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
“My mother? What do you mean 'my mother'?” Alex asked. Vanessa simply shoved the phone to his face. It was indeed her. He saved her with the name ‘LouLou’. “Oh fuck! Why is she calling? I hope it’s not what I’m thinking?” Alex grumbled to himself. “Pick it up!” Vanessa picked up the call and broadened a smile on her face like the woman could see it. “Hello, mom.” She said softly “Ya habibati ibnati! Is that you?” The lady across the phone asked. “Yes, mother. It’s me, Vanessa.” She replied smiling. “How are you, mom? It’s been a while.” “Oh, wa man dha al-dhi? You and Alex never call me. Anyway, where is my son? Tell him that Mommy is at the airport right now. I am in London. Oh, it was such a long, stressful trip from Egypt. These white London people are so rude! Ugh! I heard what happened to Alex. I had to come to see my baby boy!” Loulou said happily. Alex heard and almost slapped his hand across his face. Why the fuck would she take such a trip without telling him?
“Please!!! Please let me go. I won’t say a word. Please.” Kamsi begged the old man. But everyone knew better than to beg Mr Donald. The man was beyond evil. He was Satan himself. And this was why it surprised his family and his men when he decided to give Kamsi really good treatment. Usually, he would lock up his captives in the most horrible prison cells he had built beneath his room. It was worse than torture. Could it be that it was simply because she was a young girl and wouldn’t want to hurt her? “Come on, you know that’s a lie. How many kids does boss have in his dungeon?” Denby asked his colleague, Axton. “Many, mate. Fucking hundreds. He’s a fucking pedo, blud!” Axton replied in agreement. Their jobs as security men —guarding a teenager in a fancy room filled with everything she needed— were far from easy. They had one sole purpose in life and if they messed it up, if they let Kamsi by any slightest chance slip away, then they would spend the rest of their lives as
Usually, Nathan would never go to see anyone no matter how dire the situation was, both as Nathan Reed and as Mr Frost. He was always in charge and would stay in the comfort of his office for anyone who wanted to meet up with him. One time when the Mayor General wanted to meet up with Mr Frost, he had to leave his own home many miles away to come to see Mr. Frost. Nathan Reed was not exactly as powerful as Mr. Frost, not even close. But he had power in the industry as well. His sudden return confirmed it. This was why everyone was shocked to learn that the mighty Nathan Reed would meet Vivian in her own home to discuss what the internet termed A Trivial Matter. Just how important could it be? Why on Earth would someone as powerful as Nathan Reed stoop so low to go to the house of the Davenports who were not even really recognized in London, and whose family was undergoing a crime investigation? The Davenports’ influence and wealth were limited only to Mexico. They only had powe
Moments later, she heard the footsteps—measured, deliberate, heavy with the kind of authority that could crush mountains. Nathan walked into her office without needing an invitation, his presence filling the room with a cold gravity. Vivian forced herself to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes, they were no longer Collins’. They were Nathan Reed’s, and in them, she saw the chilling storm of a man who was ready to do whatever it took. Nathan walked into her office looking like a monster ready to devour even the paintings on the wall. He was not alone. He walked in with two monstrous bodyguards on each side to his left and to his right. His shoes, his suit, his watch, they screamed wealth and opulence. The only person who Vivian feared so much like Nathan was Mr. Frost. “You have something of mine,” Nathan began, voice low, calm, but sharp enough to slice through steel. Vivian opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. This wasn’t the conversation she’d expected. Negotiations
Vivian's face burned with humiliation, the dripping water mixing with the remnants of her dignity as she glared up at Nathan, seething with fury. The old version of her, the commanding matriarch of the Davenports, would never have tolerated such degradation, but the man standing before her wasn’t anyone she could control or manipulate anymore. Nathan stood there, calm, almost indifferent, as if her fury meant nothing to him. He shoved the mirror closer, forcing her to confront the reflection of her true self—the one she’d spent decades hiding behind makeup, power, and cruelty. Vivian blinked, the harsh reality staring back at her: a woman stripped of her influence, reduced to nothing by the very man she once used as a pawn. Rebecca and Racheal stood frozen at the doorway, their wide eyes betraying the terror they felt. This wasn’t the Nathan they had heard about. This was something far worse. He was ruthless, unflinching, and absolutely in control. Vivian gritted her teeth, her vo
Vivian, on the other hand, was emboldened by Nathan’s silence. She believed she had him cornered, and that smug confidence oozed from her voice. "Secondly," she continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "you will give us financial reparation for the damage caused. Donald wants no less than a hundred million pounds wired to his accounts. You’ll also return everything you’ve taken from the Davenports over the years—every piece of property, every contract, every ounce of power you stole.” She paused, watching Nathan closely, expecting anger or resistance, but all she got was a blank stare. It unnerved her slightly, but she pressed on. “And lastly,” Vivian said, leaning forward, her voice barely above a whisper, “you’ll leave London. Forever.” For a moment, the room was silent. Nathan sat there, staring at her with an unreadable expression. Then, he leaned back slightly, clasping his hands together, his gaze unblinking. "Is that all?" His voice was calm, dangerously calm. Vi