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
“Look, Samuel Langford, we have a good business relationship and I do not wish to ruin it. So, I ask you to give me some more time to sort some things out and I will pay your shares. You know my daughter just got married and I need to revive financially. The least you can do right now is support me.” Donald said coldly. Samuel was a truly good man, kind at heart, and forgiving. But he had limits, yielding points. And when he has reached his yielding point, he doesn’t take no for an answer. “You are right about one thing, Donald, business relationship. And of course, I did support your daughter’s wedding more than you know. So, to keep this good relationship flowing, I would advise you to make arrangements for your debts. I cannot wait indefinitely for you to sort your finances. I have my own responsibilities and obligations to meet.” Samuel’s voice was steady, his gaze unwavering as he assessed Donald’s reaction. Donald shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Samuel’s words pressing
As soon as he was inside, Donald rushed to him and grabbed his throat. “It was you, right? It was you who told Samuel, who told Nathan Reed. It was fucking you. Today is the day you die, son.” Charles struggled to breathe. “Tell them what, dad? What are you talking about?” he managed to say, trying his best not to appear scared. If he did, his father would smell the fear and he would be exposed. Donald gently released his grip on his son’s neck. He honestly did not mind killing his own son. He would do it over and over and over again. It was honestly not the first time he had his son killed. Charles was the only child he had left. He had married Sophia out to the Hearst family and he had sacrificed his own son one time to secure his wealth. But he had to be more careful with Charles. Charles was his only son and the only person who would take over his empire when he died. If he dies! “Are you saying you don’t know? You don’t know anything?” Donald asked, his nerves getting cal
His mind quickly drifted to his mom. Her last smile before the angels took her to heaven. She was so beautiful, so quiet, so calm. But she married her opposite and paid for it dearly. His mother taught him how to paint, how to find peace in art and to be a good kid, despite the kind of father he had. He grew up, spending years wanting to fit in with his peers. This made him form a clique with Dave and Anastasia back in college days. Only to have his heart broken, making him cry like a baby, a weak man. Why did he cry? He promised himself to be ruthless. But one thing was sure, he was not going to let his father cause any harm, mentally or physically on Kamsi. No matter how much he craved to be ruthless, he would not! “Father,” he began cautiously, searching for the right words, “you can’t—” Donald cut him off, his voice icy. “You think I’m just going to let Nathan walk away without consequences? He needs to understand that we’re not to be trifled with. This isn’t about right or
The news shocked the whole of London, especially among the elites who knew the weight of the man’s name and the power he held. The news reporter continued, her voice carrying an unusual tension: “Former CEO of the Reed Empire, Nathan Reed, has just released a video alongside an open letter, formally apologizing to the families of Mr. Donald and Mr. Hearst for, as he states, ‘the irreparable harm caused to them on the day of their wedding.’ In his statement, he takes full responsibility for his actions and expresses his regret for any disruptions that may have stained the couple’s day of celebration.” The television screen flashed to Nathan’s unhappy face, a look of weariness etched into his features. To those watching, it seemed almost surreal. The man who had once exuded dominance and charisma now appeared subdued, and contrite. It was a twist no one had anticipated. “But there’s more,” the reporter continued, her tone dropping to a whisper as though she could scarcely believe he
“Look, look at this, Kamsi. Your own brother is leaving you again. He is leaving London, just like he did to you 6 years ago.” Ann, the psychologist said, shoving the tablet to Kamsi’s face. Kamsi gradually took the phone and watched her brother. Teardops from her eyes wet the screen. This was her brother. Nathan, her brother that she hadn’t seen in years. He looked so… so different, so mature and… there was something cold in his eyes. She missed him so much. But at that point, she began to doubt if Nathan even loved her or missed her the way she did. He left her 6 years ago without saying goodbye. He returned and did not bother to look for her. And now, he was going to leave her again. “You see? Look, girl, I understand how you feel. My own father left me and my mom when I was still a child. He left me in the hands of my wicked uncle and…” Ann wiped the drop of tear from her eyes. “And I almost ended my own life. My uncle raped me, molested me and…” Ann paused, taking a sha
Charles tried to reach out to her again, his hand suspended in mid-air. He wanted to say something—anything—that might break through her hardened exterior. But he could see the torment in her eyes, the walls she had built around her heart after years of betrayal and disappointment. He recognized that look, that armour of anger, built only by those who had suffered deeply. And truly, she had every right. Every right in the world to act the way she was acting and to be a villain. She had been subjected to so much pain than it was already slowly taking over her. “Kamsi,” he said, his voice a gentle whisper, “Listen, I understand that you’re hurt. And no one can blame you for feeling this way. But revenge will only trap you in the same pain that keeps haunting you. It won’t heal the wounds or bring back the years you’ve lost.” Kamsi shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never been abandoned by the only person you thought cared about you.” Charles sw
The first person to walk out was Enrique. He looked like a man soaked into a camel’s poop and was looking for the person who did it to rip him or her to pieces. Behind him were Donald, Anita and finally, April Freeman who was confused as to how she was freed and why Nathan was standing there. What was going on? April’s legs were shaking. She had expected to serve more years in prison. But she was bailed out. Could it be by Nathan? Was that why he was there? Because of her? ‘No! It is not possible. He definitely hates you more than ever before.’ She reassured herself. Enrique walked up to Nathan sniffing in fresh air like he had never breathed in any before. He got so close to Nathan that Nathan’s security men had to push him away. Nathan, despite wanting to be quiet, had to speak up first. “You smell like you’ve taken a dip in a sewer,” Nathan remarked, his voice dry and unamused. Enrique’s glare intensified, his face a contorted mask of rage and frustration. “Watch yourself,