“Yes! Yes, sure.” Nathan was the first to speak. April nodded in agreement too. April felt a bit better knowing that Amanda was no longer interested in Nathan. She and her boyfriend were now on good terms. That was a relief for her. “Alright then, see you by 8.” Amanda smiled and walked away. Neil read the expression on her face. Being the psychologist he was, he could read Amanda’s face and while her lips said one thing, her eyes said another. “Well, that was weird. She is suddenly nice and inviting.” Marcus said. Nathan on the other hand just wanted to have a nice meal and a great time with his friends. He was a busy guy and having the time to sit with his peers was not always there. He was living a two faced life. “Well, it’s good they are finally back together, right,” he smiled and gulped down his drink. He might have discerned that Amanda was trying to be closer to April. But he really did not care. That was not his business now. Soon, lunch time was over. Ever
The party kept on going. The music was loud, so loud that no one cared about anything in the world but their own pleasure. Pleasure from drinking booze, pleasure from rocking girls and pleasure from having sex behind closed doors. Whenever Dave threw a party, everyone always returned home, feeling satisfied. When they returned to school the following day, it was all they talked about. April sat alone on a barstool scrolling through Instagram feed. She was not interested in having any conversation with anyone or in drinking. She just sat alone thinking about her life and laughing at funny reels. A hand tapped her. She turned around and it was Amanda. ‘Oh, crap!’ She murmured under her breath. Why was Amanda of all people here? Where did Nathan go? He would have saved the day. “Hi!” Amanda said gently. “Hi.” April replied. She couldn’t believe that her once close friend was now an enemy because of a guy. It was ridiculous. “Look, I know that you hate me and talking to me is
2 Weeks Later The room was dim and quiet. The only sound entering his ear was the beeping of the machines that lay almost next to his head. He looked up at the machine. It was an EKG monitor life machine. His vision was blurry. His head ached badly. As he tried to move his body, the pain increased. It was excruciating. But the pain was not the only thing holding him back from moving. There were pipes connected to his body, making it difficult for him to move freely. Wait, was he in a hospital? Was he confined to a hospital bed? He looked around and examined where he was. Indeed, he was confined to a hospital bed. There were white sheets covering him, an IV drip attached to his arm, and medical equipment surrounding the bed. He tried to piece together what had happened, but his mind was a foggy mess. Nothing was clear to him at this point. Just then, the door to his room opened, and a nurse walked in, checking his charts. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed he was awak
“She died the same night you were pushed from the balcony,” Dave continued, avoiding Nathan’s eyes. “The police found her body in the woods behind my house.” Nathan felt a cold chill run down his spine. Amanda was dead? He remembered the last time he saw her; they were at the party, and everything seemed fine. How did things go so wrong? Detective Carter stepped forward. “We believe her death is related to the incident that put you in the hospital. We're still piecing together what happened that night.” Nathan’s mind was spinning. Amanda was dead, like truly truly dead, and he had been pushed from a balcony. He struggled to remember any details from that night, but everything was a blur. This was crazy! "Do you have any suspects?" Nathan asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. The detective shook her head. "We're still investigating. Dave has been very cooperative, but so far, we haven't been able to identify the person responsible." Nathan looked at Dave. Despite the anim
Nathan sighed and took a moment to look outside the window. April killed Amanda? She was the person behind Amanda’s murder? He began to wish he never knew, she should never have told him. What was he going to do with this information now? Report April to the police? Get mad at her? Forgive her and hide the truth from the world? “Who else knows this, April?” he asked, strill trying to remain calm. “No one else. Just you. Look, I am fucking scared and confused and I don’t know what to do. I ran away. I should have stayed and confessed!” April sobbed. Nathan tightened his grip on April's hand, his mind racing. "You didn't run away because you wanted to. You were scared. You were protecting yourself." April nodded, her sobs growing louder. "I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I left you here, hoping you'd be okay. I was too scared to stay. I thought if I told anyone, they'd think I was a murderer." Nathan pulled her closer, trying to soothe her. "April, listen to me. You did wha
Nathan went silent for a while. What answer should he give? Yes? No? “I don’t know. She never said anything about it. And no, April is not a murderer. Whatever idea you might be thinking, deaden it!” A few more months passed and Nathan was finally getting better. He was fully recovered and was able to sit for his final exams. He was stepping into a new phase of his life. He was now a graduate. Not that it mattered though. He only felt satisfied and fulfilled knowing that he started a journey with hundreds of students 4 years ago and now, they were at the end of the line. Nathan and Dave had gotten on good terms. Or so he thought. Though Dave was making some suspicious moves, Nathan only felt he was being too untrusting. Ever since April left him that night in the hospital, they never saw eye to eye again. April left London for good and was never going to return. In the text she sent Nathan, she expressed that she had begun to love him so much that she was slowly losing hersel
Nathan’s eyes widened in shock. “Stepbrother?!” Red Wolf chuckled, the sound deep and menacing. “Yes, Nathan. I’m Alex Reed, but most people call me Red Wolf. Our father had a bit of a secret, and well, here I am. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Nathan took a step back, trying to process the revelation. “Our father? Alex Reed? Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’d advise you to quit joking around. Nathan ordered, slight fear evident in his voice. Alex laughed. “Come on now, Nathan, Fred did inform you that had a stepbrother? Oh, that is sad, man, really sad!” Nathan stood there, ensuring he did not display any emotion, especially not fear. “Well, this cannot be possible. My father had one wife before he died. And even after his death, he still did not get married and so I can only say that you, Mr. Red Wolf are an imposter.” Nathan’s voice was firm, but his mind was racing. Who was this guy claiming to be his stepbrother? Red Wolf, or Alex, chuckled again, his eyes
Nathan woke up in a hospital room, his head throbbing with pain. The sterile smell and the beeping machines felt all too familiar. As he tried to move, a sharp pain shot through his skull, forcing him to stay still. Fred was by his side again, his face etched with concern. "Young master, you're awake. You took a nasty fall down the stairs. How are you feeling?" Nathan blinked, trying to clear his foggy mind. "I... I remember now, Fred. I remember everything." Fred leaned in closer. "What do you remember, young master?" Nathan's eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. "It was Dave. Dave pushed me off that balcony at the party. I saw his face just before I blacked out.” Fred was taken aback by the sudden revelation. Are.. are you sure? What exactly do you remeber?” “Of course I am goddamn sure. On that night, Dave walked me over to his balcony to see umm.. Fireflies. Yes, fireflies. And that was when it happened. I can clearly remember his last words to me. He asked me a ques
Samuel Langford sighed briefly. His driver could smell the anger under his breath, tapping his foot gently on the floor of his car. He was enraged, ready to tear Donald Aurthur open. He brought out his phone and began to record a message. “Donald! 48 hours was the only time you had. I have been a sheep, a calm man to you. But see, my dad taught me how to be a wolf where necessary. Brace yourself, Donald, I am on my way to collect what you owe. No more excuses, no more delays. And no, I am not coming with a peace treaty!" Samuel's voice was calm yet icy, his words dripping with controlled fury. "Your games end today." He paused the recording, his finger hovering over the send button. He clenched his jaw, in anger. His son had told him that this was exactly what was going to happen. But guess he was softener even than his own son. For too long, Donald Aurthur had taken advantage of his patience. It was time to remind the man who he was dealing with. "Drive faster," Samuel instruc
But all of those were now wishes. All he could do now as weep and wonder what kind of life Donald would set for his sister. Donald owed him and he had just 20 hours left. A dramatic event was about to happen. Donald would be exposed and the Langfords would finally end him. Other men, women and children who once admired Nathan Reed weeped at Mr. Frost’s emotional speech. The announcment of the grande reveal of the Genesis Project came with an intoxication of excitement and sorrow. Overall, it was the perfect speech. People were glad to know that the Genesis project was complete. Though it has not been opened and inaugurated, thousands of people were already waiting in line to invest, rent, buy and do anything possible to be part of a new life, a new city. And Kamsi? Her eyes were swollen and red. She had cut her hair in agony. She found herself crying in her room for her brother with so much enthusiasm. She had been planning on killing him, on taking her revenge on him. But now, sh
The camera zoomed in on him. His face was stoic, unreadable, a man who held the power of a thousand empires in his gaze. “And as for Nathan Reed,” Mr. Frost said, a shadow crossing his face. “I will honor him. I will honor the man who gave us this chance, who built the foundation upon which we will all stand. His legacy is my responsibility now. His dream is my reality.” There was a brief pause before he added, almost in a whisper, “And no one will ever forget Nathan Reed. He may be gone, but his soul lives in The Genesis Project. He will return!” Dave and Anastasia watched from their end, having mixed feelings. It was emotional, but they hated the fact that though dead, Nathan somehow found his way to rise above them. Dave had always hated Nathan. Perhaps it was time to let the hate go. Or maybe not. From the Davenport end, no one said a word as they all sat in silence watching as Mr. Frost spoke. Anita was no longer part of the family. She had found her trajectory in life, a
“Breaking News!” The reporter had a smile on her face. Her grin was wide enough to cover the entire screen. “9 years ago, a young genius came up with the most astute, revolutionary idea the world has ever seen. The late Mr. Nathan Reed was the mastermind behind ‘The Genesis Project,’ the world’s largest and most ambitious urban development to date. He partnered with Elon Musk’s Empire, bringing the idea to life with the help of his brilliant mind and vision. But today, we stand at the dawn of a new era. The project that started as a dream is now a reality — a mega city, capable of housing millions, designed with state-of-the-art technology, sustainability, and innovation at its core. In an astonishing turn of events, the project has now been completed under the leadership of the mysterious Mr. Frost, who has taken over from Mr. Reed’s legacy. Sources say Mr. Frost, who inherited control of Elon Musk’s empire, has personally overseen the final stages of the Genesis Project. Whi
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.