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
Vanessa looked around before entering pushing the door open and quickly shutting it back. She had been taking that risk ever since she had Megan kidnapped and placed inside the old garage down Colton Street. No one really paid any attention to the old garage owned by an old couple. Some mysteries surrounded their death. Some say the old man killed his wife because her mental disorder was beyond his capacity and then he killed himself too. Others said that the couple had been part of some dark dealings in the past, hidden away from the eyes of polite society. They said the couple were drug dealers and when they found out that the authorities were coming for them, they killed themselves to avoid detention. Whatever the story may be, one thing was clear, to date, no one had walked in or out of that door. The police had sealed the house shut forever as a Danger Zone, hence, serving as a burial place for the man and his wife. This was important because the house was cursed. People said
Nathan’s convoy was the longest that London had ever seen in the history of England’ wealth story. Going to pick his sister after 8 years was the most important thing that would happen to him till his death. Many thoughts began to stir within Nathan as he stared out the tinted window of his car, the London skyline passing by in muted shades of grey. Each building, each street, seemed to carry a shadow of his past, ghosts he’d long buried but could still feel lurking. His hands clenched tightly, his jaw set with an intensity that bordered on ferocity. The convoy, an endless line of luxury vehicles, stretched down the streets, causing a stir among onlookers who had no idea the weight of this journey. Every minute that passed felt both like a heartbeat and a lifetime. He was going to see Kamsi again—his sister, the one person who had truly been a part of him, torn away before he even understood what family really meant. The years apart had left him haunted, filled with questions
Nathan didn't say a word. He stood there and let his gaze pierce through each of them, his expression a mask of cold calculation. Silence blanketed the air, thick with tension. The gathered figures shifted uncomfortably, each of them instinctively feeling the chill radiating from him. But they dared not show it. Donald had warned them to act as tough as possible and not show weakness in front of Nathan Reed. Donald broke the silence first, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he stepped forward, hands in his pockets, trying to play the image of casual superiority. “Nathan, my good man, you’ve come a long way,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock courtesy. “I assume you understand the… terms we discussed?” Nathan’s eyes barely flickered, but his mind took in every detail—the smug glances shared between Hearst and Vivian, the way Anastasia’s hand curled possessively around Dave’s arm and Enrique’s barely veiled sneer. He felt a surge of something primal in his chest, a reminder t