The door to Kent’s office swung shut as Roland and Andrew entered, both looking expectantly at the new president of the Elysian Syndicate. Kent leaned back against his desk, swirling the bourbon in his glass with a triumphant smirk.“Well,” Kent said, his tone oozing with satisfaction, “I finally did it.”Andrew nodded, his face pale and distant, but he muttered, “You did.”Roland frowned, glancing at Andrew. “Why the sour face? We just pulled off the biggest coup in Syndicate history. You should be celebrating.”Andrew shrugged, avoiding their eyes. His mind drifted to the gunshot, the way Reuben had fallen off the edge. He couldn’t shake the feeling of the weight in his hand, the power, and the guilt. But they didn’t need to know about that.“I’m here, aren’t I?” Andrew said sharply, though his voice lacked conviction.Roland rolled his eyes and turned back to Kent. “Whatever’s eating at him doesn’t matter. We finally got the Syndicate, Kent. We’re on top.”Andrew chuckled, but the
ThumpThump ThumpJason felt a banging in his skull as he blinked his eyes open.the morning light filtering through the curtains as his head pounded like a drum. His mind was sluggish, struggling to piece together the fragments of the night before. He shifted under the sheets and felt a dull ache in each part of his body that moved; he also felt the thumping in his head increase. He shifted some more to the right and felt the warmth of someone beside him.He froze.Turning his head slowly, his heart sank as he saw Serena lying next to him, her bare back facing him, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. A cold dread crept over him. He glanced down and saw that he, too, was naked.“What the hell,” he whispered to himself, his pulse quickening.As if sensing his panic, Serena stirred, stretching lazily before turning to face him. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, there was peace in her gaze until she remembered she had to act as mortified as he looked.“Oh my God,” she sai
Twenty minutes after Jason ended the call with Amelia, there were three urgent knocks on Connor’s front door. That had to be the record for the fastest drive from the Elysian Syndicate to Queens in history. Jason walked to the door, put his mouth against the door gap, and tested their agreed-upon code,’The falcon flies at night.A long pause‘’The sparrow waits for the dawn,’’ came Amelia’s reply.Jason chuckled as he unlocked the door.’You think it’s silly, don’t you?’’He didn’t get a reply because the moment the door opened, Amelia stepped inside and pulled him into a tight hug. Jason found himself easing into the embrace and hugged her just as tight.“You’re okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She pulled back to look at him. “How? How did you get out?”Jason smirked faintly. “I didn’t do it. The NYPD finally figured that out.”“I knew it!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy. “I knew you were innocent!” She hugged him again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
The following morning, Jason’s voice came through the phone, calm but purposeful. “Amelia, I need you to get into Kent’s office and see what you can find.”Amelia leaned against the desk in her small office, frowning. “Jason, you realise he’s not going to leave the plans for world domination sitting on his desk, right?” she said dryly. She didn’t mean to be rude, but she was still on edge because of what she had agreed to do the day before.Jason chuckled on the other end. “Shit, I was hoping he would,” he replied humorously. “But seriously though, maybe there’ll be something—anything—that leads to something else. Notes, receipts, contracts. Just take pictures of whatever you can.”Amelia sighed. “It’s not going to be easy. I’ll have to wait until he’s in a meeting, and even then, his secretary hovers like a hawk.”“I know it’s risky,” Jason admitted, “but you can do it.”“Okay,” she muttered. “I’ll make it happen.”Later that day the opportunity finally came when Kent was called into
The next day rolled around quickly. Amelia had given Jason the documents and was now in the copy room once again.Amelia tapped her foot impatiently as the photocopier hummed, methodically spitting out sheets of paper. Her demotion had come with plenty of humiliations, but this was one of the most irritating. As a VP, she’d never had to waste time in the copy room, chatting with colleagues she had little in common with. Now, she was stuck doing grunt work, hoping the machine wouldn’t jam.“Need any help with that?” came a voice behind her. Amelia turned, expecting another annoying quip, but it was just Steve, one of the secretaries.“No, I’ve got it,” she said, forcing a polite smile. But before the conversation could go further, the door swung open, and Kent strolled in.He moved with his usual confident swagger, handing Steve a list of names. “These are the names and emails of the new Russian investors. I need them emailed immediately. I have a meeting with them this afternoon. Don’
Two weeks had passed and many things had changed and progressed in that time. Much to Roland’s dismay, Kent had given Andrew one percent of his shares and ‘convinced’ Victoria to give Stefan 1% of hers. Amelia had begun warming up to Victoria with small but deliberate gestures. Jason had been tirelessly researching the Russian investors, looking through Kent’s documents and communicating steps of the plan to his contacts. He had also been in contact with Dario asking for updates on Reuben but his cousin hadn’t managed to find him yet which worried Jason to no end. Currently, the four marble-clad walls of Kent’s office were witnessing an argument between Kent and Roland that had become more frequent in the past two weeks.‘’You still haven’t made me vice president’’ Roland snapped, pacing Kent’s office with frustration.Kent,seated behind his mahogany desk, leaned back in his chair and watched Roland with indifference ‘’I'm thinking of taking Amelia out tonight. What restaurant do you
Amelia stood by the window of Connor’s apartment, watching the city lights flicker against the night sky. She sipped her tea, her nerves steady despite her impending date with the ‘blond-haired devil, as Jason referred to him. Jason leaned against the kitchen counter, his expression a mix of focus and concern.“They’ve made their first move,” Jason said, breaking the silence. “The people who are helping us with the plan. Everything is in place for the final phase. All that’s left is to get the passcodes to the company accounts on Kent’s laptop.”Amelia set her cup down on the windowsill and turned to face him. “I’ve been able to spy on him a few times while he’s inputting the passcode. I think I’m close to figuring it out. I know for sure that it ends with 2336 and begins with a word that starts with an M, but I’ll try to pry more information out of him at dinner tonight.” Her expression grew grim. “He’s been… more relaxed around me lately.”Jason’s jaw tightened, and concern flashed
The Elysian Syndicate was eerily quiet at night. Amelia stepped out of her car and glanced up at the towering glass building, its imposing façade glinting under the pale moonlight. The parking lot was nearly empty, and the lobby lights cast a sterile glow. She took a deep breath, smoothing her blouse as she approached the doors.Inside, the air was cool and still, with only the faint hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of the watch guards making rounds. She passed by the front desk with a polite nod. The guards barely glanced at her. She worked here, after all—what reason would anyone have to question her presence?Amelia made her way to the elevator, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Her pulse quickened as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the executive floor.As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. The space was deserted, just as she had hoped. All the secretaries had long gone home, and the only sound
A few hours later, Jason and Dario stood outside a nondescript brownstone in New York City. The cold air bit at Jason’s skin as he adjusted his coat, watching Dario rap a peculiar knock on the door—a sequence that seemed practiced, deliberate.Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a wiry man with disheveled hair and wary eyes. This was Miles, the man who Dario claimed knew Connor well.Once Milesgaze landed on Dario he straightened his posture and cleared his throat “Welcome Boss” he addressed Dario with respect.“Please come in,” Miles said cautiously, then glanced at Jason with a flicker of doubt. “But, uh—”“Miles I hope you’re not letting in my guest who I specifically told you would be joining mr,” Dario cut in sharply. His tone left no room for argument.Miles hesitated for a beat then stuttered and stepped aside. “Of…of course not Boss.”Jason followed them into the cramped apartment, immediately struck by the clutter of medical diagrams, anatomy models, and an assortm
Abigail braced herself for Jason’s rejection, for him to deny her as his mother and hate her.Jason waited for the sting of hatred to surface.And it did.But not for her. For Alex, Ariana, Sebastian, Michael, Adam, and even a little for himself. For thinking his mother abandoned him because she didn’t love him.lBut not a shred of hatred was directed at the woman sitting before him—a woman who had endured unimaginable pain just to protect him.How could he hate her?Although he could recognise that her maternal instinct was misguided, he couldn’t hate her for that.“You don’t have to ask,” Jason said softly, breaking the silence.“What?” Abigail whispered, her voice trembling.“You don’t have to ask to be my mother. You already are. And I don’t hate you. I… I love you, Mom.” The words felt foreign yet liberating, mending a wound Jason hadn’t realised was still open.“I love you too, my son,” Abigail said, her face lighting up with pure joy before she threw herself into Jason’s arms.
“When I arrived at the house Melody mentioned, my first question was about my mother. She dodged specifics, only saying there was trouble with the Consortium and that my mother would join us in a few days. She also said she knew we were sisters but that no one else but Dario did. During those days, I stayed with her and her son, and… it was nice. For once, I felt what it was like to be surrounded by family. Dario, my nephew, couldn’t stop chattering about his ‘secret aunt,’ calling me a mystery woman for disappearing all those years and suddenly returning.”“But as always, happiness was fleeting. One day, a knock at the door shattered everything. Ariana entered with my father’s men—it was a setup. Word had spread that Alex was my father, and my call with my mother had been intercepted. They knew about my son. Ariana was relentless in her mission to find you and kill us both. And then… before my very eyes, they dragged out my mother and… and…shot her.”Jason grasped her hand tightly, a
“I tried to tell Sebastian,” Abigail whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of years of buried pain. Tears welled in her eyes, unstoppable now. “I even gathered enough courage to tell Michael, but they both dismissed me like I was insane. Worse, they accused me of trying to seduce Adam and claimed I was lying about him wanting to kill us.”“How could they not believe you?” Jason’s voice rose, trembling with barely restrained fury.“I asked myself the same question, over and over, until the answer became painfully clear: I was nothing in that house. My words, my thoughts, my very existence—they didn’t matter. The only thing they cared about was you.”“Me?” Jason scoffed, disbelief cutting through his tone.“I know they were harsh on you, dear, but the truth is you were their blood and an heir when it came down to it. I guess I shouldn’t say they cared about you, but they did see you as valuable because you were the heir. I, however, was useless to them, and I confirmed it when
Adam? Did she just say her only solace was Adam? The same Adam who Jason remembered trying to kill him.Was the drug affecting his hearing or what?He wanted to blurt out an accusatory question, but he decided against it, because he took a second to actually look at Abigail, and when he did, he saw the grimmest expression he’d ever seen on a person. She didn’t look like this when she mentioned Ariana’s abuse, Michael’s insults, or Sebastian’s neglect. And all of those things were awful, which means whatever Adam put her through was infinitely worse. A shudder passed through his body in anticipation for what he was about to hear.Abigail’s throat worked with a swallow, and she willed herself to continue speaking. “When Sebastian first announced the pregnancy, Michael walked away fuming—which was understandable. What I didn’t understand, though, was the look in his brother Adam’s eyes. It was venomous. It looked like…like he wanted to rip the baby out of me with his own hands.”Jason fl
For the first time, Abigail’s voice lightened, joy momentarily breaking through her sorrow as she spoke of her pregnancy. ‘At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. Ariana worked me to the bone, pushing harder every day despite how sick I felt. Then one day, I collapsed. My mother was the only one who cared enough to take me to the hospital. That’s when I learnt… I was pregnant.’”Her expression shifted between fleeting joy and deep sorrow. “For a moment, I was happy—overwhelmed, even. A baby is supposed to be a blessing, isn’t it? But then reality struck. Ariana would never let me carry a baby in that house. And if they learnt the truth about my own paternity and that you were also Alex’s heir, it would kill me before I even gave birth to you. Also At the time, the Consortium was locked in a brutal war with a rival syndicate. Their primary target was Melody’s son, and if word got out that another heir was on the way, they would have killed me—assuming Ariana didn’t get to me first.
Abigail’s hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together, staring at the floor. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady but tinged with a deep sadness.“I was born into a very powerful family,” Abigail began, her eyes clouded with memories of a past she had spent years trying to bury. “My father was Alex Warner, the leader of the Steel Consortium, one of the most feared crime organisations in the underworld of New York.”Jason leaned forward, hanging on her every word. This was news to Jason. He had thought his mother wasn’t directly related to the head of the Steel Comsurtium since Michael hated her for being poor.“Being in the leader's family was synonymous with power. Children like me were expected to inherit our father’s legacy, to carry on his empire. But things weren’t that simple for me. You see, I wasn’t like those children. My father, Alex, had me as the result of an affair with his maid, my mother, Winona. A scandal like that would have damaged his standing. A ch
“Jason…” Abigail’s voice trembled as she took a tentative step forward. “Oh my...”Jason's head started to hammer, and his entire body felt numb, and he was certain it wasn’t because of the drug. It was because of the woman standing in front of him and the undeniable fact that she was his mother. She had aged, but he could still tell it was her. Unless his mother had a twin he never knew about that looked strikingly similar to her. With the insane series of events that was his life, he wasn’t sure that that was out of the realm of possibility.But he knew that couldn’t be it.This was his mother.His mother, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in front of him with a quivering lip and tears brimming from her eyes.He thought he was prepared for whatever he’d see when he walked into the house, but he clearly wasn’t.Jason’s mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. His heart pounded in his chest. Nothing could have prepared him for the whirlwind of emotions crashing through hi
“Reuben?” Jason’s voice cracked with disbelief.The man at the door blinked twice; his face was coloured with shock for a second before a grin spread across it. “Jason? Holy shit, Jason!”“Reuben!” Jason stepped forward, his arms outstretched.“Jason!” Reuben stepped out fully, and they embraced fiercely. Jason clutched his friend like he might disappear again.Amelia, who had been standing a few inches back, gasped. “Reuben! Oh my god, it’s really you!”Reuben turned, grinning as Jason released him. “Amelia?”Amelia surged forward and hugged him tightly. “You idiot! You had us thinking you were dead!”Reuben winced playfully. “You’ve got a strong grip, Amelia. I’m already half broken; don’t finish me off.”They laughed through their tears, overwhelmed by the moment.Even though a storm was brewing in Jason’s mind he could stay calm for a little while. Because Reuben was here in front of him and alive.***Inside, they settled into the cozy but modest living room. Jason couldn’t stop