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
Charles shifted, his face growing serious. “You’re not going to like this. But you need to hear it. Your sister—Kamsi—she’s been kidnapped. And the people behind it… well, it’s more complicated than you think.” Nathan’s heart pounded harder, his patience thinning. “I already know she’s been kidnapped. I want names.” Charles hesitated, his gaze flickering for just a moment, as though weighing whether or not to continue. Then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table between them. “Alright. But this is going to fuck you up. The people responsible… it’s Mr. Hearst, Vivian Davenport, and…” He paused, locking eyes with Nathan. “...my father. Mr. Donald.” For a moment, there was only silence, the kind that pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe. Nathan’s hands curled into fists, the names echoing in his mind like a death sentence. He had expected enemies—hell, he’d expected the worst. But Mr. Donald? Charles’ father? That son of a bitch was a whole different level
Alex lay in the hospital like a finished man. He was slowly healing from the blow he recieved on his jaw, thanks to Nathan his fucking stepbrother. He could barely speak and found himself useless. Vanessa sat beside him to offer him comfort as she should. She was the only one he had left after all. And his mother who was still in Egypt controlling his business from there. Vanessa was unhappy about the injury and all, but it gave her time to bond with Alex. Finally, he could clear his head from Megan White and would love her better than he ever did. This was all her plan and somehow, Nathan unknowingly helped in bringing it to reality. Vanessa wasn’t exactly sure of what to do with Emma. she didn’t really want to kill her as it would definitely turn back at her. Also, she couldn’t keep her locked in that smelly cell forever. Emma would eventually die. But one thing was certain, she would not allow Emma to see the sun that shines over London, else, her days on earth would be num
As the door clicked shut behind Horus, Alex let out a long, shaky breath. His jaw still throbbed from Nathan's blow, but that wasn't the only thing gnawing at him. No, what really haunted him was Megan. She had been missing for weeks now, and the more time passed, the worse the gnawing fear in his gut became. He didn’t know where the fuck she had gone. They were together, things were good. Hell, he’d even started to feel something real for her—maybe too real. Then she just vanished. No call. No message. Nothing. And with Nathan back in the picture, every day that passed made him think the worst. “Megan…” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the ceiling. Vanessa’s head snapped up at the mention of her name, but she quickly composed herself, smoothing the edges of her dress. She had to play this carefully. “She’s been gone a while now, hasn’t she?” Vanessa said, her voice casual, though she was anything but. The thought of Megan, or Emma—whatever the fuck she called
Vivian dropped the glass of champagne and took a bite out of her cookie. The morning was still young and she was energetic for the day. Though her mind was stuffy and not even a vacuum cleaner could clear out the thoughts in her head at this point. She had become so engrossed in her diabolic acts that it became a regular day activity for her. For example, she just got off the phone with one of her workers back in Mexico and ordered for him to be killed for disobeying orders. And she felt good about it. But what disturbed her most was her family in prison. Enrique her first son and the heir to the family business, Donald his brother, Anita her last child. They were all arrested for the murder of Collins and Candace and for Tecauni's daughter. She was not still sure as to who orchestrated the arrest, but it was certain that Collins —or Nathan as he truly was identified, had planned it all. Oh maybe Gerald? Anyway, she was a smart woman and knew how the game works. She was alw