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
“Oh, my dear son…” Cozbi said as soon as she pushed the door open. Without hesitation, she rushed over to Alex, her hands reaching for his disheveled hair, smoothing it down as though it could erase the turmoil he had been through. “Look at you. Nathan really did you bad, eh?” she exclaimed loudly, her voice laced with exaggerated concern. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be still asleep. He wasn’t ready to face his mother, not now, not with everything going on. Loulou’s presence, though comforting to some, always made him feel like he was under a microscope, judged for his every weakness. “Welcome to London, Loulou,” Vanessa said with a thin smile, trying to mask her discomfort with the woman’s presence. Vanessa had always admired Loulou’s strength, but there was something about her intensity that could suffocate a room. Still focused on her son, Loulou ignored Vanessa’s greeting and turned her full attention back to Alex, gently shaking him. “You! Are you even feeding
“Oh come on, Mom. You brought something edible all the way from Egypt? Africa? It’s gonna get spoilt!” Alex grumbled. “Oh, where are your manners? Is that how you say thank you? Does Vanessa not teach you anything? Huh?” Cozbi rang dissapointedly. She then signaled to her maid who rolled her super expensive storage back with an inbuilt microwave and refrigerator in it. “Oh wow. You really prepared for this journey Loulou. How long do you plan on staying?” Alex chuckled nervously. “Come on, abni… I only got here. Maybe a year or less.” She smiled and began to bring out the meals from the box. ‘Fuck!’ Alex sighed and looked at Vanessa who was looking outside the window angrily. She was not pleased with Cozbi’s presence either. Did she not recognize her as Alex’s wife-to-be? “Yes, that’s right. Baklava and your favorite lamb kofta," Cozbi finished with a proud smile, carefully laying out the food on the table as if it were a grand feast. "You always loved these when you were lit
Cozbi leaned back, her gaze intense. “That’s my boy. Don’t you ever forget why you are doing this! Revenge for us. Your dad sent you away to Africa when you were still in my womb. He made sure we saw hell and he almost tried to kill us, Alex. If he was alive, oh madha kunt sa'afeal lahi… even the devil would have been scared of me. But we have his son. “Look son, we will break every bone in his body. We will kill that little fucking girl he cares to much about. The idea is to make sure every trace of your father’s generation or family is gone, completely out of existence. And when that happens, we would be the only Reeds left in the world.” She paused briefly, “God, how I hate calling that name! Curse you, Daniel. I hope the devil fucks your ass with a hot rod in hell. If he doesn’t, I will come to hell with the head of Nathan and Kamsi and I will insert a hot rod inside your fucking ass.” Alex was short of words. Vanessa was also shocked. Cozbi’s mouth was more rotten than the
Vanessa, who had been silent throughout the exchange, finally spoke, her voice cautious. “He’s right, mom. Mr. Frost is... something else. I’ve seen him in action. He’s the kind of man who moves in shadows, and when he strikes, it’s always devastating. And always unexpected.” Cozbi’s eyes flashed dangerously. "So, you're both scared of this man? What did I raise, cowards? Okay, I understand if Vanessa cannot do this. I didn’t really raise her. But you, Alex?" Alex clenched his fists, but this time there was no anger in his voice—only steel resolve. "We are not cowards. We are survivors. And I plan to survive this, but going after Mr. Frost now will only guarantee one thing—our destruction." Cozbi scoffed. “You underestimate me, Alex. I’ll deal with Mr. Frost, and I’ll deal with Nathan. I’m not afraid to take them both on. I will become the biggest and most powerful woman in all of London and maybe in the world. That has always been the dream.” Alex's expression grew darker. “You