It had been an hour since Jason and Diana signed the papers. It had been an hour since they ended a three-year union in about three seconds. It had been an hour, and in that time, Jason should’ve already reached the apartment and called Timothy and Reuben to meet up with him like he said he would.But he was still parked a few blocks away from the Sinclair mansion, sitting still in the driver's seat, staring into the distance, dazed.A single tear traveled down his cheeks as he thought of what he had just done. This is exactly why he wanted to sign the papers today; he knew that if he waited for even a day, he wouldn’t trust himself to sign them.What hurt him more was that when he looked back at their marriage, he didn’t have memories of laughter or warmth. Maybe in the honeymoon stage, but most of it was Diana’s silent disdain. She had only just started coming around when Stephen came in with that ultimatum that put it all to an end.He looked down at his ring finger, where his wedd
Ding!Jason checked the notification on his phone thinking that it was Timothy’s email but instead, it was a message from Christopher Christopher: Brother please can we meet up tomorrow, it's urgent.Jason audibly chuckled at the message. Brother? Christopher had never referred to Jason as his brother, not even when they were little. What the hell was he on?He discarded the message and continued to wait for Timorhy’s list and the flight confirmation.Ding!Another notification. He thought for sure that this time it was from Timothy, but a scowl was etched on his face when he saw that it was Christopher once againChristopher: It's about my mom.Jason’s heart leaped out of his chest and then sunk into the bottom of his stomach. His eyes fixed on the screen, a mix of concern and curiosity etched on his face. What about Elizabeth? He wondered.Elizabeth Mathews was Christopher's mom who was also like a mother to Jason. One of his last memories of his mom was her entrusting Elizabeth wi
With the anticipation for the journey ahead and his meeting with Christopher, Jason barely got any sleep that night. It was now the next morning, and he woke up groggy and a bit disoriented.His stomach rumbled, and he clutched it in agony. Since the light breakfast he had hastily prepared at Amelia's apartment yesterday, he hadn't eaten. With the emotions from the divorce weighing on him and the preparations for the trip, he had forgotten to eat something.There was no food in the apartment, as Jason barely stayed there. He decided that he'd get something to eat on his way back from Christipher’s.He checked the message that Christopher sent him yesterday containing his address. It was about thirty minutes from the apartment. He got ready in a hurry and then went downstairs. He didn't take the Benz and opted for the taxi instead.The car wasn't his style, and he didn't want to get used to it. He made a mental note to call Timothy and tell him to donate the car.When he got into the t
“Mom?” Jason’s voice trembled as he called out, her name hanging in the air like a whisper. In the surreal and unfamiliar landscape, his mother, Abigail, stood before him.She was beautiful as ever; her brunette tresses cascaded down her back in bouncy curls, perfectly framing her ivory face.Desperation seized him as he chased after her, the dream shifting and twisting with each step. Amidst the laughter of distant children, she remained elusive, running away in a dreamlike ballet. “Wait, Mom!” he called, the park transforming into a maze of memories.A muted groan came out of Jason’s lips as he blinked his eyes open. His body felt heavy, and when he tried to move it, he felt strangely confined. Then the realization struck him like a harsh blow: he was tied to a chair.The rough texture of the rope pressed into his wrists. As his gaze flickered around the room, he was disturbed to find that it had an unsettling resemblance to his childhood bedroom.The bed, draped with faded sheets, s
Jason’s pulse quickened as he sat there. Beads of sweat decorated his face, and his palms were clammy against the texture of the chair. His breath came out in shallow gasps, and the air was heavy with the scent of fear.As the seconds flickered by, the room seemed to get smaller and smaller.His thoughts raced. If he died now, he would never meet his real family and know for sure what or who his mother was running from, he thought.His reverie continued, and he thought of Lana. If he breathed his last breath in this chair, he would never know if Lana was his child; if she was, he'd never know the joy of being a father.Calculated but hesitant footsteps filled the air, boring through his thoughts and bringing him back to his grim reality. The blood on his face blurred his vision, but he could slightly make out when the person entered the room.It was a masked figure; the person was big and tall. That was all Jason could make out. He bowed his head, his chest tightening. So this was his
“Shadow, could you give Christopher and me a moment?" Jason’s voice cut through the air, and the room fell into silence as Shadow nodded and exited without a word.Silence fell between the two for a moment; the tension was palpable. Christopher was the one to break it. "Jason, I went too far. I can't believe what I tried to do. What I did-“Christopher’s words lingered in the air. Before he could finish his sentence, Jason’s fist collided with Christopher’s face, the sound bouncing off the walls like a gunshot.Christopher staggered backward, caught off guard by the sudden blow. His hand instinctively flew to his throbbing cheek, and his eyes went wide with shock and pain.Jason stared at him with an unreadable expression on his face. “All day I've listened to you talk; now it’s your turn to listen,” Jason said coldly. It took everything in him to restrain himself from punching him repeatedly.“You obviously have some unresolved issues when it comes to your childhood, and that’s totall
When Jason got into the apartment, it didn’t take much convincing to get Shadow to come with him. They both enjoyed each other’s company and time always seemed to fly by when the two of them were together. Jason had always said that if they had been roommates, the year that he spent in jail would’ve felt like a day.After washing up and dressing his wounds, Jason finally turned on his phone. He had three missed calls from Timothy and two from Reuben. Instinctively he checked if he had gotten any enigmatic texts, but there were none to be found.He called Timothy, who picked up even before the first ring. Timothy started speaking immediately after he picked up.“Good Evening Young Master, are you okay?” Timothy’s tone was full of concern and his words came out so fast Jason could barely catch them. “Yes I'm fine” Jason replied.He heard Timothy sigh in relief on the other end “When the driver of the car that I arranged for you told me that you didn’t show up I didn’t know what to thi
Shadow had always been inquisitive and curious. That was one of the things that Jason liked about him. It was Shadow’s curiosity that saved Jason’s life. The warden who found Jason’s almost lifeless body in prison was only able to do so because Shadow was insistent on hearing noises like someone was being tortured.No other inmates dared to speak because they knew that Rosco, the kingpin of the prison, was the one beating Jason. But Shadow insisted, and eventually, the warden decided to inspect the area. That's why Jason credits Shadow with saving his life, not the warden.Shadow had also stayed with Jason until he fully recovered. He asked him so many questions during that time, and even though Jason was slightly annoyed at first, he later enjoyed it and liked the fact that Shadow was so interested.Shadow’s eyes would always have an inquisitive glint in them when he was about to ask a series of questions. Jason knew it well; it was currently in his eyes.Jason didn't know what Shadow
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’