"Who are they?" Gideon asked, his voice trembling with both shock and confusion. His eyes were wide, fixed on the group of intimidating men standing outside his house. They were led by a single figure clad entirely in black, who seemed to command authority.The strangers appeared more threatening than Gideon could have ever imagined. Their stern faces and rigid postures gave off a menacing aura, leaving him unsettled and unsure of their intentions. The question of their purpose; why they were at his doorstep and what they wanted; only deepened his anxiety.Gideon's gaze shifted urgently towards Camilla, his suspicion evident. “Did you call anyone to my house?” he demanded. The tension in his voice was unmistakable. He had a sinking feeling that either Camilla or Mr. Andrew might be involved in this sudden and alarming situation.The realisation that he hadn't been answering Andrew's calls could have pushed him to extreme measures, like sending men to attack Gideon in his own home.
"How could he treat me as if I don’t matter at all? Who does he think he is? Why won’t he answer my calls?” Mr. Andrew fumed with rage, pacing back and forth in his living room, his emotions a mix of anger and confusion.He had been trying to reach Gideon to let him know that their agreement was no longer valid and to ask for his help in another matter. But Gideon continued to ignore his calls, which only made Mr. Andrew feel a deep sense of regret and irritation that gnawed at him, making him even more agitated.“Damn it! That son of a bitch! I’m going to get you, Gideon! I swear I’ll find you, and I’ll make sure I handle you myself!” Mr. Andrew shouted, his frustration evident as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair.As he continued to pace around the room, his mind racing with thoughts about what he should do next, the door to the living room suddenly burst open. The unexpected noise jolted him out of his intense thoughts and drew his immediate attention.“Sir, I’m her
“Take him away!” The officers ordered firmly as they seized Andrew and began pulling him out of the house. Andrew struggled and tried to resist, desperately attempting to stay inside, but the officers overpowered him. They didn’t give him any opportunity to speak, explain himself, or even catch his breath.Once they got outside, the scene was chaotic. A crowd of paparazzi had gathered, their cameras flashing and their microphones thrusting into the officers’ faces. They shouted questions at the officers and Andrew, eager to get any information they could about the incident involving Gideon.One of the journalists, pushing through the crowd, called out, “Can you confirm if Andrew actually proposed to Mr. Gideon with a plan to have Ethan Wills killed, and did Gideon turn him down?” The question was sharp and probing, aimed at uncovering every detail of the drama.“Are you so driven by greed that you didn’t hesitate to plot someone’s death?” one of the journalists shouted, their voice
Sitting alone in his small, dimly lit cell, Andrew’s mind kept circling back to Gideon’s visit. He could still hear Gideon's voice clearly, even though he had left hours ago. Gideon had spoken with such intensity, and Andrew couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since then. As Andrew stared at the cold, hard floor of his cell, he felt a growing sense of dread about what might come next. He could almost hear the echo of Gideon’s words, making his anxiety worse. "I shouldn't have done this," Andrew muttered under his breath, feeling a deep regret. His head hung low, and he stared at his lap, where his hands were clasped tightly together. "I shouldn't have let him take full advantage of the situation. It was a mistake.” “If only I had said no back then,” Andrew lamented, his voice filled with sorrow as he shifted uncomfortably on the narrow bed in his cell. He leaned against the cold, concrete wall behind him, trying to find some solace in the familia
“Ethan? Ethan!!!” James shouted loudly, his voice filled with urgency as he sprinted through the grand hallways of the mansion. His eyes darted around, frantically searching for any sign of Ethan. He had woken up before dawn and travelled across town just to have an important conversation with him.James hurriedly made his way to Ethan’s bedroom, but to his disappointment, the room was empty. He quickly checked the basement, but Ethan was nowhere to be found there either.“Could he have gone to the company already?” James wondered aloud, his brow furrowed with worry. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s still not fully recovered from his illness. He shouldn’t be going back to work just yet.” With that thought, James resumed his search, growing increasingly anxious.James climbed the ornate staircase two steps at a time, his voice echoing through the mansion with increasing frustration. “Ethan??? Where are you?” His shout grew louder and more exasperated as he reached the top of the stairs
Two weeks later...With Ethan's hands folded behind him, he couldn't help but stand close to the window, his eyes scanning the environment as a lot of thoughts raced through his mind.If there was one thing he wasn't expecting, it was the fact that he'd be living this peacefully for so long now. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view before him."Things are quiet, and that's heavenly," he mumbled to himself as he continued staring out of his office.Just as he was lost in his peaceful thoughts, a sudden call from behind him caught his attention, making him turn around to see who was calling him in such a way."Ethan? Mr. Ethan!"James stormed into his office, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he panted, trying to catch his breath. Ethan's brows creased as he stared at James in both confusion and anticipation.He wasn't sure why James was in such a state, but one thing was certain: something either good or bad had happened. At this thought, Ethan rushed towards Jam
James watched Ethan down another glass of liquor and felt a growing concern. “I think you should stop drinking now, Ethan,” James said firmly, his voice cutting through the loud music and chatter of the club. He stepped closer to where Ethan was slouched in his seat, clutching a nearly empty bottle of expensive liquor. “You're going to make a mess of yourself if you continue this way,” he added, noticing the unsteady way Ethan was holding the bottle.All of them had come to the city's most exclusive and bustling club to celebrate their recent success. After months of hard work and endless negotiations, they had finally secured a multi-billion dollar contract that would take their company to new heights. The celebration had started off with laughter and high spirits, but as the night wore on, Ethan had taken to drowning himself in drink after drink, his celebratory mood quickly turning into a drunken stupor. The once lively glint in his eyes was now dulled by the effects of the al
Reaching the vehicle, he yanked open the back door and tossed Ethan inside, his movements quick and decisive. Ethan landed in a heap on the seat, still too stunned and drunk to fully process what had happened. James slammed the door shut, his chest heaving with the effort it had taken to get him out of the club. He paused for a moment, rubbing his sore cheek, before heading to the driver’s seat, determined to get Ethan home before he could cause any more trouble.Ethan, still dazed from the alcohol, fumbled clumsily with the door handle, trying to find a way out of the car. His coordination was shot, and his mind foggy; he couldn’t figure out how to open the door, let alone escape. Every attempt he made ended in frustration as he slumped back against the seat, too drunk to understand how trapped he really was.Meanwhile, James settled into the driver’s seat, his patience worn thin by the night’s fight. He turned the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life. Glancing back at