Myla’s POVMyla strolled down the lonely hallway, staring ahead of him. As he walked, he could hear the sound of his footfalls, which were louder than they should have been.It sent a sense of dread to his being but he continued down the lonely path. The hallway was dimly lit and he was grateful that at least it wasn’t dark.When he got to the door, he stopped and looked at his watch and realized it was after midnight, and he should have been in bed by now, especially since his father was traveling into the nation that morning.He had been pulled out of bed by his cousin Reagan who wanted to know how things were going. Besides, nighttime was the only time he had to come check on them.He sighed and slid the door open, entering the dimly lit room. One thing that always told him that someone was actually in the room was the sound of the monitors. He noticed the figure standing beside the bed and approached them. He nodded at the man before shifting his gaze to the individual lying down
Myla's POVLeslie was the most intelligent person on the planet, especially when it came to searching for something. Leslie was going to pursue anything suspicious until he found out what it was and he paid no respect to whoever. Leslie was their big brother and he really didn’t want Leslie getting involved in this.Hiding this from Leslie had not been a wise decision actually, especially knowing that he was bound to report this case rather than hide it, but Myla had not intended for anyone to find out, including Reagan;Reagan had found out by a mistake and he had to tell the man everything.Myla had been hoping on the fact that the situation was not a permanent one but that everyone would return back to their rightful bodies after a while, but it was taking longer than necessary.He chewed his lip and said, “Telling Leslie would mean telling the entire family. You know what happens when they find out what’s going on.” He said it in an uneasy tone.He didn’t mean that Leslie had a big
Nathan's POVThis was Nathan's first time leaving the house since David Lakewood died. He was not only mourning the man's death but also trying to understand why David had chosen to end his life in the first place.He was trying to process how David had summoned the courage to kill himself when he knew his son was relying heavily on him and would have no one if something happened to David.He was trying to find closure that Maybe, just maybe, David had done it due to pressure or influence from the public. Still, there was no excusing the fact that what David had done had been a very selfish act.In the end, the man had only thought about himself and finding the easiest route out of his problems.The police had investigated the deceased and determined that it was a suicide. David jumped from the top of Angle 135th, the same bar where he met the man just days before his death.He had questions, but asking those questions would mean Nathan was interested in the case. Like where the hell
Nathan's POVNathan sighed. He had called Vivian one of those evenings and spoken with Nate, offering to come see the child, but he couldn't muster the nerve to confront the boy. How do you begin to console a small boy? What were the correct words to say?He had contemplated bringing the boy to the Hayes mansion immediately, but he had needed time to process too and would not be helping Nate if he didn't find closure.He had no idea what was going on when he lost both of his parents at such a young age. After their brief funeral, he had expected that life would return back to normal; at least with what he remembered.Not until the social worker arrived to his parents beat up apartment and took him to a children's shelter where he saw other hungry looking kids, that he knew what was happening.He groaned, "I'm sorry. Had to fix up a lot of things. Will you forgive me?" He mumbled.Nate smiled and nodded. His smile was so dazzling that one wouldn't realize what he had been through. Kids
Nathan's POVNathan chuckled and shook his head. He still didn't understand why David had taken that decision, but he was willing to accept it. He had enough help at home to handle Nate. Jane was at home to look after Nate too if he wasn't feeling well or predisposed, and if possible, he could hire a caretaker for the youngster. He was willing to go to great measures to ensure Nate's future was good.He finished signing the forms and handed them over to her. Vivian received it and read it before agreeing, "I'll hand over the documents to the lawyers. They'd take it from there," she told him.He exhaled. This was merely the beginning, but he was ready for what came next. "I will establish a trust fund for Nate. The cash that should have been paid to David upon the acquisition of Solace Enterprise would be moved to the trust fund account. I hope Nate has something to rely on when he grows up," he told Vivian.…Just in case he was no longer here and the real Nathaniel Hayes was back. He
Nathan’s POV‘We need to talk.’Nathan read the text message for the hundredth time on his way to Myla’s home. The message had popped in that morning when he was preparing Nate for school.He had tried to drag a response but then, Nathan knew that there was no point in dragging it.He also needed to speak with Myla about Nathaniel Hayes’ memories, which he had witnessed, but for some reason, he dreaded meeting Myla.Perhaps it was because he would have to pretend to be Nathaniel Hayes and deceive the man to believe that it was his own memories. The lies were weighing down on his heart that he was scared of breaking under a little pressure.He felt a looming threat even as the car came up to the gate of the Delton family’s beautiful villa. He had been there previously, so the driver drove directly to Myla’s house, which was an extension of the main mansion.The villa was built in such a way that everyone had their own private houses and the main house was where Myla’s father; who he wa
Nathan's POVNathan hadn’t expected that reaction. His friend was acting like the information he was looking for was something else. Nathan didn’t know what Myla wanted, so he continued.He nervously stroked his neck. “Of course they’re mine; who else would it be?” he remarked in a quivering voice.Myla gave him a stern look before nodding. Why did Myla believe that the memories were of someone else? Myla had no means of knowing whether Nathan was not the actual Nathaniel Hayes; even Scott had not discovered this yet.Myla shrugged again. “Okay? I’m guessing you remembered something important,” he murmured.Nathan arched his brow. “Is it important?” He murmured.Myla shrugged. “I wouldn’t know until you told me,” he added.Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. “The day at the storage room where you gave me the flash drives and the list… I’m sure they are important because I have that list, and funny enough, I have shown them to you,” he blurted out.Nathan was still impressed by Myla’s po
Nathan’s POVMyla arched a brow, “ you don’t know? You saw other items, so where is the rest?” he asked.“ I only saw the list and one flash drive hidden under the table in Nathaniel’s room. I don’t know where he kept the other one… and I’ve searched the entire house.” He said.“Then remember!” Myla spat.Nathan sighed. He realized how aggravating this must be, but he couldn’t merely call Nathaniel Hayes’ memories to appear in his mind. Myla appeared restless and agitated. He wondered why.“What is going on, Myla…?” Nathan asked.For Myla to be requesting for that flash drive after ten years, then it meant that he seriously was in need of it’s contents. Why now? Why was he interested in the flash drive now? He thought.Nathaniel Hayes should have given the items that Myla had given him to his father, Oleander Hayes, but he got into an accident. The fact that he was able to see where Nathaniel had his the flash drive and list meant that Nathaniel had probably prepared for the worse.Wh