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,
Vivian stiffened, her hands clenched into fists. She took a single step forward, her voice dangerously low. “Justice?” she hissed. “Justice, Nathan? What do you know of justice? You’re just like the rest of us—pretending to be better when, in fact, you’re just a wolf in a different coat.” Nathan smirked, a humourless curve of his lips. “If I’m a wolf, Vivian, then let me make one thing clear,” he replied, his eyes flickering with an icy resolve. “This wolf knows how to hunt. And when the time comes, I’ll be the last thing any of you see.” Silence fell heavily as they all absorbed his words. April, who had been watching quietly, felt her chest tighten, a spark of fear mingling with the old, unresolved feelings she still harboured for Nathan. She opened her mouth, but no words came; her mind raced with questions, guilt, and the sharp realisation that Nathan was here not out of love, not out of nostalgia, but with an agenda as cold and unforgiving as he’d become. Anita finally broke
Anita’s face was streaked with silent tears, her own choices clawing at her conscience. She had been complicit, if not directly, then by association. She had known the truth for so long but stayed, enthralled by the Davenport power and the legacy her family had promised her. She thought back to Henry’s devastated face, his shattered trust on their wedding night, the pain in his eyes as he realised who her family truly was. Henry’s words echoed in her mind, words that had tormented her every night since. “You had a choice, Anita. You could have left, but you didn’t. And now, there’s nothing left for us.” Nathan’s voice softened, but the anger in it still burned. “I would’ve given anything to have just one more day with her, but that’s impossible now because of all of you. This isn’t just a power struggle or a fight over empires. You crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.” Nathan’s security team stepped forward, sensing the emotional intensity and preparing for anything. But Nat
April reached out, her hand shaking as she tried to touch him, but he stepped away before she could. “You’re right,” she said softly, tears spilling down her face. “But I’m not asking for your forgiveness, just...a chance to prove that I still care. Even if it’s too late.” Nathan’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment, but then he steeled himself once more, his expression hardening. “It is too late, April. There’s nothing left between us. Whatever love I had...died long ago.” He turned his back to her, signalling to his guards. “Nathan please… please..” she cried out in agony as he walked away. As they started to escort her away, April’s sobs filled the empty hallway. She was left with only the hollow ache of regret, watching as Nathan walked further out of her reach—his heart a fortress she would never break into again. But still, she ran after him outside. Unfortunately, Nathan was far gone. As soon as Nathan was about to get into his car, he noticed another person exit a car