“Has it been done?” Nathan asked Fred. After a few seconds, Fred texted back with a yes. “You should have seen him beg like a dog. And yes, his son is indeed a spoilt young man!” Fred admitted. “Good, Now, he has three days to pay up the share fees. If he is unable to do so in that time frame, we will continue with our plan. We offer to buy his company before it crashes.” Nate texted back. “Now, come get me out of this fucking cell. It is a disaster here!” After a few minutes, a Mercedes Maybach pulled over in front of the police station. Fred stepped out looking elegant and expensive. The aura and charisma he carried passed a clear information to onlookers as to who he really was. “Hello, sir,” the female police officer at the counter welcomed Fred with utter respect. Judging from his status and looks, she could tell that really, this was a man of high value. “Save your greetings, I have a release order for Nathan Reed immediately!” He ordered. The officer nodded
The morning was a beautiful one for Nathan. He slept well and did not bother waking up to prepare for school as he was under suspension. He actually needed to have a good night’s rest. He had the most busy month of his entire life. As soon as he was out of bed, he walked into the kitchen to prepare himself a cup of coffee. He looked at the world through the facade of his window and he admired the serenity that lavished his mighty home. It was empty, really empty. Sometimes, he would even hear his own echoes when he made calls. He needed people around. Despite the fact that he loved living in solitude, it was mentally exhausting. He thought about his friends, Marcus and Neil. He understood their feelings and chose to see things from their perspectives. They had every right to be angry. He never told them who he was and how he got his wealth. He wished they would understand that he despised attention and he only desired to keep his wealth a secret. How would they react if he just
Nathan flared up. He was boiling with rage. From the records he amassed, the company made over $85 million every single month from sales and over $50 million from revenue. Why then would paying staff their dues be an issue? Why should it be delayed? “What is your due, woman?” Nathan asked gently, trying not to express his anger in front of his worker. “$20,000, sir. And please, I beg of you, keep this conversation between us. If Mr. Bernard finds out I’ve spoken this way about this company, I will be kicked out for good, maybe even arrested. He is not a very pleasing man.” Emily explained. Nathan shook his head in disbelief and dissatisfaction. He had expected more. A lot of changes would be made around here. But one thing that kept him calm was the receptionist’s attitude. She just smiled through it all. She did not act like someone who took these matters hatefully. She was a good lady and deserved to be recognized. “Spill me your account details, I want to thank you for
“Hello, how may we assist you?” The officer asked David. “Oh, um.. hi. I’m David Lynch. My father is Mr. Lynch, the owner of D Royals restaurant. He owns…” “That is absolutely great, sir. Now, why are you here?” The lady in black cut Dave short quickly before he narrated his whole wealth story right there. “Ummm… I’m here with regards to a guy held hostage here. Nathan Reed. He was locked up cause he stole an expensive car.” Dave explained explicitly. The lady looked suspiciously at Dave. “Is there a problem, Mr. Lynch? You seem to be interested in this person. Are you perhaps involved in this case yourself?” The police lady asked, scheming to draw words from Dave’s mouth. “No, no. Why would you say such a thing?” he asked, feigning annoyance. “Nathan was my classmate and we were friends in college. So, I want to see him right away!” he ended in a commanding tone. The police officer grinned and gave Dave a ‘I don’t believe you’ look. “Well, Mr. Lynch, if you are Nathan’s
Ms. Johnson looked taken aback but quickly composed herself. "I’m afraid that information is confidential. Our clients’ privacy is of utmost importance." Anastasia leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "This isn’t just about privacy. We’re being publicly humiliated, and our reputations are at stake." Ms. Johnson sighed, understanding the gravity of their situation. "I understand your frustration, but our agreement with Mr. Humble Bunny is strictly confidential. I can assure you, however, that our partnership with him is legitimate and above board." Charles, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "What if we told you we believe Mr. Humble Bunny is using illegal means to undermine us? Would that change anything?" Ms. Johnson’s expression softened slightly. "If you have concrete evidence of any illegal activity, we would be obligated to investigate. But without proof, our hands are tied." Dave clenched his fists in frustration. "This isn’t over. We’ll find a way to expose him." Ms.
The trio froze, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion. They had been convinced that Nathan was Mr. Humble Bunny, but now, standing before them was someone entirely different. Charles held his head high as he tried to understand if this would be the point in his life where he would begin to choose facts over beliefs. He believed with all his heart that Nathan was the bunny guy. Not a single soul would have changed his mind. But guess he was wrong. He felt bad for ever having so much belief in his intuition rather then on comprehensive facts. Anastasia was the first to regain her composure. "Who are you?" she demanded, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. The young man smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "As I said, I am Mr. Humble Bunny. But you can call me Adrian. Adrian Caldwell." Charles glanced at Dave and Anastasia, trying to gauge their reactions. "So, you're the one who bought ReyLux and trashed the Bunny Diamonds?" he asked cautiously. Adrian nodded. "T
“Sure, April.” Nathan replied. “Are you truly that Bunny dude? Tell me the truth!” She asked. Nathan sighed silently. “No! No I am not. Come on, you want to compare me to that crazily rich guy?” He replied. April went silent for a while. She had confirmed that Nathan was not the Bunny guy. That guy felt like a god. So hard to reach, yet his influence was felt so closely. “I heard that you were released. Look, I know you are not a thief. Dave was the person who framed you. He hates you so much, Nathan and I hear he is planning to do away with the Humble guy. If you are involved in any of this, please, stay away. You are a good guy and you don’t deserve to be treated badly!” April said. Nathan just stood there, speechless, his phone held up against his ear. April truly cared about him. He saw it the day she stood in for him when Dave was trying to bully him. She stood up for him and had a sudden burst of bravery. That was remarkable. It was something Amanda never had. “Um,
“Hey, Neil! Neil, wait up!” Nathan called out, running after Neil who had his AirPods on. After running for a while, he met up with him and stopped him. He was already panting from running that hard. “Hey bro! You gotta keep those AirPods back into their houses. They could get you killed someday.” Nathan said, panting. Neil looked at Nathan. Different emotions encamped around his face. He pushed away any intrusive thoughts and just opened his arms to hug his bro. Nathan was surprised. He had expected Neil to be angry and upset with him. The hug felt good though. “Look, Neil, I am so sorry and I…” “I believe you!” Neil suddenly cut in. “Huh? You mean you believe that I am not a robber?” Nathan asked. Neil nodded yes in response. “Look, man. I’m sorry I doubted you! I just couldn’t believe that any one could be this fucking rich overnight and I still don’t know how you were able to afford that ride, bro. But if there is one thing I am certain of, it’s that my bro a
Then, he pointed to some images of some really big and influential business men and women along with top tier kids with the X mark on them with a marker paint? Or blood? It didn’t matter. The message was clear. “Listen, Kamsi, the world is a gameboard,” Donald said, his tone cold and deliberate. “And every single player is either an asset or a liability. Those marked here…” —he gestured to the images with red Xs— “were liabilities. People who stood in the way of progress. My progress. And now, they’re nothing. Pew… Vanished like thin air!” Kamsi’s eyes scanned the board. She recognized some faces—politicians, CEOs, heirs to fortunes. People who, at one point, seemed untouchable. Yet here they were, reduced to mere trophies on Donald’s twisted scoreboard. “So, this is your playbook?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and disdain. “You decide who lives and who dies?” Donald smiled, a dark and knowing expression. “Not quite. I don’t kill for sport, Kamsi. I kill
“Where are you going child?” Asked Donald. Kamsi paused and turned around. “I’m going to kill Alex,” She said flatly. “Since you are not going to do anything even though I’ve told you all the things he did to me. So, I am going to take matters into my own hands!” Donald smiled and scoffed. He got up from his office chair, walked to the front of his table and sat on it. “Tell me how exactly you plan to do that child! You’re gonna just show up to his face and put a bullet through his skull?” He asked. “Well, yes. That is exactly what I am doing. I don’t think you understand the things he did to me. Every night for years I cried my lungs out! You’re becoming too weak and…” “Shh…” Donald shushed her and walked towards her. Then, he placed her head on his chest. “Let it out kid. Let it out.” “Now… now my fucking brother is dead and I was not the one who killed him. I deserved to be the one to take his life, Donald!” Kamsi's voice cracked as she buried her face in his chest. Her
“Who the fuck are you?” cried the dude in pain as he managed to pick himself up and ran away. Emily, seeing that their attack and defense system was weak, began to back off. “Fuck you! You are fighting for this ugly, bitch. This is not new to her, stupid. Her boyfriend does worse every day. Good luck saving her from herself and from her boyfriend. You are a fool!” Emily then ran along with the rest of them. Those words rang in Mr. Frost’s ear over and over again, ‘Her boyfriend does worse everyday!’ That explained so much. So much. Her innocent smile, the bag beneath her eye, the hesitation in her voice, and the way she deflected kindness—it all made sense now. Mr. Frost clenched his fists, his sharp mind processing every detail with surgical precision. He turned to Clara, who was slumped on the ground, her arms shielding her face as though bracing for more blows. “Clara,” he said softly, his tone stripped of its usual calculation, replaced with genuine concern. “It’s over. Yo
Emily glared at her but said nothing, muttering under her breath as she stalked off. Clara watched her leave, then returned to him with a faint, embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry about that. She’s… well, she can be difficult.” “It’s not your fault,” he replied, sipping his water. “But I appreciate your intervention.”Clara hesitated, then leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice how calmly you handled that. Most people would’ve made a scene.” He smirked faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “I’ve learned that making a scene rarely solves anything. Besides, it wasn’t worth the energy.” Clara nodded, studying him for a moment before straightening up. “Well, if you need anything else, just call for me.” Before she turned to leave, he stopped her. “Here, my card. If you want, I could fix you up to something tonight or anytime you are free. There are like just two of you left in this world and I feel compelled to compensate you! My na
He walked into the restaurant, blending seamlessly into the mundane hum of everyday life. His attire was plain—a worn jacket, a modest button-down shirt, and slacks that spoke of a man who had neither wealth nor prestige. It was all part of the act. He moved with an unassuming grace, each step measured, each movement calculated to ensure no one looked twice. Sliding into a seat near the window, he scanned the room. The clink of cutlery, the murmur of quiet conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. It was a world that seemed to forget its troubles, even if just for a while. A young waiter approached, her notepad in hand. “Your order, sir?” she asked flatly, her tone betraying a routine she had repeated countless times that day and other days and probably all her life as a teenager. He looked up at her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes crinkling just enough to seem harmless. “Water,” he said simply. Her pen paused midair, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Mr. Donald, tell us, is it true?” “Are all the accusations true?” “Is it true that you orchestrated the death of Nathan Reed? That you put a bomb on his chopper?” “The public needs and answer, Mr. Aruthur!” Donald ignored all the questions, walking into the building facility like he was truly guillty, his face as stiff as the knot of his tie and the belt around his waist. He went straight into the reception area, his personal security walking besides and behind him, and then he demanded to see the CEO, Samuel Langford. Donald had so many reasons to point fingers at Samuel for the incident that happened to Nathan. He had every cause to believe that Samuel planned every detail so it would expose him to the world. After all, they were having an intense feud as he owed the Langfords over 100 Million Euros. “Sorry sir, you can not see Mr. Langford at the moment. He is occupied and is not accepting visitors that are not family members or important friends. And you would need
“Please, Emma! Please, I… I have to leave here! You can not keep me here like an animal. It’s been 3 weeks! Why are you doing this to me? As revenge? You know that you are the one in the wrong. You stole my fiance’s heart from me and…” “Sh… shhh!” Emma shushed her slowly, passing her meal through the lock box. Vanessa was getting wildly slim. She looked like a disaster in the body of a dejected camel craving for a drop of water from the sky, its neck stretched out and elongated. The once pretty, sleek Vanessa was now a shadow of her former self when she was still in abject poverty and suffering. “Come on now, Vanessa. You are asking the wrong questions and making the wrong lamentations. Don’t you wonder where your fiance has been all these weeks? Why he has not found you or called out an intense search. Guess what? He thinks you just went on a trip and he doesn’t fucking care about you, Vanessa!” Emma roared slyly. Vanessa clenched her fists together as she tried to control her
Dr. Hearst finally broke his silence, his voice calm but unsettling. “Donald is right about one thing—this isn’t random. Someone planned this, and they knew exactly what they were doing. A man like Nathan Reed doesn’t just… vanish unless someone wants him gone. But the real question is: why frame us?” Vivian crossed her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the doctor. “You mean to tell me someone orchestrated all this just to spark a war between us and the Reeds’ allies? What kind of lunatic does that?” “One who stands to gain from it,” Hearst replied, his tone icy. A tense silence filled the room, thick with suspicion and paranoia. Donald broke it with a guttural growl. “Fine. I’ll find out who did it. And when I do, I’ll make sure they regret the day they were born. Nobody crosses Donald Arthur and gets away with it. Because I am already receiving calls and many of my investors and clients are withdrawing their funds from my company! I am going down!” He pointed to Enrique. “You are
“Breaking News! The city of London is reeling in shock and dismay as it faces one of the most heartbreaking losses in recent memory. Following the unprecedented open apology issued by Nathan Reed to Donald Arthur for disrupting his daughter’s wedding—a move that had already left many questioning his intentions—tragedy has struck in the most unimaginable way. Reports confirm that the private chopper carrying Nathan Reed, one of London’s most influential businessmen, exploded mid-air shortly after takeoff earlier today. Alongside Reed, the pilot and an unidentified passenger were also aboard the aircraft. Authorities have stated that there are no survivors. This catastrophic event comes on the heels of a series of baffling actions by Reed. Just weeks ago, he paid an eye-popping 100 million euros as compensation to Arthur, freed members of the Davenport family who were previously arrested, and was last seen visiting Donald Arthur’s estate in a surprising public gesture of reconciliati