital. But Nathan didn’t care. He had never lifted his hand on a woman before. But the emotions he felt could not just be expressed by mere words. Actions needed to be felt. “What… what the fucking fuck do you mean some men took my sister?