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
"Kamsi," Nathan said softly, taking a step forward, his voice as steady as he could make it. He could not hold back his tears as he saw his beloved little sister, Kamsi. His tears were hotter than the sun. He began to walk to her slowly, pacing with so much emotions that his feet were trembling. This was his little girl. She had grown big. Memories of when they were little orphans treated like trash and sneaking bread to share came flooding back, piercing through his hardened exterior. Each step forward was a battle against the weight of their shared past, the laughter and tears they'd once held close as a fragile shield against a world that had abandoned them. Kamsi was the only person who could make him break down in this manner, reduce all of his confidence to the very last level. Afterall, she was all he lived for, the very bane of his existence. But as he reached out, Kamsi flinched, pulling back with a look that shattered him more than he could ever admit. There was fear in h
“Oh, Nathan Reed. You have lost, why can you not see this? Huh? You have lost everything, including your sister. You think she was joking when she said she could shoot you?” Donald’s tone became more threatening and serious. Nathan scoffed. “Lies!” Donald scoffed back, stretched out his hand, and his guard standing beside him reached for the pistol in his coat and handed it over to his boss. Donald took it and then leaned in and whispered into Nathan’s ear. “You are about to find out the truth. Do not worry, there is no bullet in it.” Then he walked over to Kamsi. “Daughter, I know how much you have suffered because of him,” Donald said, his voice smooth, almost fatherly as he held out the pistol. “He abandoned you. Left you in the dark while he lived his life. If you really want to make him feel your pain, Kamsi, this is your chance.” Kamsi’s trembling hand reached for the gun, her eyes locked on Nathan’s, burning with a mixture of hatred and hurt. Nathan’s heart sank as he saw
He remembered that day when she walked into his office with Alex. If only he had revealed himself to her since. If only she had been the first person he had met when he arrived in London, all of these stories would have been non-existent. And even now, the urge to tell her the truth was higher than ever. But really, what difference would it make? Kamsi would hate him even more after finding out that he had been in London all this while and hiding himself from her, allowing her to suffer terribly under the hands of another man, other men. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, speaking softly but with unwavering conviction. “I’m sorry, Kamsi. I can’t erase the pain you went through, and I’ll never be able to take back the years we lost. But please, just let me make things right. Let me prove that I’m still your brother.” Kamsi’s jaw clenched, her eyes filled with a mixture of fury and grief. “You’re nothing to me, Nathan. Nothing,” she whispered, venom lacing every word. She
Alex called her over and over again, but Vanessa’s number did not go through. It had been over eight hours, and the evening was setting in. Where was she? He could not leave the hospital yet. He still had over three more days. “I hope she is fine, Loulou. Come on, you should go look for her.” Alex said to his mother. “Oh no! When did I become Vanessa’s bodykeeper? Is she a baby that you should be babysitting?” Loulou’s voice dripped with impatience. She leaned back, crossing her arms, giving Alex a pointed look. “Vanessa is a grown woman, Alex. If she can’t handle herself for a few hours, maybe she isn’t as indispensable as you think.” Alex clenched his jaw, frustration flaring in his eyes. “This isn’t just about her being ‘grown,’ Mother. You know as well as I do that there are people who would jump at any chance to harm us, especially her. Vanessa has critical information that could ruin us if it falls into the wrong hands.” Loulou raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And that’s
“She didn’t say her name, but it is Megan White. You know, the popular Megan White. Should I let her in? I mean, she is attracting crowd in my hospital, everyone wants to take a picture with her.” the doctor said. Alex immediately adjusted his lying position. He quickly sat up. “Did you say Megan White?” he asked. This did not sound good. Alex's mind raced. Emma—Megan, as he knew her—had disappeared without a trace for weeks. He remembered Mr. Frost’s ominous warning: if anything happened to her, he would pay dearly. His chest tightened as he tried to make sense of it. How had she reappeared? Why now? Where had she been? What would she do to him? He really made no single effort in searching for him. Loulou noticed the sudden tension in his face. “What’s wrong, Alex? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Alex forced a dismissive smile, though his heart pounded fiercely. "Nothing, Mother. Just... unexpected." The doctor, sensing the odd shift in the atmosphere, tilted his head in c