In Brazil, Mr Terrence Bentley was having the time of his life with beautiful women all over him, one on his laps and two beside him. While he took a big hoof of cigarettes, he was enjoying the view when someone whispered something into his ears. He nodded and the person walked away. “Gentleman, I believe our trip is about to come to an end. We have more pressing businesses to take care of.” He uttered. “I agree.” Another uttered. “We have signed a cooperation with The Kennedy’s Enterprise so I have heard. What do you suggest we do moving forward?” Mr Terrence Bentley uttered. “We cannot just keep unlocking the lower classes. We need to find more allies if we're going to become bigger than what we are now.” Thomas a well known and close partner of Blue Net Group uttered. “Blue Net group has been known to be the biggest company the world has ever known. How else do you expect us to be bigger than what we already are, Mr Thomas?” Mr Terrence Bentley asked. “Well other underlyin
Elizabeth Kennedy was sitting at a balcony relaxing she had a lot on her mind because she has been thinking a lot lately about her husband probably, imagining too much about Troy's late night arrivals and early departures, so she decided to give herself a break and live a little. She went on a little trip at their family’s resort, just to unwind. Elizabeth felt asking her husband again and again would make her seem desperate or probably make him irritated, so she decided not to pursue the case any longer for her own peace of mind. Elizabeth knew that even if she questioned him he would come up with some lame excuses like he always does, so she sees no point in pursuing it, after all, she had no evidence against him, only imaginations and being an overthinker. So while relaxing, her phone had a faint vibration, barely audible, in other words a buzz! Thinking it was probably an alert or something even more trivial she ignored, she didn't put her mind into it, she just relaxed as s
Thomas after having lost everything decided that he would go to the opposite side with everything he's got he wants to make Terrence pay for everything. He felt he was the best candidate to take over the company, he had more insights and years of experience. So since he cannot have it, he would make sure he sinks that company to the best of his abilities. So he headed for a meeting with the founder and owner of Cyberdyne, he needed to speak with the owner. He knew how much he would be beneficial to them because he knows the in and outs of Blue Net Group, which would make him a valuable asset in Cyberdyne. “Good day Mr Thomas Miller, he's expecting you, please come with me, this way please.” A lady uttered and Thomas followed behind him. They got in front of an office and she stopped in her tracks “You may go in.” She uttered. “Thank you.” Thomas uttered and took a deep breath. He then walked gently into the office and met a man whose back was turned against him. “Good day M
“Boss I believe that you aren't the only one after Troy Reece.” Josh uttered over the phone. “What do you mean by that Josh?” Logan asked in surprise. “Someone else seems to want to destroy Troy as well.” Josh uttered. “Find out who this person is and why they have scores to settle with Troy. I must give Troy Reece the final blow.” Logan ordered. “Yes boss.” 'It seems I am not the only one who wants your downfall Troy, I wonder who else you wronged this time.’ Logan thought as he sat down at the office staring at nothing. His thoughts were all over the place. ****** A young man was in a hotel room deep in thoughts, ‘I wonder why you love him to a fault, Elizabeth. Even after getting an anonymous text message you still didn't blink an eyelid. How could you love someone who has been unfaithful to you? How could you love someone that doesn't respect you that has always used you for his personal gains? If you won't leave this marriage I will make sure you do.’ Liam Miller is fro
In no time Troy Reece arrived at Bethany's, with some documents, as he has been waiting for so long to go on a trip and unwind as well. He doesn't love either women, but what he wants is to fill his pocket with enough gold that would last him a lifetime, should anything happen to his relationship. All Troy has ever wanted was to be free and not married to anyone so he could have all the time in the world with different women but he cannot do that if he were still married to Elizabeth and if he wants to reach his goals, he has to keep a low profile. He's a gold digger, that's the best word to describe him. It's no wonder he and Bethany makes a strong pair. In order not to give Joshua a bad impression about them both, they acted civilly in front of him. “Welcome Mr Joshua McCain, the thing is we've already gotten another buyer and as you know this house is already up for $500,000 most people are pricing it for nothing less than 400 but there's someone who offered even a higher pr
‘I will do all I can to make sure your love for that nincompoop dies.’ Liam Miller thought as he stared out through the window of his room. He wanted to tell Mr Kennedy of his son-in-law's waywardness but disregarded that thought as he would be termed as a jealous man and even though that is what he is, no one has to know. He was jealous of how much love Elizabeth showered to a man who doesn't deserve her. Now Troy was preparing for a trip with his mistress but Elizabeth had no idea, that hurts him more than words can express. ***** Elizabeth returned back from her little trip, with inner doubts about everything. But she didn't want to ruin her marriage by asking more questions as that could make her husband suspicious and become more careful and cautious. She was scrolling through her phone when she saw another anonymous message and it reads: I know you don't believe the last message about your husband’s infidelities one bit, but your husband isn't all he seems to be. He has
Logan at the word of his father arrived in Amsterdam Netherlands in Europe and as soon as he got to the mansion he found his father in a wheelchair. Mr Terrence Bentley couldn't let on that everything was fine with him or that he was initially pretending just yet. So he had to play along because he needs his son to be determined to rule and take on such a huge organization. “Dad, I am home.” Logan uttered as he walked into his dad's room. “That's good to know son," he said, wheezing. “What is it that we needed to discuss?” Logan asked with all curiosity. “Everything!! A lot is happening with the higher ups now and you can't just possibly focus on only our business in California.” Terrence Bentley uttered. “I thought you said that I am to be the heir apparent when I have learned about it in six months?” Logan asked. “Yes, indeed I said that, because I didn't expect that the company would become threatened by your uncle so soon.” Mr Terrence Bentley retorted. “Uncle Williams?
Patricia Howard remained silent, the truth is, when Logan ran after a woman who wasn't even from a known family she was heartbroken, she couldn't possibly imagine that something like that could ever happen. Logan left her without any explanations, nothing. She thought they had something going on but he just took off and ran after a stranger and that hurts her so much. To the point that she blocked him from all social media accounts (Snap, Twitter) and so on. Everything she ever wanted was to be by Logan's side, she understood that their relationship were based on an agreement between two families but what she didn't expect was that Logan didn't actually love her because he never gave her any reasons to proof otherwise, so she felt they were both in a relationship and that they loved each other. They grew up together, they have been known and called couples for as long as she could remember, and Patricia is someone who doesn't love changes but when Logan left her she got buried i
Alex stepped forward and uttered; “Then we split up.. .Sean and Miss Patricia will work on disabling the detonation from here. I and Logan, will go to the facility and stop whoever planted this.” Terrence nodded. “Fine. But if this is a trap, you’ll need backup and I will be there.” Logan grinned darkly; “I’ve got enough firepower to deal with anything he throws at us.” Alex and Logan arrived at the power hub in record time, the countdown ticking ever closer to zero. The facility was quiet, but the tension was suffocating. “They’re here,” Logan muttered, scanning the shadows. “William wouldn’t leave this unguarded of course.” As if on cue, gunfire erupted from the far end of the hall. Logan bent for cover, returning fire as masked operatives swarmed the area. ‘Council agents? They are here too? Did they sign up with William?’ Logan thought and uttered; “William’s pulling every string he has got, I believe he is working with Council Members.” Alex then reloaded his weapon,
Logan folded his arms, looking deep into his father's eyes, he then said, his tone skeptical; “And you believe that?” Patricia, seated beside Logan and didn't say anything. Damon Salvatore uttered; “William is not someone who relies solely on physical resources. His greatest weapon has always been his mind. If he’s saying he’s still a threat, we should take that seriously.” Sean, leaning against the wall, chimed in. “Sorry to say this but, I have been monitoring chatter from the Council. It’s been unusually quiet lately… too quiet.” “Well, keep an eye on them, the bone of contention here is William.” Damon Salvatore retorted. “Sorry sir, the thing is, if William has connections, they might be lying low, waiting for the right moment.” Sean said. Terrence slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm and stern; “Enough. I won’t let that snake dictate how we live our lives. We’ve fought wars on multiple fronts before now, so we can handle whatever is coming.” Patricia who has
Days later, while the Council were mourning and regrouping, Terrence Bentley decided to go see his brother William D'Cruz in prison. The air inside the prison was tense. Terrence Bentley walked through the dimly lit corridors, his shoes echoing as he walked gently and took one step at a time. The guards gave him curious looks but stepped aside as he passed, recognizing the power of authority he carried. Finally, he reached the holding cell where his supposed brother, William D'Cruz, sat slouched on a bench looking even more pathetic than the last time they met. The man who had once been a master manipulator and Terrence’s greatest rival was now a shadow of his former self, dressed in a gray jumpsuit, his face gaunt but his eyes burning with determination.. Terrence smirked as he approached, leaning casually against the bars. “Well, well, well,” Terrence Bentley uttered, his voice filled with mockery; “Look who finally got a taste of justice. I almost didn’t believe it when
At the hidden bunker, Logan paced about, his mind lost in thoughts as the others worked. Patricia was seated at a corner desk, looking over intercepted Council files, her brows furrowed with all concentration. She might not understand what was going on, as she wasn't a part of this from the beginning, but she was willing to put her smartness to work. Despite the chaos around her, she remained focused, her mind was analysing patterns in the Council’s movements. “I think I found something,” Patricia said, and continued; “They’ve activated something called ‘Protocol Obsidian’ I don't know what it is but I believe it's… not just an attack. It’s a systematic purge. Logan, they’re coming for anyone who’s ever stood with us.” Logan nodded and said; “I figured as much.” Sean looked up from his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “We’ve got movement, lots of it. Drones, troops, the whole nine yards. They’re closing in on us faster this time.” Terrence grabbed his
Before the team could finalize their plans, Sean’s laptop blared an alert. It was a red warning that flashed across the screen of his laptop: “Network breach detected.” “They’ve found us!” Sean yelled, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, the farmhouse windows shattered as drones swooped in, their blades slicing the air. Gunfire erupted outside as Council operatives descended in waves. “Move!” Logan shouted, grabbing Patricia’s hand. Terrence and Sean covered their escape, firing at the advancing operatives. “Go! We’ll hold them off!” Terrence barked. Thankfully, Alex the mercenary was still around so he had to protect Terrence who was able to get out of there in one piece. Logan pulled Patricia through the back door, weaving through the trees as bullets whizzed and fly past them. The roar of an approaching helicopter grew louder as it gets closer to them, its spotlight was sweeping the forest ever so ferociously. “They’re everywhere!” Patricia gasped for brea
“Logan Bentley, well, he and his father who was supposed to be our ally continues to defy every expectations. Not only did they rescue Patricia Howard, but also managed to leave a facility we designed to be inescapable, they left it alive and without so much as a scratch. Yet our building fell again, that is totally not acceptable.” The woman in the sharp suit, known only as Wren, crossed her arms and leaned against the table. “The young Bentley is a problem indeed but then the bigger issue is that others are starting to believe the Council can be challenged.” Knox turned his gaze to her, he uttered; “And what would you propose, dear Wren? You failed to keep Patricia Howard under your supervision. I trust you won’t fail again.” Wren straightened, and said, “Bentley’s recklessness is his greatest weakness. He’s predictable, emotional. He’ll always prioritize his loved ones over strategy. That’s how we’ll break him.” Another Council member, a muscular man uttered; “We’ve already
Sean pointed to a live feed on the central monitor. The image was a little blurred but it was unmistakably, Patricia Howard, Logan's last shot at love. She was bound to a chair, her head slumped forward. She was out cold and blood was gushing out of her forehead, she must have put on a lot of resistance. The background was a white room room around it were flickering fluorescent lights, thus, it was hard to decipher where she was in. “They took her,” Sean said, his voice tight with controlled fury, he added; “The Council is retaliating, their plan is to hit us where it hurts.” Logan’s blood ran cold as he stared at the screen. His hands were curled into fists to the point that his nails were digging hard into his palms. “Where is she?” Logan demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Sean pulled up a map, highlighting a remote facility deep in the mountains. “Satellite intel puts her here. It’s heavily guarded—Council operatives, drones, and likely traps. They want us to come for h
Logan was quite hot headed and an idea popped into his head and he wanted to see someone in the council, someone high enough he needed to stop playing games with them. He walked towards one of the supposed Council backups and stated sternly. “Hey you, I need to speak to your director right now.” The agent hesitated and surprised that the person they were chasing would come out to the open. And since there were other people who weren't from the council members present at the scene, there was nothing he could do but say; “The Director is currently en route to another operation… she..” “I don’t care where she is,” Logan snapped, his tone brooking no argument. “Tell her it’s about Project Solace, I am sure she’ll listen.” The agent nodded reluctantly, pulling out a secure comm device. As he relayed the message, Logan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Terrence. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You think Haynes is clean? This is a dangerous move.” “I don’t know if she is c
It was the figure of a man, who was staring at his screen attentively, as his face illuminated the glow of the screens. Each of the monitors displayed a different angle of the now-destroyed facility, he was very much upset. On one of the screens, this man zoomed in and saw his enemies, Logan and his team as they retreated, they were barely visible due to the fire burning and the smoke. He was wearing a suit and a silver ring engraved with a strange symbol, he smirked at the sight of this. His cold, calculating eyes didn’t waver as he sipped from a glass of Hennessy. “Impressive, I must say,” he muttered to himself, spinning the glass lazily. “Logan's resilience is… is irritating, but commendable. And Terrence, oh, Terrence, just so predictable… Always predictable as always.” He pressed a button on his desk, just then a beep followed, and the voice of an assistant responded instantly. “Yes, sir?” “Deploy Unit Seven. I want Logan tracked. Leave him enough rope to play