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
“Where the heck have you been, Meg? It’s been what… almost a month now. I’ve called and texted and even reported the case to the police. Where have you been?” Alex asked genuinely. Megan simply smiled. “It doesn’t matter anymore now, does it? I’m back and as you can see, I am as perfect as always. Why don’t you introduce your beautiful mom to me?” Megan smiled at him. But Alex knew something was up. First off, she looked really lean and malnourished. It was not so evident, but as a person who had dated her for a while, he knew that she wasn’t the same. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed, replaced by a cold, calculating look that Alex couldn’t ignore. She was still beautiful, no doubt—her skin flawless, her hair perfectly styled—but there was something off about her presence, something that made the air in the room feel heavy. Alex’s mind raced, but he forced himself to stay composed. What happened to her? he thought. Where did she go? He glanced at his mother, who was still eye
Loulou, watching closely, didn’t miss the subtle exchange between the two. Her eyes narrowed, but her smile never faltered. She had a way of reading people, of seeing through their facades. This woman, Megan—or whoever she really was—wasn’t just a chance visitor. There was more to her story, and Loulou wasn’t the type to let things slide. If this was some game, she would play it to win. But Megan’s reason actually sounded genuine, judging from the paleness of her eyes which was an unusual trait. “Oh, what a relief!” Loulou exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she made her way to the sofa. “A model and a real estate agent, hmm? Alex, you certainly know how to pick your women.” Alex shot his mother a pointed look. "Mom, can we not—" Megan interrupted smoothly, “It’s fine. You know, it’s not easy being in the public eye. People expect perfection, and sometimes that means we have to disappear for a while, to heal... to come back stronger.” She glanced at Alex with a knowing l
Cozbi's keen, inquisitive voice cut like a razor across the room. She squinted as she examined Megan with a fresh focus. Loulou tensed, a glimmer of astonishment showing through her composed demeanor. The shock that went through him was too strong even for Alex to conceal. Megan turned back slowly, her posture rigid but her smile gentle, giving the impression that she was unconcerned. "Yes, I have collaborated with Mr. Frost on several projects. In the real estate industry, I am one of his reliable associates. Megan's mind was obviously racing as Cozbi's scrutinizing gaze lingered on her. Finally, with a slow, menacing smile on her lips, she replied, "Interesting." Few people may say they belong to Mr. Frost's inner group. He's a bit of a mystery, don't you think? “Very,” Megan replied smoothly. “But he values loyalty and competence, which is why I’ve had the privilege of working closely with him. Is there something specific you’d like to know about him, Mrs. Reed?” Cozbi’s smile
Megan could see the ambition burning in Cozbi’s eyes, the desire to claw her way to the top no matter the cost. It was almost laughable. Almost. She couldn’t allow Cozbi to fall into her own trap. No, Megan needed Cozbi to believe she was on her side, to think that her ambition was just a small thing in the grand game. "Well," Megan said, her voice cool but laced with the weight of experience, "I don’t doubt that you have the drive. But you have to be very careful who you’re targeting. There’s more at play here than you realize. Mr. Frost doesn’t just hold power—he holds all the cards. And someone like you, Cozbi... well, you wouldn’t want to be caught in the crossfire, would you?" Cozbi’s smile tightened, but Megan could see the wariness creeping into her eyes. She had her attention. Megan wasn’t backing down, but she was playing the part—planting the seed of doubt. After all, she wasn’t about to let Cozbi ruin everything she’d worked for. Cozbi straightened, eyes glinting with
Nathan shut the door and walked to the helicopter, Beatrice and Emma walking behind him. It was an emotional scene as they watched Nathan go. Yet again. Emma was broken and sad. The fact that she could do nothing to help Nathan who had done so much for her was saddening. She wished she could do something to help. He had gone through hell, lost families, lost friends, lost his sister, lost battles and now, he was losing himself. Nathan wore a black suit, a black tie and a black shirt. Everyting he wore from head to toe was pure black, well, except for his necklace. It was a bright-red necklace that Kamsi crafted for him many years ago as a gift for his birthday. He had the necklace on for many years but had always had it hidden inside his clothes. Seeing the beads tingled his eyes and wrecked his soul. But maybe that was the problem, running away from everything when he should be standing and fighting back. And this time, the necklace would be a reminder of that fact. “But Natha