“Get in the car; we’re following them." Jason finally spoke, and Timothy and him rushed into the car and tailed behind Christopher and Diana.
***Diana held her baby in her arms in the small doctor’s office. She tapped her nails on the wall repeatedly as she waited for the results.Christopher noticed her anxiousness and put a calming hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.The doctor came into the room, and Diana got up from her seated position. “Is she going to be okay?”"Yes, ma’am, your baby just has a fever. I suggest she take lots of liquids and get enough rest. It’ll go down on its own; no medication is needed.” The doctor assured Diana.She let out a breath of relief. “Thank you so much.”“Did you hear that, my love? It’s just a fever,” she said in a soft voice to her baby.The doctor gave them both a soft smile before leaving the room.“I told you, Di, there was nothing for you to be worried about," Christopher said.He focused his gaze on Diana, a stern expression etched on his face: "Di, now that we’re here, I think it’s time we take the test.”Diana tilted her head back and put her hand on her temples. "Chris, please don’t start with this now.”“Diana I need to know if this baby is mine."Christopher’s voice came out higher than he intended.The baby began to let out a loud cry: “Now you’ve upset Lana." Diana rocked her back and forth. “I’m sorry, baby.”“Please take me home, Christopher; my baby needs to rest,” Diana said as she took her handbag and walked towards the door."Diana, don't..." she alked out before Christopher could finish his sentence.***Jason and Timothy had followed them all the way to the hospital and back.“What the hell would they be doing at a hospital?” Jason said, tapping his foot on the ground incessantly.He was now in front of the mansion once again, but now he was ready to confront Diana. Especially about the baby.“Young Master, I think you should sit down for a while," Timothy said with concern.Jason was about to object when he saw Diana alighting from the car.Suddenly, all the different things he had planned to say to her escaped his memory, and before he could stop himself, he was already advancing towards her.Each step he took closer to her made his blood pump faster. He felt a mixture of rage, betrayal, and uncertainty as he inched closer to her.Diana, who had had her gaze fixed on her baby until she heard her name from a voice she was certain she would never hear again,.“Diana, is that my daughter or his?” Jason hissed, his voice bitter on the last word.Diana slowly lifted her head to confirm if her mind was playing tricks on her or not.No, it wasn’t. Jason was actually standing in front of her. All the colour left her face as she locked her gaze with his.She stared into his brown eyes, which once looked at her with so much admiration but were now filled with a much darker emotion.Her eyes lowered down to his body, which was more toned, his muscles filling the tight black shirt that he had on.“Jason?” She said it more as a question than a statement.“I asked you a question, Diana,” he said, his voice stern.Diana's brows furrowed and her jaw clenched in anger. “Who the hell do you think you are to come here and ask questions?” she hissed.“I’m your fucking husband who was locked up for a year by your father and finally got set free only to find out that you’ve been hooking up with Christopher.” His eyes were red, and teardrops clung to the bottom of his eyelashes.“My father? You're the one who left!"Christopher, who was distracted by a phone call before, finally came out of the car. His face went pale when he saw Jason.“What the hell is he doing here?”“I should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing with my wife?” Jason got closer to Christopher, but Christopher pushed him back aggressively.Jason staggered backwards but got his balance. It took everything in him not to punch Christopher square in the face.He fixed his gaze on Diana again. “I can’t believe this. You really thought that I would leave you?”” He let out a sarcastic laugh. “It didn’t even take too much to convince you that I left before you ran into this moron’s arms."Diana froze. She knew that Jason was right. She didn’t even put up a fight or even try to look into his disappearance. One text was all it took for her to turn her back on him.But her stubbornness and pride didn’t let her reasonable side last long. “You’re a liar; my father had nothing to do with this; you ran away because of the way my family treated you.” Diana didn’t know when tears started running down her cheeks. “You gave up on us.”“You’re still saying that bullshit?” Jason huffed in frustration. “And why are you crying? I'm the one who’s gone through hell for a year to come back and see that you might have a baby with my so-called brother!"Diana was at a loss for words. She looked for something to say to defend herself and justify her actions, but she couldn’t find anything.“Can you blame her if she does?" Christophe said, “I mean, look at you." He eyes Jason up and down with disgust. “You may have gotten tougher, but you’re still a low-life, a nobody who has nothing. Just a pauper who got lucky enough to marry an angel like Diana, and you still blew it.”He was able to connect the dots at that moment. Diana wasn’t in on the plan, but she didn’t even bother to look for him.Stephen probably took his phone that day and sent a text to Diana, telling her that he had left.And that’s all it took for her to go running into Christopher’s arms without a second thought.Jason looked at him, then at Diana again, then let out a sarcastic laugh. “You two actually deserve each other so much." He looked directly at Diana this time. “And I hope for your sake that the baby is Christopher's, because if it’s mine, I’ll make sure she grows up far away from you and the snakes you call family.”Jason turned on his heel and left without saying another word.He entered into the car and looked at Timothy who had a look of pity on his face as if he had gone through it with Jason“Young Master…” he started but was intercepted by Jason“Timothy, exactly how powerful are the Grey’s”“Young Master if I were to compare I’d say they’re just as powerful if not more powerful than the French monarchy in the 1700s”Jason smirked “That’s wonderful” He continued “You asked me what my plan was before, we’ll it’s simple. I’m going to make Christopher and the Sinclair’s pay. Every single one of them…Including Diana”The Escalade parked in front of a luxurious apartment complex in Soho. The building exuded opulence and was only occupied by the top one percent in the country.Timothy tapped Jason’s shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. “We’re here, Young Master.”Jason blinked. He had been thinking of Christopher and Diana, but most of all about the baby girl. Helooked at the apartment in awe. “My grandfather owns this.""Actually,Young Master , you are the owner."Jason stared at Timothy, stunned, so he explained further. “Your grandfather bought different properties around the world as birthday gifts for you, in hopes that one day you’d come back and claim rightful ownership of them."Jason muttered an ‘Oh my God’ under his breath. This was definitely going to take some getting used to, he added internally.Timothy alighted from the car and opened the passenger door for Jason.That was also going to take some getting used to. Jason thought, stepping out of the car.“So,” he started, but was
“How so? Jason questioned Timothy and eagerly awaited his response.“I have a friend who wanted to do business with QuantumPower, but he decided against it after getting a tip that their financial directors had been concealing large debts.”Jason’s eyes had a glint in them as the words left Timothy’s mouth, and he urged him to continue.“He wanted me to help him look into it, but I was too occupied at the time with more pressing matters, so I put that on hold, but I did get a name, Christopher Mathews.”“So if we can prove that he’s been concealing debts..." Jason started"The company will lose all current and potential investors, and he’ll be fired." Timothy completed the statements with a smile.“But how the hell are we supposed to prove that?” Jason sighed.“You’re Jason Grey!” Timothy exclaimed “A member of one of the most powerful and influential families in the world. All we need to do is find someone who’s going to talk and figure out their price,” Timothy said, lifting up the
Jason’s brows furrowed, his face twisting into a mix of surprise and confusion.He looked over at Timothy, who was still praising Reuben, then tapped him to draw his attention."Yes, Young Master,” Timothy said as he turned to face Jason.“Is the SIM card in this phone new?" Jason questioned him as he held the phone up."Yes, Young Master, Why do you ask?” Timothy said, worry etched on his face.Jason shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind. Let’s get back to the apartment." Jason saidWhen they arrived back at the apartment, Jason said goodnight to Reuben and Timothy, then went into his bedroom.He replayed Christopher’s takedown in his mind with a proud smile on his face.Then his face dropped once he remembered the message he had received. He opened his phone and checked the message again.His mind was racing with different thoughts, especially wondering if it was actually Diana.He looked at the number.It wasn’t Diana’s.Could she have gotten a new number? He thought to himself.His
“You bastard!” Andrew shouted while the rest of the family stood there, stunned. He ran up to Jason and lunged at him, but Jason swiftly dodged his blow and backed away. Andrew tried to hit him again, but Diana quickly inserted herself in between the two."Andrew, please, let’s be civil," Diana pleaded.Her small gesture warmed Jason’s heart; it was practically the first time she was defending him in front of her family.“Civil? There’s no being civil to animals like him; how do you leave your wife for a year when she’s pregnant to do God-knows-what?"Andrew spat.Diana hadn’t shown anyone the message except Christopher and her father. A small part of her knew that it was strange, so she still had a little hope he would return.She knew that if she had told her entire family, they would jump at the opportunity and not only celebrate but also start looking for a new husband for her.“Jason didn’t know that I was pregnant,” Diana uttered softly.“That’s no excuse for leaving; I mean, he
Diana’s expression was sombre, and Jason looked at her with worry.“What was Andrew going on about?” Jason questioned."It's nothing, Jason." Diana dismissed him, turned off the bedroom lights, and then got into bed.“Really? So the future of your family is nothing?” Jason said, turning the light back on.“Andrew was just exaggerating. Please let me sleep. I'm very tired,” she said, then turned the light back off.Jason turned it on again, making Diana groan in frustration. "Jason, for God’s sake, stop being a child and let me..." Diana was interrupted by Lana’s cries. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, cupping her face on her palms.She turned to face Jason, her face twisted in anger. “You see what you did?" she pointed at the baby crib. “It's going to take me forever to put her back to sleep."Jason took a good look at his wife; the dark circles that sat under her eyes were a testament to all the stress she had gone through.Raising the baby all on her own these past few months couldn’t have b
Jason stood there, stunned. The same Elysian Syndicate that the Sinclair’s were counting on to save their company? He couldn’t believe it."Timothy, this is incredible," he said with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t even realise it when he embraced Timothy out of excitement."Oh, young master," Timothy said shyly.Jason quickly let him go, then cleared his throat. “So I'm assuming that Grey’s bought the company?”“Yes, your grandfather understands your reservations about coming home, and he would like for you to at least practice ownership of a company with the Elysian Syndicate.”Jason’s eyes widened. “He wants me to practice with one of the biggest companies in the country? He couldn’t have bought a MacDonalds."Timothy stifled a laugh. "Well, Grey Enterprises is much bigger than the Elysian Syndicate, so it makes sense that he would want you to start with it.”“This is great news, Timothy.”"Yeah, young master, I’ll send you the contact information of Amelia Steele; she is the ch
Jason sat there dazed, his mind reeling from Martin’s audacious proposal. He couldn’t believe what this bastard had just told him. He gritted his teeth in anger.“I know you’ve never seen so much money at once, so there’s no need for you to pretend with me." Martin continued, “If you take the money and let me have my way with her, then the partnership will be secured.”Jason was livid. This bastard put a measly price of five thousand dollars on his priceless Diana. This was the last straw.Jason masked his anger with a tight smile. “Will you excuse me for just a second?” he said, rising to leave the table.Martin smiled, thinking that Jason was about to accept his offer.Jason went into the men’s bathroom and dialed Amelia Steele’s number. It rang twice before the call connected.“Hello, am I speaking with Amelia Steele?” he said.“Yes, this is she. Mr. Grey, is that you?”Jason paused. Timothy must’ve already given her my number, he thought."Yes, this is Jason Grey.”“Good Evening S
Early the next morning, Jason took the bus to the Elysian Sybdicate. The grand building stood nine stories high. It stood out in the city with its elegant columns and sleek glass surfaces.He entered the building and used the elevator to go straight up to the top floor.He got out and started to walk towards Amelia’s office. He was stopped in his tracks by the secretary calling out to him.“Excuse me, sir," she shouted.Jason turned back and walked towards her desk. The woman was probably in her late twenties. A scowl was present on her lips as she looked at Jason. “You can’t go in without an appointment.”Jason smiled politely and said, “Good morning, miss..." He looked at her name tag, " Tammy, I don’t need an appointment to see Ms. Amelia; she’s already expecting me, I assure you. ”“Sir, your assurance means nothing to me." She chuckled bitterly. “You really expect me to believe that you.” She waved a hand up and down and sized him up with her eyes. “Have an appointment with Ameli
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
The vineyard stretched endlessly in neat, sunlit rows, lush green vines crawling over carefully constructed trellises. The air was thick with the sweet smell of ripening grapes and damp soil, but inside the rustic estate house, Stefan Sinclair paced restlessly by the window, his phone clenched in his hand. He glanced at the screen for the hundredth time—no messages, no missed calls.Damien’s father, Richard, entered the room with a jovial smile, followed closely by his wife, Mildred.“Stefan,” Richard said warmly, his voice echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged room. “The vineyard is particularly beautiful this time of year, don’t you think?”Stefan turned, forcing a thin smile. “It is, Richard. Truly.” His tone flattened. “But I have to say, the service here is… shitty.”Richard’s booming laugh filled the room as Mildred chuckled softly beside him.“Ah, yes,” Richard said with a grin. “We didn’t take that into consideration when we bought the place. You can barely send a text, let a
Kent’s car cruised down the empty highway, music blaring from the radio. Kent gripped the steering wheel with one hand, tapping it to the beat while belting out the chorus of an old rock song with a self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. Andrew sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window, clearly unimpressed.“Jesus Christ, you’re tone-deaf,” Andrew muttered, cutting through Kent’s off-key singing.Kent smirked but didn’t miss a beat. “You just don’t appreciate talent.”Andrew shifted in his seat, finally turning to face him. “You do realise we still have to figure out what happened with the accounts, right?”Kent’s smirk faltered for a split second before returning. “Relax. I’m on it. I told the bank to run a thorough investigation. We’ll know soon enough.”Andrew didn’t look convinced. “And maybe we need to run an investigation of our own.”Kent arched a brow, eyes flicking toward him. “What the hell do you mean by that?”Andrew’s voice remained calm, but
Jason sat on the couch, watching Amelia pace the apartment with nervous energy. Her hands kept brushing through her hair as if trying to shake off the morning’s events. She turned suddenly, her voice slightly breathless.“You have no idea how scared I was, Jason,” Amelia said. “When that secretary came into Kent’s office to tell him about the accounts and the way he looked at me…I thought for sure he knew.” She let out a shaky laugh. “I swear, I thought he was going to call me out right then and there.”Jason leaned back, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But he didn’t.”Amelia stopped pacing and sighed. “No. He just turned around and gave me his usual ‘I’m superior to you’ attitude and sent me out of the office. Rudely, of course. I should’ve been pissed, but I was so relieved.” She paused, crossing her arms with a grin. “It’s kind of the best way things could’ve played out.”Jason nodded, his eyes full of quiet admiration. “You did well, Amelia. More than well. You’
Connie, under the alias Renata, stepped into the Elysian Syndicate, her red-bottom heels clicking and contrasting sharply against the white marble floor. Painting it red wherever she stepped. With her fur coat and extensions that battled her in height, she fully embodied a different persona. A caricature of a mob princess, some might say, but she wanted to go all out and was thoroughly enjoying it.Beside her, Shadow—now Steel—kept a measured pace, his imposing figure exuding quiet confidence. The brim of his hat cast a shadow over his eyes, concealing the hidden camera embedded in its design.Kent and Andrew stood near the entrance, their expressions calm but calculating.“Ah, Renata and Steel,” Kent greeted with a polite smile, extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both.”Andrew nodded, his tone equally professional. “We’ve heard great things. Shall we?”Connie accepted Kent’s handshake with a sharp smile, her grip so firm it stunned Kent for a second. “The pleasu
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