Garry was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that such a thing could ever happen. How in the world would the Blue Net Group fund the syndicate? He just couldn't fathom it. “I don't understand uncle, how are they the ones funding the syndicate? I thought that Jaguar's Den Syndicate was started by my father?” Garry asked in shock. “It wasn't, it was started out by both your dad, Mr Terrence Bentley and me. We were a team back in the day. I just spoke to him before coming here, he had no idea who killed him.” Nolen uttered. “No I don't believe it, he was holding this card uncle, clearly they must have had something to do with his demise, but if it's true that you all are close friends, why the hell didn't he come to his burial?” Garry retorted. “He did, you just didn't see him. The reason he didn't show his face was because you are trying so hard to kill him. He didn't want to cause ructions on his friend's burial. So he allowed you to bury him in peace.” Nolen uttered sternly. “I stil
The prison gates opened and Henry Donald stepped out inhaling the fresh air plastering on his face. The air that he hadn’t felt on his skin, the feeling of freedom. His bulgy figure seemed to carry the weight of more than just his body, as though every step pressed heavily into the ground beneath him. There was a strange mix of relief and anxiety on his face; relief at the taste of freedom, but anxiety over what awaited him beyond those walls. His hands fidgeted, and his eyes darted from one corner to another, uneasy and unsure. There was excitement too, deep beneath that was fear, like he was waking up from a long, restless sleep but unsure of how to face the world that had moved on without him. His wife, his kids how would they view him, his money that was lost and accounts that has been frozen, would he get them back? As Henry was wondering, his eyes ettled on a sleek black car parked by the other side of the street. It was looking new as if he was untouched by the dust of
The sun was just beginning to go below the horizon, leaving behind a warm glow over the Kennedy's mansion. Liam Miller pulled up to the grand driveway in a sleek, black car, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Tonight was a new chapter of his life. He adjusted his tie in the rearview mirror, he then brushed his hands on his hair, as a soft smile crossed his lips as he thought of Elizabeth. When he stepped out of the car he then made his way to the front door, he didn’t have to wait long enough. As soon as the doors opened, there she was, looking like an angel. Elizabeth Kennedy, was in a flowing, elegant dress that danced with each step she took, her radiant smile stealing his breath away. 'Can't believe this is all mine.’ he thought. Her hair was dangling around her shoulders and her eyes glistened with something he’d never seen before hope, maybe even joy. "Liam," she greeted, her voice warm. The scent of lavender oil emanating from her body,
Mike stepped into his house, all worn out, he was exhausted. Leaning casually against the kitchen counter, was Garry. For a split second, Mike was frozen, his brain catching up with the sight of his old friend, who he hadn’t seen in a year, he couldn't believe it. His thoughts then recalled that he hadn't checked his emails for a while. “Garry!” Mike called, breaking into a wide grin. They clasped hands, pulling each other into a brief but solid hug. Even though they haven't seen each other in a while, that didn't matter anymore as it is replaced by the warmth of familiarity, They exchanged pleasantries, the easy chatter flowing as they caught up on lost time. But then Garry’s face darkened, the familiar ease replaced by a cold look that Mike had only seen once before. And it was the night Garry had learned about his father’s death. “I need to tell you something,” Garry said, his voice low. Mike felt a shiver up his spine as he waited, his eyes locked on Garry’s troubl
Mike’s mind raced, trying to piece together every thing and how to go forward but things aren't going the way he wanted it to. He decided to stay quiet, letting Garry have a moment to gather himself. Garry walked over to the window, his gaze lost in the rain that had started to fall outside, he was almost whispering when he spoke again, his voice loud, “I am so stupid, Mike. Hated them with everything I had. I didn’t question it because… because at the time, it was the only thing that made sense.” He turned, his expression worried and filled with sadness, “But now… what’s left to do? Where do I start from?” Mike stepped closer, his footsteps soft against the floors “There’s more, Garry,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “There has to be. We’ll figure out what comes next, together like we used to.” Garry shook his head, “How do I undo all what I did due to rage? How do I undo everything I did in hunting down their every move, every single wrong… I thought I was fighting
Bethany’s heart pounded as she staggered out of the cab she had boarded, her mind filled with questions which she could barely wrap her head around. Everything was becoming quite vague and she just felt helpless. She had gone to little Hilary's school to look for answers but what she got was not what she was expecting at all. She was told that Hillary was no longer coming to that particular school and that her adoptive parents had both agreed to withdraw her from there and put her in a better school. Bethany was pointed in the direction of where Hilary's adoptive parents were staying. The address the teacher had given her was now in front of her, a simple looking brick house with a brown door and well-kept lawn. It looked peaceful, ordinary, like any ordinary home on a quiet street. But Bethany’s life felt anything but ordinary right now. Her world was shattering by the second. Her chest was tight with a mix of confusion, anger and fear. She still couldn’t get over wh
Marie stood up and led Bethany through the house, down a hallway that opened up a door leading to the lawn laid out outside. Bethany could see a large backyard with a swing set and a small sandbox. And there, in the middle of the yard, was her daughter. The sight of her nearly brought Bethany to her knees. Her daughter, her little girl, was sitting on the grass, playing with a toy horse, completely unaware of the turmoil unfolding around her. She looked so happy, so content, and that only made Bethany’s heart ache more. As she approached, her daughter looked up, her face lighting up in recognition. “Mommy!” she squealed, dropping the toy and running toward Bethany with outstretched arms. Bethany’s heart broke and healed in the same instant as she carried her daughter up in her arms, holding her tightly as if letting go would mean losing her forever. She could feel the warmth of her little body, against her, it was a moment she never want to let go of. If she could freeze i
William D’Cruz can be seen pacing about in his office, looking very restless for someone of his caliber. He clenched his fists and jaw in determination. It had been months, years even, of failed attempts to bring down his brother. Everything he had ever done was leading back to one truth; his brother, Terrence Bentley, was untouchable, his company Blue Net Group was untouchable. The company had become an impregnable fortress, its walls fortified by layers of security and a network of allies who owed Terrence everything. But William D'Cruz was far from defeated, he felt he must find his way to make sure everything he had worked so hard for must come to pass. He threw himself into his chair, opened his laptop, and began scrolling through a series of encrypted files. His fingers then scrolled and stopped over a document labeled 'Plan Disfunction'.He had created dozens of these so called ‘plans’ and each one had ended in disaster in other words, a dead end. Terrence had buil