Bethany and Troy were both enjoying having the time of their lives in Los Angeles. They had wanted to go to Hawaii but it was much more expensive, besides they wanted to start a new life together, they wanted to have a little family just three of them.Troy wanted Bethany to leave the city so that he could concentrate and not have two women in the same state. So he took her to the southern part of it, so he could easily come see her without traveling around thereby raising suspicions.So the reason why he wanted her to sell the house was because he wanted her to move so that he could continue his promiscuous act with her, without fearing of being caught by his wife or his father in-law.Unknown to him that sooner rather than later everything he dreads would come hunting him and his cup was already filled he just doesn't know it yet.They got to a well-known resort and Bethany was so happy, seeing it’s landscaped Gardens, beautiful pools, a fancy dining restaurant where they serve the
Elizabeth decided to go visit her father since she was back to California and her husband had traveled for a trip. She decided that it would be best to prepare something to eat when she heard the doorbell ringing. 'Who could that be?' She thought heading towards the door. Opening the door, it was Liam Miller. "Hi Elizabeth." Liam said. "Liam, what are you doing here?" Elizabeth asked. "I was just passing through and decided to come see you." Liam replied. "Is there a problem?" Elizabeth asked. "Not at all Elizabeth, I just wanted to drop by and say hi." Liam replied. "Well thanks." Elizabeth replied and continued. "I'm actually preparing some breakfast, do you mind coming in?" "Of course I would love to." Liam replied as they both went inside the house together. "Is your husband in?" Liam asked. "Not at all Liam, he went on a little trip to meet up with some few clients." Elizabeth replied. "Really?" Liam asked. "Yeah, he'll be back in a few weeks." Elizabeth replied.
Everything he had worked so hard for would soon come crumbling down, or it has already begun crumbling. These posts began to make heads on social media, Troy was scrolling through and his name was being mentioned by people, sooner or later the issue began to escalate and make rounds in the media. Troy realizing that this has escalated quickly than what he had hoped for began to panic, the next thing he could think of doing was to find a way to talk to his wife Elizabeth, in hopes that she hasn't seen any of those posts or even if she had, he could make her believe it was a rumor. He took his phone and dialed her number but no response. Troy tried calling his wife over and over again, but to no avail. Due to a guilty conscience, he wasn't sure if his wife had seen the pictures or not. His heart was beating too fast in his chest because he had no idea why his wife was ignoring his calls. He knew that Elizabeth was someone who adored him, but now, the fact that she wouldn't even
Logan was worried about how he would present himself to Patricia Howard. He was in a car which had pulled up in their family's mansion, but he didn't know how to approach the building. “Boss, are we going to go in there anytime soon?” Sharon asked. “I am nervous because how would you react if the man who loves you left you and ran after another woman for three years, then he comes running back to you after that relationship you were so sure of failed. I am pretty sure that you wouldn't want to associate with such a man. That is the kind of situation I am in right now.” Logan uttered. Sharon remains quiet because if she were in Patricia's shoes she would have murdered him. “You see? Even, you are quiet about this, I am nothing but a fool.” Logan uttered and began to question why he had come all the way here in the first place. “Boss, I believe if you want to continue your relationship with her you should give it a try rather than cower by staying in the car and not make a move.
“Darling, let him speak okay? Please at least let's hear what he has to say.” Mrs Howard uttered calming her raging husband. “What else does he want to see except sorry? Didn't you watch how your daughter cried? Didn't you know how she felt hurt by his escapades? He left our daughter with no explanations, nothing, he just woke up one day and ran away with someone else. Someone beneath my daughter, how should I react to that, no, tell me honey?” Mr Howard blurted out in rage. “I know there is nothing I will say that will make up for all what I did before. There is nothing I will say that will change whatever happened, but I just want you to know that I am deeply sorry. I came here with the aim of apologizing in order to make sure that I right my wrongs. I was skeptical about coming in the first place because I was afraid, I would get this response. I mean who wouldn't.” Logan Hudson Bentley uttered. “You are right about that for once, I agree with you on this.” Mr Howard uttered.
“Can I come in?” He asked as he met her eyes that were staring back at him coldly. “No you can't! You lost that right years ago, if you have anything to say, say it right here and now and leave!” Patricia Howard uttered. “I know that you have every reason to hate me. In fact I hate myself Patricia. I am so sorry for leaving you for someone else.” Logan uttered. “Oh please, of course you are not sorry Logan. You are not, if your relationship or marriage hadn't failed you wouldn't have been sorry that's just the truth you would still be married to her. I looked you up, was I not into you all this while, I was your best friend or at least I thought I was, you broke off the engagement without even a word.” Logan was beyond pained hearing this. The truth of the matter is that Patricia was the one who was hurting the most and she was right about one thing: if Bethany hadn't betrayed him he would never have felt sorry he never might have even bothered to reach out to Patricia. “There i
The next morning, during breakfast, Mrs Howard noticed that her daughter kept smiling while eating. She didn't want to say anything about it until Logan had left. Because Logan, Sharon and the Howard family were having breakfast together, so asking her daughter something of that nature might be quite embarrassing for her. “So Logan, how is business?” Mr Howard asked. “Well it's moving slower than expected but with my diligence and my team's hard work I am pretty sure we will overcome any obstacles.” Logan uttered sternly. “That's good to hear, how is Terrence doing?” Mrs Howard asked. “He's getting better I believe.” Logan retorted while eating. Hearing that made Mr Howard shocked, there is no way Terrence would be sick and he wouldn't know about it even if they were both at odds with each other. “You mean to say uncle is sick?” Patricia asked with worry in her eyes. “Oh yes, when I got back he was really not doing great, I believe they said he had ALS and that his strength
When Troy got to his house he went in search of his wife in their home but she wasn't there, so he wanted to risk it all and go search for her at her family mansion. When she got there, the security guards bowed down respectfully like they normally do as he walked in; 'Everything is still fine, else they would have captured me by now. I believe Elizabeth still loves me and will not allow any harm come to me. I believe it, that's why she hasn't told her father yet.’ He thought. Unknown to him that they were all instructed to act like nothing happened. There was no way Mr Kennedy's only daughter would be unhappy and he wouldn't find out. Earlier that day when butler Maxwell was trying to give Elizabeth the envelope something in him pushed him to check it out, he had earlier opened it and saw the escapades of Troy. He got so enraged but comports himself, he acted like he saw nothing and gave her (Elizabeth) the envelope, besides it would be better if she knew it herself rather tha
The glow of the sunset shone bright through the windows, casting a golden light across the room. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the couch, her hands placed on her laps. She was deep in thoughts. Her delicate features were calm, but her eyes told a different story, one of desperation and unyielding hope. Across from her, Liam watched in silence, his face softened with love and understanding. He reached out and placed a reassuring hand on hers. "Elizabeth, I hope you know that nothing, absolutely nothing, changes how I feel about you. You're my everything. A child or no child, I love you just as you are." She smiled faintly, but her lips quivered. The tears she had been holding back spilled, as they ran down her cheeks. "I know, Liam, but I can't let it go. I can't. It’s not just about us. It's about me. It’s about... proving something to myself, to the world." His brow furrowed as he moved closer, kneeling before her. "Elizabeth, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone
As the battle and issues escalated, both sides prepared for a climactic showdown or change. Malcom, who was feeling great by his victories, pushed harder, taking greater risks. Wren, ever the strategist, cautioned him to stay on the course. “We can’t let emotions cloud our judgment,” Wren warned one evening. “You mean my judgment,” Malcolm snapped and continued; “Don’t you forget, Wren, I am the one who has everything to lose here Patricia would hate me for sure.” “And I’m the one ensuring that you even have a chance to win,” Wren shot back, she continued; “Remember who put you in this position, Malcolm. The council doesn’t and would never tolerate failure or in your case, insubordination.” Malcom glared at her but said nothing. She was right after all, if not for the impute of the council he wouldn't have even been able to shake Blue Net Group the way he has. So rather than get cocky, it would be better to keep a low profile for now as the Council is who he could rely on to g
Over the next few weeks, Malcom and his mysterious ally who he had just met, began working in the shadows, unraveling secrets that could bring Blue Net Group and Logan Bentley to their knees. But Logan wasn’t oblivious to what was happening, with the help of Sean they began to dig. He began noticing cracks in his perfect world, his supposed business partners withdrawing support, contracts falling through, whispers of his father's past being dug up, his as well being married before. Late one night, Patricia found him pacing in his office, his face filled with worry. “Logan, what’s wrong?” she asked very concerned about him. “I don’t know yet,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But I think Malcom is back.” Patricia was quite confused, she uttered; “Isn’t he and his father in jail? Even if he is out, what do we do?” Logan turned to her, and uttered; “We have no choice but to fight. Whatever he is planning, we have to stop it, for good this time.” “I will b
****A Week Later**** The boardroom of Blue Net Group was buzzing with tension. Logan Bentley, tall and confident with charisma, stood at the head of the table, addressing his team. “Our reputation is about to be punctured if it hasn't already we need to make all those horrible rumours disappear like it never happened,” Logan said, his voice steady. “But we need to ensure that there are no loose ends. I want every department to triple-check and make sure it all goes away.” As he spoke, Patricia Howard entered the room, her presence like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She smiled at Logan, and for a moment, Malcom, watching through a concealed security camera feed, felt his rage ignite anew. “Look at them,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “So perfect, so untouchable. I’ll wipe that smug look off his face if it’s the last thing I do.” William D'Cruz chuckled beside him as they were both in the same supposed holding cell, but they have never lost contact with the w
When Bethany got home from the photo studio, she had no idea that she was being followed by Troy. Inside her apartment, Bethany lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. After having a long day and the fact that she saw someone she didn't expect to see, gave her instant insomnia. Sleep wouldn’t come, Troy’s face, his words, his pleading tone they way he looked at her, all of that kept playing in her thoughts endlessly in her mind. She sat up with a frustrated sigh, wrapping a robe around her shoulders. She needed some water so she moved to the kitchen after pouring herself a glass of water. She heard the faint sound of a car door just outside her house, well it made her pause. She kept the glass down and moved to the window, peeking through the curtains and surprisingly, there he was. Troy, leaning against his car, his face turned up toward her building. Bethany’s pulse quickened, a mix of anger and unease knowing that he didn’t leave. She grabbed her phone and s
Bethany’s breathing was quite rapid, her chest rising and falling as she stared at him. Memories of how she was longing for him came flooding. Her mind also raced with images of sleepless nights and searching faces in every crowd or movment until she finally found her daughter. “They could’ve been monsters,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You gambled with her life, Troy. With my life, all of our lives.” “I know,” he murmured, his voice soft, he knew the magnitude of what he has done; he added; “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. But I had to tell you, I needed you to know I never stopped thinking about you or about her.” Bethany shook her head, tears streaming freely now. “You don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to come back and play the victim. I’ve rebuilt my life, Troy. Without you without any of your excuses.” “Bethany, please,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted to see you. To say I am sorry.” She took
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