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?
Neil sat in his cell, wallowing in anger and self-pity. Marcus got him. Marcus got him really bad in the most unexpected way. He was so not prepared for the return of Marcus from the dead. He truly thought the dude had passed on and he was willing to live on with that reality. It had only been one month, but he was already looking like a shadow of his former self. His once immaculate suit was now tattered, the sharp lines of his face gaunt from sleepless nights and scarce meals. The walls of the cell felt like they were closing in, suffocating him with the weight of his failures. His once-filled pot belly was reduced to a sheet of paper as he was not treated favorably in prison both by the officers and the inmates. He became more calm and quiet. Life in prison had humbled his poor soul. How had it come to this? How had he, Neil—the ever-powerful CEO, the man who answered to no one—ended up rotting in a cell while Marcus, his friend whom he once dismissed as irrelevant, orchestrat
“Boss, do not go in,” Beatrice begged. “We can storm in there and if Kamsi is in there, I promise you, we will get her out. It is my job to make sure you are safe at all times. Boss, please,” But Nathan was adamant. He had to be. The instructions were clear: ‘If I see anyone else, or if you’re late… well, let’s just say you’ll lose more than just your sister.’ He did not know who the person was, but the person did not sound like he was bluffing. He or she meant business. “Just do as I say, Beatrice. Do not send security my way. I do not know if the person even has Kamsi in here. But one thing is certain, my sister will be fine and I will rescue her. Just stick to our former plan. Secure all of London. No living or non-living thing should be allowed into or out of London. Inform the Mayor of London and the Monarch. Inform them it is an emergency order. All borders should be closed. They would not question my order!” Nathan said. And truly, they would not. Known as Mr Frost, h