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
“W.. what are you even talking about? What do you remember?” Dave’s shaky voice sliced through the air as he tried to maintain his composure. But it was clearly not working. Still, he tried as much as he could to hold firmly onto the metal skewer. Nathan moved closer to him, imposing his dominance and aura. “I was gently holding on to my drink when a guy met me. He invited me over to his balcony to stare at the horizon and feel the cool breeze of wealth and London.” Nathan was walking forward, exuding so much confidence that Dave, despite holding a sharp object, quivered in fear. Nathan was unaware, so he continued. “I was skeptical as to why a guy who hated me so much would invite me over for a serene moment. But I went with him anyway. When we got there, I truly felt the cold breeze kiss my skin with so much passion!” Dave was now getting more and more frantic, his grip tightening around the hidden skewer. Nathan's words cut through the room like a knife, each sentence a re
Nathan’s hands were as busy as his complicated mind as he was signing multiple electronic documents of contracts. Two weeks have passed since he kicked Dave’s butt into prison. Things seemed to have been a bit more calm. Surprisingly, he did not hear a single word or threat from Alex. Well, Alex must have weighed the consequences of messing with the only true Reed and now, he must have run back to his liar. Well, Nathan knew better than to let his guard down. The silence from Alex wasn’t comforting; it was unnerving. Predators often waited for the perfect moment to strike, and Nathan suspected that Alex, the so-called Red Wolf, was no different. Nathan’s massive project with Elon Musk was kicking off crazily. The metropolis was set to occupy over 250 square miles and was estimated to house over 5 Million people. This project was an incredibly massive one. The integration of technology and futuristic elements was one that made finance organisations, technology firms and even t
Vanessa took the seat opposite Nathan’s desk, crossing her legs gracefully. Her eyes were a striking shade of green, and her smile was warm, but there was a depth to her gaze that Nathan couldn’t quite read. “I must say, your reputation precedes you, Mr. Reed,” Vanessa began, glancing around the office. “You’ve achieved so much at such a young age. It’s truly impressive.” Nathan chuckled lightly, trying to keep the conversation casual. “Thank you, Ms. Sinclair. But enough about me. Fred mentioned that you have an impressive background yourself. What brings you to my office today?” Nathan still couldn’t get himself to stop admiring Vanessa. Vanessa leaned forward slightly, her expression earnest. “I’ve been following your work with great interest, especially your recent project with Elon Musk. The scale and ambition of your city project are unlike anything I’ve seen before. I believe I can offer significant value to your endeavor.” Nathan nodded, intrigued. “And how exactly do
Vanessa proved to be a significant asset over the course of the next few months. Her abilities to manage difficult talks were excellent, her observations were keen, and her plans always worked. Nathan saw that he was always looking forward to their meetings and that he appreciated not just her attractiveness but also her sharp mind and business sense. Everyone in the company began to grow fond of Ms. Vanessa. Wherever she was around, the air was less dense. They began to really love her. Her smile, her patience, her smart sense and her ability to soften a hard rock. These were the things anyone would want in a lady. Even Fred, despite his initial misgivings, had to concede that Vanessa was skilled in her field. She helped them close agreements that had previously looked unattainable by providing new ideas and a different viewpoint. Though he still did not find it in his heart to deal lightly with Vanessa, he managed to trust her a bit to enable smooth flow of business transactio
The air in the room grew thick with tension. Nathan reached out, gently taking her hand. “I feel it too, Vanessa. But… we need to be careful. This is our workplace.” He said, gulping down an unhealthy amount of saliva. Nervousness? Fear? She nodded, but didn’t pull away. “I know. But sometimes, you have to take a risk to get what you really want.” Nathan stood up, closing the distance between them. “You’re right. But let’s make sure we’re doing this for the right reasons.” Vanessa’s breath hitched as she looked up at him, her hand gently reaching the surface of his chest, “And what would those reasons be?” Nathan cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Because it feels right. Because we both want this.” Finally, their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, the spark between them igniting into a full flame. Was Nathan in his subconscious mind? Was he aware that he was engulfed and fully wrapped in the bosom of another lady? A lady he was not dating? His collabo
“Fred. why are you here? It is almost midnight. You should be with your family!” Nathan asked, dodging Fred’s clear and precise question. Fred sighed deeply, already knowing what Nathan had gotten himself into. But he was more angry at Vanessa for being so foolish and ungrateful. Where did she have the guts to walk in to a Reed’s office and seduce him? He had always known better than to trust Vanessa. So was her intent to get pregnant for the head of the Reed empire? Oh, she must be Harley Quinn. “Young master. I understand you might be interested in Vanessa, and I can’t do anything about that. But what I cannot stand is seeing the head of the entire Reed empire stoop so low to..” “Enough, Fred,” Nathan interjected in a commanding tone. “Nothing transpired between us. Yes, I did go far, but nothing more. And whether I chose to love my inferior or not should not be your bone of contention now, should it?” But Fred was not backing down so easily at the smell of danger. It was
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.