“Alright, go and get a ship ready; I will pay for everything. Make sure you let me know anything you need.”“Yes sir!” Bruce did a half-bow. Andrei got up from the couch as he told them that he was heading back to his hotel room and that they should come and get him when the ship was ready.Andrei arrived inside his hotel room as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He clasped his hands together and started praying. He prayed that nothing bad should happen to Nathan, as Nathan was his only relative and the only connection he had left to his late mom.“I just hope Nathan is safe.” He mumbled; he was done with his prayer. He hoped that Andrew wouldn’t do anything bad to Nathan and would let Nathan walk out of the whole thing alive.***Meanwhile, back in Belloberg City, Gwen was sitting behind her large desk in her office. She was tapping a pen on her table multiple times. She had been worried about Nathan, and she wondered why Nathan was not coming back into the city and what could be h
***Meanwhile, back in Romania, Nathan was sitting on the ground in a cell in Andrew’s mansion. He had his hands wrapped around his legs. He was feeling cold. Nathan was thinking of what he could do; he knew that if he ever wanted to get out of this situation, he would have to escape from Andrew’s mansion before Andrew took him back to Georgina. He had no idea what he would do after escaping from the mansion, but he knew that he was going to look for help outside and make sure he escaped the country once and for all.He got up on his feet as he started looking around the cell. He was looking for an opening that he could use to escape. He saw an opening. He walked closer to it and saw that the opening requires a key, somewhat similar to the one on his cell door, and he has seen the key with one of Andrew’s men that usually brings food for him.He knew that he would have to wait patiently for the guard to come and deliver food to him, and then he would find a way to take the key away fr
***Meanwhile, in the prison where Andrew kept Nathan, The dimly lit corridor of the cell echoed with the sound of footsteps. One of Andrew’s guards was heading towards the cell, his heavy boots clacking against the cold, hard floor. Nathan sat in his cramped cell, his stomach growling in hunger and his spirits sinking with each passing minute of captivity. But tonight, fate will intervene in unexpected ways. He hoped that his plan to escape would work out.As the guard approached, carrying a tray of meager rations, Nathan's heart quickened with anticipation. He rose from his cot, eager for interaction with the guard. But as fate would have it, the guard stumbled, and the tray clattered to the ground, food splattering across the floor in Nathan’s cell.Nathan's instincts kicked in; this was his chance to steal the key. He lunged forward, pretending to help, but before he could react, the guard's weight bore down on him, pushing him to the ground. Pain shot through Nathan's body as he
"What?" he barked, his voice laced with venom.On the other end of the line, a voice crackled with static, the words coming in short bursts."Andrei," the voice said, the name sending a chill down Andrew's spine. "He's gone, boss. Killed a couple of our guys and escaped on a boat."Andrew's blood ran cold at the news. Andrei, whom he wanted to use as leverage against Nathan, has escaped the city, while Nathan, on the other hand, has also escaped."Fool!" Andrew spat, his rage boiling over. "How could you let this happen?"The voice on the other end faltered, the fear evident in every word."We're searching for him, boss," the voice said hastily. "He couldn't have gone far."But Andrew knew better. Andrei was cunning and resourceful. He wouldn't be caught so easily.With a snarl of frustration, Andrew slammed the phone down, the sound reverberating through the room."Find them," he commanded, his voice cold and hard as steel. "Search every inch of this city if you have to. I want Natha
***The morning sun cast a golden hue over the marina, its rays dancing upon the gentle ripples of the water as Andrew's car pulled into the parking lot. He stepped out onto the concrete pavement, his jaw set in a firm line as he surveyed the scene before him. This was where the trail of what Andrei did had led him. Andrei killed three of his men and escaped.As he made his way towards the marina office, Andrew's mind raced with thoughts of vengeance and retribution. He had come here seeking answers, seeking justice for the men who had lost their lives at the hands of Andrei, but he wasn’t going to make a fuss about it because he still needs Andrei to hold over Nathan. But as he approached the door, a knot of dread tightened in his stomach. Something was amiss.Inside the office, Andrew wasted no time in demanding the information he sought. He needed to know who had aided Andrei in his escape and how Andrei was able to kill his men."I want a list of all the private boats that left th
***The roar of the engines filled the air as the private jet Gwen hired touched down on the tarmac of the international airport in Romania. Inside the sleek cabin, Gwen's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She had come halfway across the world to rescue the man she loved, and failure was not an option.With a determined glint in her eyes, Gwen reached for her phone, her fingers flying over the screen as she dialled the number of Jonathan, the man who had offered Nathan refuge. She knew that time was of the essence and that every moment wasted brought Nathan closer to danger.The phone rang once, twice, before a voice crackled through the line, filled with a sense of urgency."Gwen?" the man said, his voice tinged with relief. "Is that you?""Yes, it's me," Gwen replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I need your help. I'm at the international airport. Can you bring Nathan here?"There was a brief pause on the other end of the line
“You too, Gwen.” Nathan smiled. He never thought he would be this happy to see Gwen, as he told her that they should get into the private jet before Andrew’s men would suspect and come over. They rushed into the jet. Gwen went to the pilot and told him to take off, as he came back over to where Nathan was and sat next to him. Nathan's heart soared with the promise of freedom that lay ahead. His hand was intertwined with Gwen’s as the engines roared to life, carrying them away. Nathan felt a huge relief that he had finally left Romania.***The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Andrew's opulent living room, its warm rays failing to penetrate the icy chill that permeated the air. Andrew sat on his leather armchair, his brow furrowed with frustration as he stared at the blank screen of his phone. Despite his best efforts, Nathan remained elusive, a thorn in his side that refused to be dislodged.With a growl of frustration, Andrew punched in a number on his phone, his fingers tappin
Gwen wanted to argue, to beg him to reconsider, but she could see the determination in his eyes. He had made up his mind, and nothing she could say would change that.With a heavy heart, she nodded, her eyes filled with tears. She refused to let fall."Okay, Nathan," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But promise me one thing. Promise me you'll be careful and that you'll come back to me when it's safe."Nathan reached out and took her hand in his, his touch a silent vow that echoed the words he could not speak."I promise," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll come back to you, Gwen. I swear it."And as the plane continued its journey, carrying them towards an uncertain future, Nathan and Gwen clung to each other, their hearts filled with hope for the day when they would be reunited once more.***The city lights of Belloberg twinkled like distant stars as Gwen and Nathan stepped off the private jet, their breath visible in the crisp night air. The weight of