As Nicholas and Ryan got back to the mansion, Nicholas turned to Ryan, his expression grim. "Ryan, make research on every possible place Malakai could be at the moment and the kinds of appointments he have. You need to be quick with it," he said, his voice laced with urgency. Ryan nodded, already moving towards the study. "I'll get started on it right away," he assured, his footsteps echoing down the hall. An hour later, Ryan returned, a triumphant gleam in his eye. "I think I've found something," he announced, handing Nicholas a sheet of paper. "What is it?" Nicholas asked, his gaze scanning the document. "The last call Malakai made was to a man named Alvonso, he also made a call last night to the same man," Ryan explained. "They agreed to meet at a place called 'Dark Centre.' I don't know where that is, do you?" Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. "Dark Centre," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Yes. I know it well. Malakai has used it as a
Candace wept, her tears flowing unchecked as she sat on the edge of their bed, her heart heavy with regret. In the dimly lit room, the weight of her mistake pressed upon her, threatening to crush her spirit completely. Niçholas , her husband, knelt before her, his eyes filled with concern, he was finding it hard to get the grasp of reality but he knew the deed has been done and there seemed to be nothing they could do about it. Gently, he reached out and wiped away her tears, his touch a comfort against her troubled soul. "Of course Candy, I believe you." "I'm so sorry, Niçholas ," Candace whispered through choked sobs, her voice quivering with emotion. "I never meant for any of this to happen. Please, don't let them take me. I don't wanna go to prison, Niçholas ." Niçholas 's voice was tender as he spoke, his gaze unwavering. "Babe, we all make mistakes. What matters is how we deal with them. I have decided on what to do, I will take all the guilt upon myself if it means sparin
"Oh, c'mon, you twat! Cut the trap, not this again!" Candace sat in silence, her gaze fixed on Niçholas , desperately mustering the courage to speak some words into his being. She knew the situation was incredibly messed up and Niçholas 's stubbornness was only making it worse, but she believed she could find a way to fix things. Isolde glanced at Candace and signalled her to go ahead with whatever she was going to say. She sat up gently and cleared her throat before speaking, "Darling, everything comes with a price. Just name the amount you want, and it will all be yours," she said calmly, her fingers gently rubbing her temples. Seeing Niçholas 's ugly face, tattered cloth and unkempt hair was almost making her puke, but she didn't show it. "Shut the hell up!" Niçholas thumped the table hard, his voice tinged with anger. But he didn't want to make a scene in the crowded cafeteria. All eyes were beginning to turn their way. "Mr. Loughty, control yourself. This is Ms. Everdeen we're
Bowing gracefully, she softly called out, "Boss!" Her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with sincere admiration. But Niçholas , lost in his own thoughts, remained almost oblivious to her presence. His mind was still reeling from the weight of the divorce papers he had just signed, his heart heavy with the burdens of a shattered love. Raising his head, he waved his hand dismissively, and the girl, understanding his command, left with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, leaving Niçholas to his thoughts. Niçholas had thought he would be able to tell Candence about what happened with him during his stay in the jail after meeting with her in the cafeteria, not knowing that he would be welcomed with divorce papers. He wanted to tell her about his newfound wealth and knowledge, thinking everything would change today and he would introduce his group to her, but everything was just messed up and Niçholas didn't know where to pick up from. During his time in the prison, Niçholas
"Who dares to talk like that to my fiancé?" Her voice echoed through the room, halting the chaos for a fleeting moment. Niçholas and Archie were both dumbfounded, their confusion etched on their faces as they tried to comprehend the situation unfolding before them. Niçholas 's attention shifted from Archie to the mysterious stranger who had interceded. This woman exuded a captivating allure that left Niçholas struck with admiration. While Niçholas had always considered Candace to be the epitome of beauty, encountering this lady made him realize that there was no comparison. Candace may have possessed alluring curves and flawless skin, but the woman standing before him appeared untouched by earthly elements. Her ethereal appearance exuded an air of celestial elegance. Archie, on the other hand, found himself frozen in shock. He had no clue who this lady was or what was happening right in front of him. His mouth hung open wide as he fixated his gaze upon her, unable to tear his
Archie's face flushed with anger, stormed out of the cafeteria, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. He was seething in anger, determined not to let the humiliation go easily. But as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes met the gaze of the men in black who had thrown him out. Their stares were filled with an unsettling wrath that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew that if these men pound on him, he would not survive it. "I will not let this go," Archie yelled on top of his voice, "Listen to me very attentively Niçholas , I will make sure you go back to that jail. I will tell my sister what you did to me, she will never forgive you. I will make sure you come back to my feet and beg me to forgive you," "Beat it!" One of the men in black ordered with very bold, menacing voice. Fear gripped his heart, and without another thought, Archie turned on his heel and bolted away. Niçholas , bewildered and confused, cautiously took a seat in the chair Archie had vacated, l
The moment the men in black witnessed India collapse into Niçholas's embrace, they lunged forward with urgency. "What have you done to her? Why isn't she responding? What did you do?" their voices rasped with accusation, cutting through the air like a serrated knife. Niçholas's heart pounded with both worry and determination as he gently eased India onto the cold floor, his hands trembling with a mix of fear and tenderness. The sight of her pale, lifeless face drained of color sent a surge of panic through him. Her labored breaths echoed through the silent cafeteria, the stillness broken only by the hushed whispers of onlookers. Niçholas, his brow furrowed in deep concern, tapped India's cheek lightly, urging her to say something and not stop breathing. Every passing second only heightened the realization that her condition was rapidly deteriorating. Sweat glistened on her forehead, a chilling testament to the internal battle consuming her fragile body. What could have sudden
The men in black cast a stern gaze across the bustling cafeteria. Their presence commanded attention, and it seemed as though the onlookers couldn't tear their eyes away. The murmurs of hushed whispers filled the air, but the sight of these guards instilled fear and respect. It was not every day that one encountered the protective force that shielded India from any harm. "You all should return to your business. If any of you look here again, I will make sure I poke out your eyes," One of the men threatened. Reluctantly, everyone averted their gazes, their curiosity replaced by a cautious wariness. India, still seething in anger, directed her piercing glare at Niçholas, who stood in the midst of the confusion, an expression of genuine confusion etched upon his face. What kind of question was that? He thought as he waited for India to talk again. "You need to explained to me why you were harassing me publicly, I thought you were responsible," India tutted her teeth.