Grace stood up, having made up her mind. She had to do this for Brian. She didn’t have any other choice. She started walking down the hallway, her mind focused on one thing. She had to get to that building. She didn’t know what she would do once she got there, but it was better than staying here hopelessly. As she reached the hospital’s exit, she nearly ran into Dr. Matthews. He had left her to check on a patient but hurried back as soon as possible. “Grace?” he said, concern etched on his face. “Where are you going?” “I—I have to go,” Grace stammered, her voice shaky but determined. “I saw the news. There are other victims—people just like me. They’re all gathering in front of the company that took the money for my baby's surgery.” "I have to go. I can’t just sit here.” Dr. Matthews frowned, "Grace, I understand you really want your money back, but are you sure going there is the best option?" “You’re already under so much stress, and Brian needs you here
The crowd immediately lunged forward, their faces twisted with anger and desperation. As Darius stepped forward, the mob pressed forward with arms reaching out and their fists raised, trying to rip him apart. People lunged, desperate to touch him, to claw at him, to make him feel the suffering he had inflicted. But the guards were ready, their faces hardened as they lifted their weapons. The first line of people who dared get close was met with brutal swings of metal pipes and bats, the impact on their bones heard loud and clear. A woman near the front reached out, her fingers almost brushing Darius’s suit before a guard struck her hard across the face. She staggered back, blood trickling from her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Another man tried to break through; he roared and cursed Darius, but the guard swung a bat into his ribs, and he fell, clutching his side, gasping for breath. The crowd retreated in fear and horror. Grace watched in stunned silence,
As Darius strode away from the crowd, he continued to giggle and laugh, mocking the helpless people who stood there in chilling silence. The guards held their weapons at the ready, daring anyone to move. The crowd instinctively parted, creating a path for Darius, who did not even spare the hopeless people a glance. Slowly and arrogantly, he made his way to his luxury car, a sleek black vehicle. One could say he used the money he got from the scam to purchase it, since Lord Cloud burned down every one of his cars. The crowd murmured quietly but angrily. They didn’t dare look directly at him, and those who did quickly averted their eyes. Grace stood among them, trembling. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat; her chance to save her son's life was slipping away. She felt powerless, surrounded by people too terrified to act; they were so paralyzed by their fear. Grace felt a desperation unlike any she’d ever known. Then she saw it: Darius was alm
Grace stayed on her knees, her body trembling as tears flowed freely from her eyes. The dollar bill lay crumpled by her side, reminding her of how she was brutally humiliated. The crowd had begun to disperse, some glancing back with pity, others shaking their heads. Grace clutched her chest, feeling hopeless. All she had fought for, all she had risked—it had come to nothing. Darius’s car had already started to move. As she wept, wondering what she would tell her son, a faint sound in the distance caught her attention. The echo of screeching tires, a crash, and then… silence. For a moment, Grace thought it was only her imagination, a manifestation of the despair inside her. But soon, she saw smoke rising from the intersection ahead, where Darius’s car had been heading. Meanwhile, Darius had been leaning back in his seat, a twisted smile lingering on his face as he left Grace and the crowd behind. In his mind, he was already planning his next steps. But his thoughts w
Without a word, Lord Cloud raised a hand and gave him a powerful blow to the stomach. Darius doubled over, gasping for breath, his face contorted in pain as he struggled against the grip of Nathan's men. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to look away from the brutal display of power. Lord Cloud leaned in, his voice a low, menacing growl. “You thought you could steal from me? From them?” He gestured to the crowd, his voice dripping with disdain. “You thought you could play god with people’s lives and walk away freely?” Darius coughed, blood trickling from his mouth as he looked up with a mixture of defiance and fear. His lip curled into a sneer, and he forced a weak laugh. The crowd gasped at his audacity, and they murmured among themselves. How could someone laugh in this situation? Darius must be a madman. “Return everything you’ve taken, Darius,” Lord Cloud demanded, his voice like ice. But to everyone’s shock, Darius began to laugh harder, a twisted, mocki
As Darius lay crumpled on the ground, barely able to lift his head, he could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. The crowd turned as flashing red and blue lights brightened the streets. Within moments, a convoy of police cars arrived, and the commissioner of police, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a stern face, stepped out of his vehicle, flanked by several officers. The commissioner’s eyes locked onto Nathan—Lord Cloud—and the bloody, beaten figure of Darius at his feet. His face twisted with concern. “Lord Cloud,” the commissioner called out, his voice firm but wary. “This has gone far enough. Release him.” They had been watching the whole ordeal on social media; in fact, the whole world was watching. Nathan didn’t move. He stood tall, unmoved by the commissioner’s arrival. His cold gaze remained fixed on Darius before he finally turned to face the commissioner. “You want me to hand him over?” Nathan’s voice was calm, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
Darius turned to grin at the commissioner.The commissioner was a lot of help to him, even though he did not want to accept it.Without him, they would be on their way to the station for several rounds of questioning.The commissioner didn’t respond to his annoying smile.He did not like Darius for his arrogance, and the way he smiled even in the worst situations pissed him off.But he was a very useful tool for doing his dirty work; Darius was sneaky and almost impossible to catch.Still, he hated that he had to save him every now and then.The car eventually pulled up in front of the commissioner’s large, secluded house on the outskirts of the city. The officers exited first, dragging Darius out with them. He stumbled, barely able to stay on his feet, but, as expected, he was still holding on to his arrogance.Inside the house, the commissioner led him into his study and shut the door.He turned to Darius, “Sit,” he ordered, nodding to a nearby chair.Darius eased himself down, win
She blinked, utterly stunned, her mouth opening slightly in shock. She had never expected him to offer such a gesture, let alone command it. “Nathan…I…I don’t know what to say. That’s…that’s too much. We can’t just…move in…”Nathan’s gaze hardened, his tone brooking no argument. “Grace, look at the way Darius treated you in front of everyone. Nobody would dare lay a hand on you or Brian if you’re under my roof.”Grace was filled with so much gratitude. She nodded slowly, her voice shaky. “Thank you…Nathan. I can’t tell you what this means to me.”Nathan’s gaze softened again, and he reached out, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. Grace’s face brightened, and she wiped away her tears. “My baby is going to be so happy when he wakes up.”Nathan’s jaw tightened as he recalled everything that had led them here—the money Grace had lost to Darius, who preyed on the innocent. Darius may think he has won, but this was far from over. He was going to make Darius kneel and beg for mercy very