Garry has stayed longer than he had anticipated in Mike's place in the United Kingdoms, when he felt he wasn't downhearted anymore and he couldn't keep running away from his responsibilities. He decided he would have to go back to his father's mansion and try as much as possible to learn about the entire syndicate. Because from his conversation with Nolen, he has no idea what the syndicate was all about. After bidding Mike and Natalie bye promising he would come visit soon enough, he left. Arriving in the Netherlands, his driver came to pick him up from the airport and he went straight home to his father's mansion. Garry set his bags down in his dimly lit hallway, the familiar scent of his cologne and old books, proves that he was Home. But he barely had time to inhale the scent and look around before a knock sounded at his door. Opening it, Garry found Nolen standing on the doorway looking as serious as always. “Uncle Nolen, what brings you here so late at night?” he asked.
Bentley’s words filled Garry's mind and he just couldn’t help but feel the weight of what he’d just stepped into. He’d thought he knew, thought he’d been prepared, but the reality of the syndicate was starting to press on him like a cold grip around his heart. It's been days since they had that conversation but it hasn't been easy, the syndicate was deeper than just dealing with the men. There were secrets, about the syndicate that he just couldn't fathom. He had another meeting with Terrence Bentley today, so he dressed up and went to him, besides he was still learning the ropes about this whole thing. “Oh Garry welcome, He is waiting for you.” Damon Salvatore uttered and led him to Terrence's study. Bentley set his glass of wine down and stood up, beckoning Garry to follow him. They walked down a narrow corridor, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Bentley glanced back as if sensing Garry’s unease. “I know it feels like a betrayal, Garry,” he said and continu
The night air was cold as Garry slipped into the passenger seat of the black GLK, Nolen was silent in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixed straight ahead. “Do you know where we’re headed?” Garry asked, glancing over at Nolen. Nolen nodded, and uttered “Paris… Elena Donovan’s last known location was a safe house in the 7th Street. She’s been on the run for weeks. The syndicate has people watching her, but no one has gotten close enough to make the grab.” Garry let out a slow breath, trying to shake the tension in his chest. “And you’re just… watching? No advice, no help? Aren't you supposed to give me a tip?” Nolen glanced at him, a smirk appeared on his face. “This is your assignment, kid. Bentley wants to see what you’re made of. I am just here to make sure you survive it.” Garry swallowed, feeling the weight of that statement, he then nodded and uttered; “I can handle it.” Nolen’s smirk grew slightly. “We’ll see.” The drive to Paris felt like a test of endurance, every mile
She laughed softly and uttered; “Oh no, I didn’t betray him, Garry. He betrayed himself, and he betrayed you. If you knew the things he did… if you knew what the syndicate truly is, you wouldn’t be sitting in that seat, driving me back like some obedient dog." Garry’s grip on the wheel tightened, anger flaring in his chest. "You don't know anything about him or about me." "Don’t I?" she countered, and blurted out; "He kept so much from you. Did you ever stop to wonder why? Did you ever question Bentley’s true intentions? Or are you just blindly following orders, hoping you’ll live up to a memory that’s only half the truth?" Garry’s jaw clenched, a cold, gnawing doubt beginning to creep in. He thought he’d understood his father, thought he’d known the man who had raised him, but Elena’s words stirred something deep within him, an uncomfortable feeling, like a shadow lurking around beyond his reach, somewhat far-fetched. It was like this just might be bigger than he is and the onl
An ambulance screeched to a halt in front of a house in the Brooklyn neighborhood.A few minutes later, paramedics emerged out of the house, carrying a woman on a stretcher. She covered her face and upper body with a towel, her bare lower half stained with blood, curled up in pain.It was bustling, and onlookers quickly pulled out their phones to capture the shocking scene. Before long, various short videos from different angles were uploaded to Snap Shorts, going viral in no time.In an office, Logan had just wrapped up his workday. Feeling bored, he received a notification on his phone about the video.Driven by curiosity, he clicked to watch, seeing people speculate that the woman might have been injured during sex. Logan found it amusing and even made a crude joke in the comments about the woman's boyfriend being quite the stud.However, when he scrolled to the next video, which was nearly identical but from a different angle, he froze. He recognized the house in the footage—it wa
Logan looked at his wife lying in bed, eyes closed, occasionally furrowing her brow as if in pain. Seeing her in such a pitiful state made Logan angry and painful, and he instinctively reached out to gently touch her face. But then, the words that escaped Bethany's lips in her sleep froze his hand in mid-air. "Don't go, Troy..." she murmured, calling out another man's name even in her dreams, her hands flailing as if trying to grasp something. Suddenly, she grabbed Logan's arm, making him even more agitated, and he pulled away sharply. "Troy, don't go!" Bethany shouted in panic, then sat up abruptly. She opened her eyes, scanning the room in confusion. When she saw Logan, she froze. "T-Logan... what are you doing here?" she stammered. "Shouldn't you tell me why you're in the hospital?" Logan shot back, glaring into her eyes. Seemingly startled by his harsh tone, Bethany lowered her gaze, her eyes darting around, unsure how to respond. But after a few seconds, she seemed to gro
Bethany was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Logan to bring up divorce. She frowned and impatiently asked, "Logan, what do you want? How can you want to divorce me over something so trivial? What about your responsibilities as a man and a husband?"Bethany didn’t actually want a divorce. Although she didn’t love Logan, she thoroughly enjoyed his affection and financial support.As for Troy, Bethany loved him very much and he's wealthier than Logan. But unfortunately, Troy can't marry her.Still speaking with an air of arrogance, Bethany completely glossed over her infidelity and boldly accused Logan of lacking responsibility.Logan was incredulous at her shamelessness. "Trivial? Cheating is trivial? Cheating that leads to a ruptured ovary is trivial? Bethany, you are shameless!"Bethany shot him a disdainful glance and casually replied, "Logan, I hope you understand that even though I married you, my body still belongs to myself. You, as my husband, only have the right to use it."
“Wait, what did you just say, Hillary?” Logan’s face turned pale as he struggled to believe what Hillary had just said.Meanwhile, Hillary was happily playing with her big toy, completely unaware of the unusual tone in Logan's voice. She said sweetly, “This big Barbie was given to me by my rich daddy. Rich daddy is really nice, and I love him.”Logan’s mind went blank at her words.Taking a deep breath, he crouched down to look at his innocent daughter and seriously emphasized, “Hillary, look at me. I... I am your... father, your... only... father!” But his voice trembled slightly.Hillary seemed confused by her father's seriousness and asked, “But Mommy told me I have two daddies. She said you are the poor daddy, and the one who gave me gifts this morning is the rich daddy.”Logan’s eyes widened in shock and despair. He never expected that his wife not only betrayed him but also taught their daughter to call her lover “daddy”!If he had known this while he was in the hospital, he wou