Andrew took another deep breath, his eyes flicking nervously between Nathan and Liam. "As I was saying, sir, I heard strange noises and came to check." When I entered the room, I saw Liam here... he was hovering over Claire, and she was unconscious on the bed. It looked like he was..." He pauded as his gaze fell on Liam who was glaring at him, bur he continued anyway."Trying to take advantage of her, he was about to pour a red wine on her body. "I pushed him away from Claire, causing him to tumble and break the vase, the red wine also ended up spilling on me"Nathan's eyes glanced briefly at his ex-wife who was lying peacefully on the bed. He also noticed the petals of flowers around the bed. Claire lay there like a gentle lamb to be slaughtered by Liam.Nathan's rage and disgust increased as he turned his gaze to Liam, his eyes shooting daggers at him. He took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them.With a sudden movement, Nathan landed a very big slap acr
Claire’s eyes widened in shock, shifting between Liam, Andrew, and Nathan. "Is this true?" she asked, her voice trembling as the effect of the drug slowly wore off.Nathan stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "No, Claire. It's not true. This man found you unconscious and was trying to help. Liam is lying to cover up what he was about to do to you."Liam’s face contorted with anger. "He's lying! I saved you from this man," he insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at Andrew.Andrew, visibly shaken but determined, spoke up. "Ms. Claire, I promise you, Mr. Nathan is telling the truth." I found you unconscious, and this man here was about to..." Andrew said, pointing his finger at Liam, but Liam immediately cut him short."Claire, you know me better than that. I would never do anything to harm you," Liam said, faking innocence as he continued."I caught him in the act. Can't you see the red stain on his shirt?"Claire's gaze followed his gesture, landing
Liam, seizing the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, turned to Claire. "You see, Claire? Nathan is trying to manipulate you.""He must have been so angry about the divorce that he wanted to get back at you by sending this man to take advantage of you.""Even after his cheating scandal, he still has the guts to walk around with his head held high."Confusion etched Nathan's face. "What are you talking about?"Claire’s eyes widened further in anger as Liam’s words sank in. "Nathan, we know all about your cheating scandal. "How could you do such a thing?"" Humiliating me and my family is not enough?"Nathan's heart sank, but he remained calm. "Claire, we were married for three good years. Is this how low you think of me?"Nathan could hear some comments coming from the crowd."What a shameless man.""Is this the best way he could think of to get revenge?""How could he stoop so low? "Their family was right for chasing him out of their house."Nathan ignored their comments
As soon as Liam spoke, a loud thunderclap echoed through the room, signaling that the storm outside had intensified. Nathan's gaze intensified as the room fell silent, except for the roaring storm outside. Security officers exchanged uneasy glances.Claire, shaking with rage, moved towards Nathan. "Get out, now!"Before Nathan could respond, Mr. Clinton entered the room, having been summoned by the escalating commotion. "What’s going on here?" he asked as his eyes darted aroundA lady from the crowd spoke immediately. "Mr. Clinton, this man here was accused of trying to sexually assault this lady here, and this man..." She pointed to Nathan. "Paid him to do so. We were just about to throw both of them out of the hotel.""This man here?" Mr. Clinton said, gesturing to Liam, and they all nodded. "Do you have any idea who he is?" he asked and they all looked at each other, puzzled.Who could he be? "This man here is the owner of this very hotel you are all standing in."He bought i
Liam’s eyes darted around the room, searching for support, but found none. The crowd, sensing his fear, began to murmur again, their anger now mixed with suspicion."Let's see what the backup footage shows," Nathan said, plugging the USB into the nearest system. The room fell into a tense silence as the footage loaded.The screen flickered to life, displaying the missing segment: Liam entering Claire's room before Andrew, the timestamp confirming the sequence of events.Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, shock and disbelief spreading among them.Nathan pointed at the screen. "This footage clearly shows that Liam entered the room first. He manipulated the original footage to frame Andrew."Liam’s face contorted with rage and fear. "This is a setup! I didn't do anything wrong!"Claire stood there motionless, as she could not believe her eyes. Could Liam really have done this to her?Nathan scoffed at Liam. "It is a setup, right?" Nathan then began to play the footage from in
The security men, fueled by Nathan's unwavering authority, moved swiftly. They seized Liam and Claire, each of them struggling against the iron grip of the guards.Claire's eyes, which were once filled with shock and disbelief, now brimmed with desperation as she turned to Nathan."Nathan, please," Claire pleaded, her voice breaking. "You know me. I made a mistake, but I don’t deserve this. Please, don’t do this."Liam, still clutching his cheek from Claire's slap, added his own desperate plea."Nathan, I'm sorry! I lost control, but please, don’t throw us out into the storm.""We could die out there!"Nathan’s expression remained cold and unyielding.He stepped closer to the pair, his eyes piercing through them. "You both brought this upon yourselves. Claire, you chose to trust a snake despite the fact I begged you to listen.""And you, Liam," he spat his name, "you’re nothing but a manipulative liar. You deserve each other."The crowd watched in stunned silence as the reality of
Claire lay in the hospital bed, her mind struggling to grasp the fragments of the horrific nightmares from the previous night.She remembered the freezing cold, the horrible wind, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal and fear.Nathan's face flashed in her mind, his eyes cold and unforgiving.She would not forget so easily how someone who used to love and cherish her and would do anything for her threw her out mercilessly like a dog and left her to die without a second thought.The memory of being cast out into the raging storm, left to face the elements alone, made Claire's body tremble. The utter hopelessness she had felt as the icy wind brought her to her knees, stealing the breath from her lungs, was almost too much to bear.In that moment, Claire was certain she was going to die, her life flashing before her eyes as the darkness threatened to consume her. Yet, somehow, she had found her way here, confined to the hospital bed.How she had managed to survive the horrific storm l
Dr. Mitchell entered the room, his expression calm but serious. "Excuse me," he said, glancing at the gathered family members. "I just need to check on Claire's condition."The family reluctantly stepped back, their faces still set with determination as they allowed the doctor to do his job.Dr. Mitchell approached her bedside, his expression gentle. "How are you feeling, Claire?" he asked as he checked her vitals."Overwhelmed," Claire admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But... I'm glad to be alive.""You're a very lucky young woman," Dr. Mitchell said. "Surviving that storm was no small feat. Your body went through a lot of trauma, but you're strong. You'll recover.""Thank you," Claire whispered, feeling a glimmer of hope.Dr. Mitchell nodded, giving Claire a reassuring smile before turning to address the family. "She'll need plenty of rest and support, but with time, she'll make a full recovery."I'll leave you all to be with her now."As the doctor left, Victoria sat back
The grand iron gates of the Apex Tower groaned as they swung open, the sound reverberating through the vast courtyard. The air outside was thick with the biting cold of Vorthax’s unforgiving weather. Nathan stepped forward first, and the ministers trailed nervously behind him.The path leading to the helicopter was lined with guards. The tension was palpable as the hardened guards gripped their weapons tighter.Behind Nathan, Gareth stumbled slightly, catching himself with a shaky hand on his colleague’s arm. “Are we truly walking out of here alive?” Gareth whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.The helicopter came into view, the rotors were already spinning slowly, a low hum vibrating through the air as the pilot waited for his passengers. As they approached, one of Sabastian’s guards stepped closer to escort them the rest of the way.Reaching the helicopter, Nathan stopped and turned, his ministers halting behind him. He cast one last look at the Apex Tower.The golde
Nathan’s calm demeanor began to waver as Sabastian’s taunts hung heavy in the air. His ministers exchanged frantic glances, silently pleading for restraint, but Nathan stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. His voice, though steady, carried a sharp edge of authority that sliced through the tension like a blade.“You listen to me, Sabastian,” Nathan said, his tone darker, sharper than before. “As long as I am President of Prescott, you will not get a single penny from us. Not one. Do you hear me?”The council members gasped at Nathan’s bold declaration. Sabastian’s lips curled into a very dangerous smile, his gaze like a predator sizing up prey. He had not had anyone challenge him in a while. He leaned forward slightly, his lion-tooth necklace swinging from his neck. He then let out a low, rumbling laugh that seemed to shake the very walls of the chamber.“You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Sabastian said coldly before he stood to his full height, his imposing frame dwarfing ev
“You want me,” Sabastian thundered, his voice booming through the chamber, “to partner with the same people who drove me and my mother from our home? The same people who spat on us and called us condemned?” His voice cracked with a raw, primal emotion, and for the first time, there was a glimpse of the pain behind his anger. He stepped down from his throne, each step echoing in the now-silent room, his predatory gaze never leaving Nathan.“My mother,” Sabastian growled, “was an innocent woman. She was banished from Prescott, she was called a traitor for crimes she did not commit. Do you know what we suffered, Nathan? Do you have any idea?” He took another step closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over Nathan and his ministers. “No one would take us in,” he continued, his voice rising. “We were outcasts. Condemned by your father’s decree. We starved. We begged. We survived by sheer will alone because the world gave us nothing. And you think,” he snarled, his lip curlin
Sabastian’s chuckle reverberated through the room. He leaned forward slightly, his massive hands resting on the armrests of his throne. And with a predatory gaze, he stared at Nathan. “Where,” his voice rumbled. “is my money?”The council members froze, their eyes darting to Nathan.Nathan leaned back slightly, with a calm expression.“I did not come with your money,” Nathan said. The murmurs from the council were louder this time.Even Nathan’s ministers flinched as they exchanged panicked looks. Gareth's face was almost drained of color as he gripped his seat. Sabastian’s hand tightened on the armrest. “Then why are you here?”Nathan’s expression remained unchanged. “I came with a peace offering,” he replied. His tone was calm but carried a weight that silenced even his trembling ministers. Sabastian tilted his head, the lion teeth on his necklace catching the light as they shifted with the movement. “A peace offering?” he repeated in a mocking tone. “From Prescott?” Nathan i
The elevator hummed softly as it ascended, Nathan stood at the center, his hands behind his back.His face was calm but his cabinet members, however, were far less composed. Gareth shifted uneasily, his gaze darting to the ornate golden panel of the elevator.The other two ministers stood stiffly, and they exchanged nervous glances. Nathan, however, remained unmoved. His eyes were fixed on the elevator doors.The elevator came to a stop with a soft chime, and the doors slid open to reveal the Apex Council Chamber. The room was very large, and the ceiling was very high.At the far end of the chamber stood a massive throne, with gold carvings. It was more than obvious that was the throne of Sebastian. Seated at a long, rectangular table in front of the throne were members of Sabastian’s cabinet. They were dressed in robes of the finest silk; they looked so rich and well f, ed, unlike the inhabitants outside the gates. Nathan walked into the room with his gaze sweeping over the cou
The next morning, Nathan rose early. The house was quiet and Vanessa stirred beside him but didn’t speak.Nathan leaned down, kissed her forehead, and left the room without a word, but he made sure to the staff to take good care of her and memes sure she took her supplement. By the time he arrived at the helipad, the Presidential helicopter was already waiting for him. Nathan chose three cabinet members, and they were already waiting for him at the base of the aircraft. Gareth was among them, he wished he wasn't thought. The other two ministers exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing. They knew better than to question Nathan’s decisions, especially not today. Without a word, Nathan gestured for them to board. Nathan settled into his seat and he folded his arms across his chest. His mind was already in Vorthax, calculating every possible move, every word he would need to say. The flight was silent, save for the occasional voice of the pilot over the intercom. They flew ou
Gareth’s mouth went dry but he swallowed hard and forced himself to continue. “Sabastian... Sabastian said he’s not coming.” The silence that followed was deafening. Nathan’s gaze hardened as he could not believe what he had just heard. “What did you just say?” Gareth’s legs felt like jelly; he did it even knowing he was still standing. “He said... he said he won’t come to Prescott.” With a sudden force, he stood, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. “Did you tell him who he’s dealing with?” he roared. Gareth flinched but nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. I made it very clear that this request came directly from you.” Nathan’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “And what did he say to that?” The minister hesitated, knowing that his next words would add salt to the in. “He said...” Gareth’s voice faltered, but he forced himself to continue. “He said that if you want to speak with him, you’ll have to go to Vorthax. He... he expects you to come to him.” The
The minister Nathan had assigned to arrange the meeting immediately went to do as he was told.He was a seasoned diplomat, known for his composure under pressure, but today he felt nervous. Negotiating with Sabastian Cloud, a man known for his ruthlessness was not an easy task. He closed his office door and sat at his desk; he hesitated for a moment before reaching for the phone. His hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number. Finally, the line clicked. “Who is this?” The voice on the other end was low and hoarse.It was more of a challenge than a question. The minister swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “This is Minister Gareth, representing the administration of Prescott. I’m calling on behalf of—” “I know who you’re calling for,” Sabastian interrupted, his tone sharp and impatient. “Where is my money?” Gareth blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the demand. He fumbled for a response. “Mr. Sebastian, there have been some... changes in Prescott’s administration.
Vanessa reached out again, her hand brushing against his. “Please, Nathan. Just talk to him. Try and reason with him, he might listen to you.” “Vanessa, the man is sitting on a mountain of wealth that he’s stolen from innocent people. He will have to pay for what he had done.” “I understand that,” Vanessa said softly. “But Vorthax armies are known to be ruthless, maybe more ruthless than your men; you have to try to at least speak with him.” Nathan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Do you believe that talking will solve things, Vanessa?"Vanessa held his gaze, her eyes unwavering. “I believe it’s worth trying. For the sake of our child, Nathan. For the sake of the future. Please.” The fire in Nathan's eyes died down as her words pierced him. He looked away, his hands gripping the edge of the table. He tried to dismiss her thoughts, but he couldn't. Vanessa was right, he was going to become a father, and he had to provide a safer environment for his son to g