“From the looks of it, he was denied bail, no?” Victoria’s voice emanated from her phone speaker. “Yes,” Amelia answered. Roland grinned from ear to ear, then stopped the recording of "Perfect.” Victoria sat there and watched him enjoy every second of Jason’s suffering. She wanted to scream at him, curse him out, and remove him from her life forever, but she couldn’t. At that moment, the person she envied most was Franklin. Even though he was currently in a physical jail, he had the courage to free himself from the mental and emotional prison of blackmail. courage that Victoria did not possess, and she despised herself for it. “Don’t look all sad; you’ve done well,” Roland said. He reached out his hand to caress her cheek, but she dodged it like it was a virus. Roland simply laughed; he used to. and even amused by her rejection. “But you sounded so nervous. If you’re going to keep being my little agent, you’ll have to be more subtle when recording conversations.” “I’m not doing
Kent paced back and forth in the dimly lit warehouse, the musty smell of old machinery filling the air. He glanced at his watch, impatience growing with each passing minute. Since he had been hiding from Anatoly, he hated staying in one spot for too long. The sound of a car pulling up outside interrupted his thoughts. He straightened, expecting to see Roland’s familiar face. Instead, his heart sank as the warehouse door creaked open, revealing Roland with a look of terror in his eyes. Behind him, Anatoly emerged, a gun pressed firmly against Roland’s back. “Anatoly” Kent breathed out as he subconsciously backed away. “Really Rivers? A warehouse? If I knew that you'd be so basic with your hiding place, then I would've found you much sooner." Anatoly laughed as he walked into the warehouse, still trailing Roland with the gun. “Too bad for you; there isn't a hole you could hide in that I wouldn't be able to find.” “Anatoly, I know that." Kent started struggling to find the words t
Kent and Roland struggled to their feet, wincing from the pain that Anatoly’s attacks caused. Even though the pain from the assault was still fresh, they quickly rose to their feet as they couldn’t afford to waste any more time.Kent rubbed the back of his head, feeling the tender spot where Anatoly had struck him. “That bastard sure loves to make a scene,” he mumbled. “How are you sure that we can get Mr. Harrington on our side?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.“It’s obvious. You did a good job getting on his good side these past few weeks. Besides, you should’ve seen him this morning. He’s anxious about the whole situation.” He assured Kent Z. “He’s actually been looking for you." Roland added a lie at the end to boost Kent’s ego. Roland hated Kent’s ego most of the time, but he knew that once it was inflated, he could do almost anything. It was like a superpower of his, and now more than ever, they needed it.Kent’s eyes widened in surprise. “He’s looking for me?” His
Kent left Mr. Harrington’s office grinning from ear to ear and went straight to Roland’s office.“Did he agree?” Roland asked.“Would I be smiling like a fool if he didn’t?” Kent answered. “The meeting will be holding soon, so go and make sure that Victoria is going to be as compliant as she always is.”Roland mirrored Kent’s grin. “That’s good. Very good.” He got up from his seat and walked out of his office and to Victoria’s in record time.Roland opened the door to Victoria’s office and plopped down into the. hair in front of her like he owned the office.Victoria’s eyes narrowed into slits, and she felt a pit form in her stomach. "Roland, please, haven’t I done enough today?” She pleaded, “What else do you want?”“You better lose that tone because very soon I'll be the vice president,“ Roland grinned.Victoria couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. “Really? You think Jason would make you his vice?”“Who’s talking about Grey? He would’ve been smart enough to, but Kent would,” Roland
As the shareholders filed out of the meeting room, the tension in the air was palpable. Victoria trailed behind the others, her face flushed with anger. She felt the pit in her stomach grow wider once again. She thought of what Franklin would think of her if he knew what she did.“I’m absolutely pathetic,” she murmured to herself. Now that she thought of it, it was for the best that Amelia wasn’t present during the meeting to see her be weak and vote for Kent once again.She felt like a traitor. Like she was betraying Franklin, betraying Amelia, and betraying Jason. But most of all, she felt as though she was betraying herself. Each time she let Roland do what he pleased and get his way, and each time she did his bidding, she lost a part of herself, and she knew that sooner rather than later, he would pick away at the final piece of herself and leave her with absolutely nothing.A shiver went down her spine at the thought. At that moment all she wanted to do was run away and hide fro
Jason’s heart pounded as the prison van pulled up to the towering gates of the county jail. The metallic clang of the gates closing behind him sent a shiver down his spine. The nostalgia hit him like a bus once they reached the jail. Memories of his first conviction began to flood his mind so vividly that it was like he was living it for the first time. But he reminded himself that it wasn’t like before. Unlike before, now he had a good lawyer and others working on his case. He wasn’t the good-for-nothing son-in-law anymore, and he’d make sure that Stefan and everyone else knew that. He tried to hold on to those things for strength as he was escorted from the van into the processing area. Inside, the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the drab surroundings. Guards stood at every corner, their watchful eyes never missing a movement. Jason was led to the intake counter, where a gruff officer began the routine. “Name?” the officer barked. “Jason Grey,” he replied, his voic
Amelia took a deep breath and answered, “As of today, Kent is the interim president of the Elysian Syndicate.”Jason’s fists clenched, and he clenched his jaw. The news felt like a blow straight to his core. But though it was not ideal for Jason that Kent was now president, it didn’t surprise him that Kent took the opportunity.“Of course he is,” Jason scoffed.Amelia’s eyes widened slightly. “You don’t seem surprised.”“Of course, I'm not. Even though I don’t like it, I knew Kent would take the opportunity now that I'm locked up here. Although I admit he was pretty damn quick to Jason heaved a sigh. It felt like everything was slipping out of his hands, and he couldn’t let that happen. He needed to find a way to turn the situation around.And just then, Jason remembered the night that Christopher called him about Lana not feeling well. That night, after they put Lana to bed, Kent came over to Sinclair's home and was excited about the elections and his winning them.Jason’s eyes lit u
Connor sat at the bar, a satisfied grin on his face as he ended the call. "I'll let you know the next steps soon," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. He slipped his phone into his pocket, revelling in the aftermath of his plan. Timothy's coma was a stroke of brilliance, and everything was falling into place.Jake, the bartender, noticed Connor's unusually cheerful demeanour. "You seem awfully happy tonight,” he remarked. “What’s got you so excited about drinking medicine booze in a rundown bar in Queens?" he scoffed, wiping down the counter.Connor chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "You need to stop being so pessimistic, Jakey; maybe then you’ll be able to have a smile as big as this." Connor flashed Jake a mockingly bright smile.Before Jake could respond, the door swung open, and four men entered. Despite their efforts to blend in with their casual clothing, Connor recognised them instantly: Kent, Roland, and Andrew. They made their way to the private area, their presence