Amelia paced the length of her living room, her phone pressed tightly against her ear.“So, Shadow and Connie are agreed, right?” she asked, her voice steady. “Once we log into the accounts, they’ll make their move.”Jason’s voice came through the line, calm and calculated as always. “Exactly. But there are still a few things to work out. Above all, I need you to be very careful and protect yourself on Monday, Amelia. If Kent suspects you, then I don’t even want to imagine what’ll happen.” Jason’s concerned voice came “If at any point before Monday you feel it’s too much, just let me know, and we’ll rework the plan.”Anelia’s heart felt fluttery in her chest at Jason’s concern, but on the outside she rolled her eyes and put on a nonchalant voice. They couldn’t change the plan now. “Jason, I’ve already completed the most dangerous part of the plan. I'll be fine. You sound like my mom, she said in a playful tone.Jason let out a soft chuckle followed by a brief pause on the other end, a
Roland’s head throbbed as consciousness returned. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the dim light of the unfamiliar room. The first thing he noticed was the uncomfortable pressure on his wrists. He tugged instinctively but found them bound to the arms of a chair. Panic surged.The second thing he noticed was the man standing in front of him, a tall, broad figure with an amused smirk on his face.“Where the hell am I?” Roland demanded, his voice raw. “What did you do to me?”Shadow leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. “Calm down, big guy. You’re in Brooklyn.”Roland frowned. “I know I’m in Brooklyn; I drove here.” He glanced around the apartment, disoriented. Shadow chuckled. “So why did you ask?”Roland jerked against the bindings, his anger flaring. “I'm asking why I am in this room and why I am tied up. You better let me go, you thug.Shadow pushed off the wall, his demeanour darkening. “You’re the one who went berserk and attacked someone outside. This? This is
Exactly an hour later, when Roland was somewhere between regretting his actions and being outright disgusted with himself, the door creaked open. Roland glanced up, expecting to see Amelia, or worse, Shadow and Connie. Irritation etched across his face when he remembered the duo. But his expectations weren’t even close, and his eyes widened in disbelief as Jason stepped inside, casually closing the door behind him.Roland blinked. “You?” Roland breathed, attempting to rise from his chair, but the ropes stopped his ascent. “How are you…he searched his mind for a word to say instead of ‘alive’ “…here?”Jason’s lips curled into a smug smirk. “Surprised to see me alive?”Fear flickered in Roland’s gaze, but he scoffed, his hands instinctively gripped the edge of his chair. “No, I'm…Surprised to see you out of prison.”Jason laughed, the sound low and sharp. “You’re a terrible liar, Roland. I know you and your little band of bandits tried to get me killed in there. But it turns out I’m tou
It was the morning of Sunday, and Roland hadn’t left the room since Jason untied him the previous day. He sat by the window, unmoving, the breakfast Amelia had brought earlier untouched on the desk. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, but his thoughts churned endlessly, far removed from the peaceful view outside.Amelia was with him in the room, partially because she didn’t want him to leave and not agree to help them but mostly because, as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her felt sorry for him.Jason was sitting in the living room of the apartment; the documents Amelia had given him were sprawled across the table in front of him, and his ear was to his cell phone as Dario updated him on his search for Reuben. “Well, the bad news is that we haven’t found him, but the good news is that we haven’t found him.”“What?” Jason asked.“It’s good news because we haven’t found his lifeless body. So at least for now we’re sure he’s not dead. Dario replied; he spoke of death so casually
Jason stood outside the prison gates, leaning casually against Diana’s car. His sunglasses reflected the late afternoon sun, shielding his eyes as he waited. Taking out his phone, he dialled the officiator.“Bring her outside. I’m waiting here,” Jason said firmly, his voice calm but unyielding.“Understood, sir. One moment.”A few minutes later, faint voices began to echo from the prison entrance.“Where are you taking me?” Diana’s voice carried a mix of confusion and irritation.“Please calm down, ma’am,” the officiator replied, trying to soothe her as footsteps drew nearer.“Is it Jason? Are you taking me to him?” Diana’s voice cracked slightly, growing more urgent.Before the officiator could answer, they stepped outside, and Diana’s eyes immediately scanned the area. Jason, standing tall and composed, slid his sunglasses off.Diana froze for a heartbeat. Seeing him standing there felt like a scene from a movie where two people finally reunite, and she couldn’t stop herself from ru
Diana took a shaky breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she folded them together on the table. It was clear that she was struggling to get the words out, as though battling herself over whether she should admit what was on her mind. But eventually, she did.“There was a night… A night that Andrew came home drunk,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “He never does that. He always fought for our father’s approval, and for Andrew to come home like that, to a house our father was in… I knew something was wrong. I’d suspected it before, but that night confirmed it for me.”Jason leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes focused intently on her.“That night, one of the maids came to fetch Andrew,” Diana continued. “She said Father wanted to see him in his study. Andrew was drunk and barely stable, but he went anyway. I... I did something I wouldn’t normally do.” She hesitated, her lips pressing together in a tight line. “I eavesdropped. I followed him to the
The next morning Jason sat at his makeshift desk in the living room, his fingers moving swiftly across his laptop keyboard. The screen displayed the Elysian Syndicate’s financial dashboard, the accounts full of funds that Andrew and Kent no longer controlled. Beside him, Amelia, Shadow, and Connie leaned in with bated breath. A small notification popped up on the screen: “Account Access Blocked.”Jason leaned back with a satisfied grin.“It’s done,” he said, swivelling his chair to face the others. “They can’t touch a single cent.”Amelia smirked, and Connie and Shadow high-fived each other.“Kent’s going to lose it when he sees this,” Amelia said.Shadow chuckled. “They’re probably already on the phone with their IT team blaming them for this mess.”Connie grinned. “No, I hope they haven't seen it yet. Amelia needs to be there so she can describe the priceless look that they'll have on their faces.Before they could celebrate further, a knock at the door interrupted the moment. Conni
Diana sat in her room at the Sinclair Mansion, staring out the window. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but its warmth didn’t reach her. There was an icy cold storm brewing inside of her caused by everything she had learnt about her father. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she mentally rehearsed what she was about to do.This has to be done, she reminded herself. For Lana. For me. For Jason.Rising to her feet, she smoothed the front of her dress, squared her shoulders, and headed toward her father’s study. Her hand trembled slightly as she knocked on the heavy door.“Who is it?” came Stefan’s deep, commanding voice.“It’s me,” Diana replied, steadying her voice.“Come in.”She opened the door and stepped inside. Stefan glanced up from his desk, his sharp eyes assessing her.“I’m surprised you have any time for me,” he said with a slight smirk. “Your mornings are usually devoted entirely to your daughter.”A strange thing happens when you find
Jason lay on the recliner in Rose’s office, his eyes closed but his face strained. Rose sat nearby, watching him carefully, a clipboard in hand. It had been four days since they started their sessions. One session a day. And Jason hadn't unlocked a single memory.He had seen glimpses though, like his mother’s face, Serena’s voice, and his grandfather’s angry voice. The last one made him want to end the sessions out of annoyance, but he decided against it.“This process takes time, Jason,” Rose reminded him softly. “You can’t force the memories. The mind reveals what it’s ready to.”Jason’s jaw clenched. “I don’t have time, Rose.” His wedding was approaching, and he needed answers about Sereba and Connor before then.Rose hesitated, then glanced at the file on her desk. “There is…another method,” she began carefully. “It involves using a drug to enhance memory recall. But it’s not without risks.”Jason opened his eyes and sat up slightly. “What risks?”Rose sighed. “The drug makes mem
Jason sat at his desk in the Elysian Syndicate, his laptop open to a real estate website. Apartment listings filled the screen, but his mind was far from focused. He scrolled mindlessly, barely registering the sleek interiors and city views displayed in the images. Across from him, Amelia paced the office, briefing him on company updates.“So, I was thinking we should move forward on expansion into companies in Southeast Asia. What do you think?” Amelia waited for several beats, but Jason’s response didn’t come. “Jason? What do you think?”Jason didn’t look up, mumbling absentmindedly, “Sure.”Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”“Yeah,” he replied, eyes still glued to the screen.Amelia stopped pacing and crossed her arms. “Okay, let’s test that. Kiss, marry, kill: Annette Sinclair, Kent, or my secretary?”Jason gave a vague grunt.Amelia raised her voice. “Jason!”He blinked, finally snapping out of his daze. “Huh? Sorry, what?”Amelia smirked. “You’re not listening to me. I ju
“We’re getting married in a week, Connor! Can you believe it? One week!”Serena’s voice rang out in excitement, her words tumbling over each other as she spoke into the phone. On the other end of the line, Connor leaned back in his chair, his tone calm and amused. “Wow, congratulations. I didn’t think my dear nephew would come around this quickly. You must’ve done something special to convince him.”Serena giggled, pacing the room. “Oh, Connor, he was so understanding. He literally asked me what the best arrangement would be, and at first, I thought about playing it humble, you know? Saying something like, ‘I just want all three of us to be together as a family.’ But then I decided, why waste time? I went straight to the point and told him we should get married.” She clapped her hands together. “And guess what? He agreed!”Connor chuckled softly, but the sound had little humor. “Yes, you mentioned that already,” his voice had an edge to it now. “What happened after he agreed? He swep
Jason sat still, shock carving lines into his face. He couldn’t believe what Serena had just said. A child? His child? He turned to Serena, still trying to process, his lips parting to speak.But Serena held up her hand, her voice firm, “If what you’re about to ask has anything to do with whether or not I’ve had other partners or if this baby is yours, then let me stop you right there. I wouldn’t come here so confidently and confront you with a test if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure.” Her gaze hardened. “I haven’t been with anyone else since the two of us have been together. And I wasn’t with anyone a long while before that.”Jason ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Serena, I hope you can understand that this is… It’s hard to grasp. I don’t even know what to say.”Serena’s expression wavered, her voice rising with frustration. “And how do you think I feel, Jason? I’m the one carrying a child I never expected, especially at this point in my life or my career. Do you think t
Diana had changed so much since Jason saw her in front of the prison a month ago.That was the first thing Jason noticed. Unlike the dishevelled woman who had stood outside the prison a month ago, Diana now carried a semblance of her former glow. Her skin had regained some of its radiance, her hair neatly kept. She looked better. Or so he’d thought till he looked into her eyes. If they were supposed to be the windows to the soul, then Diana’s spirit still bore the scars of everything her father and brother had done. All of their crimes. And the awful last words her father spoke to her.Jason had run into Diana a few times over the last month, mostly at the police station. Both had been there to give statements regarding Andrew, Stefan, or Kent. They would exchange polite words that often danced around the enormity of their shared history. Their conversations were about nothing, yet those fleeting moments meant more to Jason than he cared to admit. He wondered if they meant as much to
One month later.A month and some change had passed since Jason’s enemies were arrested.Roland pleaded guilty. With the help of Jason Lawyers, he managed to secure a relatively lenient sentence of 10 years, given his cooperation in exposing his associates crimes.Andrew also pleaded guilty, but his sentence was far harsher due to the severity of his actions. He received 20 years, with no possibility of parole for the first 15.As for Stefan and Kent, neither had pleaded guilty. Both were currently in jail awaiting trial, their faces a permanent fixture in the news. Stefan’s crimes were so extensive and damning that it was widely believed he might never spend another day outside of prison walls.Kent’s situation, while not as severe as Stefan’s, was no less grim. By the time he eventually walked free, he’d be nearing Roland’s current age if not older.As one could imagine, public trust in the Syndicate had plummeted, and Jason had spent nearly every waking moment trying to sweep up th
The museum was dimly lit, the natural light from the large windows muted by heavy curtains. Jason stood at the centre of the room, his posture calm, almost casual, as he faced Stefan Sinclair. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that seemed to make even time stand still.As both men stared at each other, they realised that this was the first time they were alone together since that unfateful morning that Jason had walked into the police station and into Stefan’s trap.And both men wanted to make sure this would be their last meeting.Jason broke the silence, his voice laced with mock amusement. “Well, dear ex-father-in-law, do you want to start the heart-to-heart now? Or do you prefer we warm up with some small talk first?”Stefan’s face twisted with barely contained fury. He had come into the museum intending to play the role of the civil patriarch before finishing Jason off, but Jason’s smug demeanour was unbearable. The words burst out of him before he co
Five minutes. It had only been five minutes since Jason Grey walked into the dining hall like a celebrity meeting his doting fans—and haters, Just five minutes, yet so much had already happened.Mildred, Richard, and even Damien made up the population of Jason’s fan club. They were utterly charmed by him; his every move, expression, his tailored Armani suit, his impeccable poise, and his air of quiet confidence had disarmed them completely. However, Jason hadn’t charmed them in the five minutes he’d been there. They became charmed much earlier when he told them his true identity. Frankly, he could have insulted their decor and spit in their fine china, and they would still be captivated by the grandson of Michael Allen Grey.Diana, meanwhile, had been exchanging furtive glances with Jason throughout those five minutes. Each look seemed to carry a silent plea, as if begging him to tread carefully. But Jason? Jason was calm, measured, and in complete control.And then there was Stefa
Clad in a tailored Armani suit, Jason looked every inch the part of a powerful heir. His black hair was styled to perfection, and his calm, unblinking demeanour seemed to cast a spell on everyone.Mildred gasped audibly, her eyes practically sparkling. “Oh my…” she murmured, as if Jason had stepped out of a magazine. Beside her, Richard was speechless, caught between admiration and disbelief.Damien, though already aware of Jason’s identity, was still taken aback. The man standing before them didn’t look ridiculed or cast aside. And he definitely didn’t look a bit like the ‘Thrifty Jay’ that they called him. No, he looked untouchable. Damien muttered under his breath, “I still can’t believe it…”Diana’s eyes were glued to Jason, hope swimming in them, as if silently praying the day would end in Jason’s favour.As for Stefan…A memory flashed unbidden into his mind, vivid and cutting.It was a sunny afternoon years ago, the day Diana had insisted he meet her boyfriend. They had arranged