Meanwhile, on the Upper East Side of the city, Reuben stood outside the Sinclair mansion and knocked on the door.A few seconds later, the door creaked open to reveal a maid. “Good evening, Mr. Forester,” the maid greeted with a smile. Nearly all the staff at the Sinclair mansion were fond of Reuben.“Evening Rosie, could you let Andrew know that I'm out here waiting for him?” Rosie nodded "Yes, sir,” she nodded. “Aren't you going to come in?”Reuben was about to nod, but through the window, he saw that Christopher was sitting in the living room with Lana in his arms. Reuben shook his head in no. “I'll just wait for him out here.”Rosie gave him a soft nod, then went back into the mansion. Moments later, the door opened, revealing Andrew.“Reuben, is there a problem?” Andrew asked.Reuben nodded and let out a small sigh. "Yes, Andrew, a big problem.”“What is it?”Reuben cleared his throat, and his eyes went steely. “I don't know how to say this... It's better you come with me; let's
''Andrew.’’ I swear you're way more out of it than I thought; we never mentioned Jason.' Reuben said, thinking quickly.‘You didn’t?’ Andrew drawled.'No, we didn’t.’ Amelia responded, catching on to what Andrew was doing. She grabbed her purse that was resting on the table and smiled. ‘It was nice running into you, Reuben,’ she paused, as she did. Reuben noticed the questioning glint in Amelia's gaze and gave her a small nod, signaling that he would explain why he was out drinking with the enemy.‘’Goodnight,’’ she waved, then walked away.‘’night gorgeous’’ Andrew slurred as a lopsided grin crept on his lips. ‘’Is she single?’ he asked after glancing at Amelia's retreating figure. ‘’Maybe I could give my wife a piece of her own medicine,’’ he spat bitterly.Reuben’s jaw clenched slightly. ''She's not a pawn, isn’t your revenge plan,’’ he bit out.Andrew gave him an incredulous look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘’ What do you care what she is to me? You don’t like her, do you?’
At the bar earlier, Andrew was sure that he had consumed more alcohol than he ever had in his life, and yet all it took was hearing the recording to make him sober up. ‘’Who sent that?’’ Andrew asked through gritted teeth.‘’Don’t blow a fuse yet; you haven’t seen everything,'' Stefan said, and Andre could’ve sworn that there was amusement in his father’s eyes as he turned his laptop so that Andrew could see the images on the screen.Andrew’s eyes narrowed into slits as soon as he saw the images of Reuben and Jason together at the prison. At first, a small part of him was sure that the audio was somehow fabricated, but there was no denying it now. Reuben wasn’t an investor, and worse of all, he was never his friend.It was all an act. Every moment that they spent together, every conversation they had. It was all part of Jason’s plan.‘’I’ve had Reuben keep an eye on them to find any information that could help me get my revenge.”Jason’s words played in Andrew’s head on a devastating
“Happy Birthday, my love.”Jason smiled from ear to ear as he presented Diana, his wife, with a tiny jewellery box.She hugged him and excitedly took the box from his arms.She was honestly surprised that such a gift was coming from Jason. Or should she say that any gift at all was coming from Jason?Usually, on her birthdays or any other celebration, Jason would write her a love letter.There was a box full of them on her bedside table, and while she cherished them, it was nice to finally switch things up, she thought.As she opened the box, the gleam in her eyes disappeared, and her excited look was sealed with one of disappointment.“it’s empty?” She questioned."Yes, love, I plan on filling it with precious jewels in the future,” Jason stuttered.Diana sighed She knew that if Jason had the means to do so, he would get her a thousand pieces of jewellery, but sometimes she couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment.“Thank you, Jason.” Diana said stiffly and offered him a fake smi
The drive back to the Sinclair mansion was a quiet one.Everyone was taken aback by Stephen silencing them at dinner and standing up for Jason.He’s never approved of him. Although his disapproval was more silent, It was always a form of disappointed gazes, backhanded compliments, and sometimes he would completely ignore his existence. But it seemed as though hell had frozen over.Jason kept replaying the moment in his head. Was his father-in-law finally warming up to him?He scoffed at the thought. Of course not. He was probably thinking of his daughter’s feelings and not his own.He turned to Diana, who was sitting behind him. Her head was tilted towards the window, and she seemed to be lost in thought. Jason held her hand, but she didn’t reciprocate the action or even turn to acknowledge him.“I’m sorry” was all she whispered; her voice was so low that Jason thought he imagined the apology.When they finally arrived at the mansion, Jason didn’t go up to He and Diana’s room.He sat
“Someone help; Mr. Sinclair is unconscious!” Jason shouted, and immediately, dozens of the club’s employees rushed to the scene.They took him to the clinic in the club, and after thirty minutes, he regained consciousness.“Sir Thank God you’re awake. Is everything okay?”Stephen had a sombre look in his eyes. "No, Jason, to be honest with you, I don’t have much time left.”"What do you mean, sir?"“I’m dying”Jason was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to reply to what he was just told; he simply sat in a chair in the room and listened to Stephen as he spoke.“Brain Cancer. Inoperable” Stephen said, “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me or anything like that. All I want to do in my last days is spend time with my children and grandchildren, but I won’t even be able to do that.”“Why Sir?” Jason managed to say, his voice shaky.“There’s people conspiring against me at the company. They want to get me voted off the board and put me in jail, so they’re framing me for fraud and em
The doors of the Sinclair mansion burst open, revealing a distressed Diana."Welcome, Darling, you’re home early." Annette said it with a smile on her face.“Morher, where’s Jason?” she asked, completely disregarding her mother’s greeting.The smile completely faded from her mother's face when she heard his name: “How should I know? He’s probably off somewhere being useless.”Diana gave Annette a look that genuinely scared her. "More, I'm not joking around, and I don’t have time for your nonsense. Have you seen him?” She gritted through her teeth.“Well now that you mention it. I haven’t seen him today, but it’s not like I keep tabs on the damn boy,” her mother drew closer to her. "But I'm glad you’re here. Your brothers are coming home soon!”"Mother, I need to know where Jason is!” Diana finally lost it and screamed at her mother.“What’s going on in here?” Stephen asked as he walked into the living room.“It seems like our good-for-nothing don-in-law has gone missing,” Annette said
One year laterIt had been a year since Jason was locked up in prison. A year without a single visit. A year of constantly watching the guy next to him in case he pulled out a kinife or any other weapon. A year without Diana.In that year, he got stronger—not by choice but by necessity. His first night there, he was beaten mercilessly by inmates. No doubt they were sent by Stephen. "Please, I didn’t do anything or cause trouble with anyone." Jason cried that night, but all the men did was laugh in his face.“My chain," the one who seemed to be the leader of the group said to his goons.They brought out a long metal chain and handed it over to the man. Two others held Jason down and poured ice-cold water on his back. Jason squirmed when the cold liquid made contact with his skin.“Please I… I'll do anything. I’ll be your slave if you want me to-“. His words were cut short by a wrenching scream when the chain made contact with the bare, wet skin of his back.By the eighth whip, he wa