Shadow stared at Jason, dumbstruck. “How on earth are you going to?“Jason cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Don’t ask any questions.” He gazed at Shadow intensely. “Do you trust me?”Shadow was getting agitated. "Yes, of course, I do, but how?”Jason cut him off the second time. “No, don't ask any questions. You will get your daughter back, and I'll make sure of it. Just tell me when you want to give the money to the Steel Consortium, and I’ll make it available.” Jason said it on a note of finality.Shadow wanted to object and ask exactly how Jason planned to get such a large sum. His mind raced as he thought of the different possibilities.‘Is it from the Sinclair's’ he thought to himself. ‘Or is he into something shady?’ Shadow shuddered at the thought of Jason getting into the very thing that he was running away from.His eyes darted around the penthouse. He hadn’t been able to take in the surroundings properly, but now that he had, he was taken aback. How is he ab
It had been two hours since Jason and Shadow had their conversation in the living room. Now both men were getting ready to head out to give the money to the Steel Consortium.Jason grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and walked out of his room. He stood in the living room, waiting for Shadow, while he absentmindedly fiddled with the keys in his hands.Nearly twenty minutes had passed, but his friend still hadn't come out. He sighed before putting the keys in his pocket and knocking on the door of the room that Shadow was in."Buddy, we have to go soon.” His voice came out in a raised tone.No answer.Jason knocked again. There was silence for a few seconds till Shadow said, “Come in.”Jason opened the door and walked into the room to find his friend fully dressed but sitting on the bed as if he had nowhere to be.With a brow raised in confusion, Jason said, “You're already dressed; why didn't you come out?” “Jason… I haven't told you the whole truth about what happened between the Consor
All three men were now inside the warehouse. Jason and Shadow stood on one side while Dmitri was crouched opposite them, inspecting the dollar bills in the duffel bag, which was now placed on the ground.Jason was still studying Dmitri, and he didn't like the way that he was taking his time to inspect the money. Shadow could feel the agitation rising inside him as he tugged on the collar of his shirt.“It's all there—five hundred thousand. I can count it if you want. Just help me get my daughter back.”Dmitri rose from his crouched position, and even though Shadow towered over him, he somehow managed to dominate the room with his presence. He stared at Shadow intensely. “We don't want the money,” he said coldly, his words hanging in the air.Both Jason and Shadow’s bodies tensed at Dnitri’s words. ”What do you mean you don't want the money?” Shadow blurted out, his tone dripping with shock and anger."Well, I meant exactly what I said,” Dmitri smiled coyly. “I discussed it with the fe
“Timothy, do you understand?” Jason said, his phone pressed to his ear and jaw set."Yes, I do, Young Master,” Timothy said hesitantly.“I'm going to need feedback as soon as possible.”"Understood, Young Master, I'll take care of it.”Jason sighed before hanging up and putting his phone in his back pocket. Jason and Shadow were now at the apartment, waiting for Dmitri to send them the address of the District Attorney, Wallace Brown.A distressed Shadow walked into the living room, his arms crossed as he slowly paced around the room, his mind racing.“What do you think Dmitri meant by Aurora being closer than I think?” he asked Jason.Jason had his suspicions about what Dmitri meant, and he was almost certain that he was right, but there was still room for doubt, and he didn't want to put any ideas in his friend’s head, knowing how rash he could be, especially when it came to Aurora. So he placed his fingers on his temple and feigned complete ignorance. “I don't know; maybe he just s
The pair was now on their way back to the penthouse, and their heads were still reeling from the events of the night. The city lights flickered in the distance as they drove through the night. Shadow’s grip on the armrest tightened with each passing moment, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and frustration.“I just don't understand why he'd set us up,” Shadow said, his tone a mix of anger and bewilderment. Jason glanced at his friend, noticing the tension etched into his features. “If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say he expected that you’d beat him up, then his wife would call the cops, and you’d get arrested,” Jason replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.“I know that, but why?” Shadow’s voice carried a hint of desperation. He looked out the window as if the answers to his questions were there.“It seems to me like Dmitri and probably other members of the Steel Consortium have it out for you,” Jason said, his voice calm yet weighed with concern.“I don't get it; I know I lost a lot
"No,” Shadow opposed firmly.“No?” Jadon’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Don't you want to know why they have it out for you?”"Yes, of course I do," Shadow said, then fixed his gaze on Jason; worry was etched into his features. “I'll go, but you stay. From here on out, I have to do this alone. The Steel Consortium is very dangerous, Jason. I can't let you keep getting entangled in their affairs. We could've gotten arrested today!”Jason shook his head and let out a small chuckle, which annoyed his friend. “You don't get it, do you? When I said we were getting her back, I meant it. My friend, I've started this with you, and I'm going to finish it,” he said, his tone resolute.The stern facade that Shadow tried to put on cracked as he heard Jason’s words. “I… I just want you to know what you're getting into. These guys have no scruples.”Jason nodded. “I know; I've dealt with a couple of conscienceless people myself,” he said.Shadow gave Jason a knowing nod, realizing that he was refe
An intense emotion flashed across Connie’s blue orbs for a split second before she replaced it with a blank stare. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "I don't know anything about that man; I'm sorry,” she said. Jason cocked a brow in response to Connie’s feigned ignorance. “Really?”“Yes, so is there any other way that I can repay you?” she urgedJason rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to lie, Connie; I know you know who Shadow is. He needs your help.”Connie scoffed “Don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful for your help with that scumbag Gabriel,” her face twisted with anger at the mention of his name. “But you can’t force me to tell you things about a person that I don’t know, then claim that I know him without having any proof.” Her tone was resolute and firm. Without saying a word, Jason quickly reached into the front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a small photograph and showed it to Connie. The photograph depicted Connie with a small smile on her face. Shadow stoo
Jason finally spoke after hearing everything that Connie had to say. “How did the Consortium find all of this out, if I may ask?”“Do you not believe me?” Connie cocked an eyebrow.“Don't be offended, Connie, but this is a serious accusation; I just want to confirm that it's true," Jason said calmly Connie scoffed. “Of course it's true. The boss didn't even want to believe it till he found proof to back it up.”“What proof?” Jason urged “Photos, one of our-” Connie paused immediately as if she were being controlled by a remote. “I've said too much. Listen, whether you believe me or not, that's what happened. I suppose you're doing some sort of business with him, so you're trying to find out if he's trustworthy.”“That's not exactly the case,” Jason stated. He knew that he already had Connie where he wanted her. She was a high-ranking member, yet she was talking to him about the Consortium. All he had to do was get her to tell him how those photos came about so he could confirm if hi
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
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’