Ethan stared at Lisa, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.He had been so sure of his decision to let her go, convinced that pushing her away was the only way to protect her from the weight of his family’s expectations and the tangled mess of his inheritance.Yet here she was, standing firm, her resolve unwavering.“Lisa,” he began, his voice heavy with hesitation,“you don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me or my family anything.”Lisa stepped closer, her grip on his hand tightening.“Ethan, stop. Just stop.” Her tone was gentle but firm.“I’m not doing this for your family. I’m doing this for us. For you. Because I believe in you, and I believe in us.”Ethan shook his head, his chest tightening.“But what about your family? You deserve better than being tied down by someone else’s obligations.”Lisa smiled softly, her eyes brimming with both tenderness and determination.“Don’t you get it? My dream is to be with you, Ethan. And if this is part of your life—if this is what you need to
At the Barrett household, the mood was entirely different.The house buzzed with laughter and chatter as Lisa sat at the breakfast table, surrounded by her mother, aunts, and cousins.The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and an array of dishes fit for a royal banquet.Lisa’s cousin, Tisha, playfully leaned over.“Today’s the day, Lisa! How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?”Lisa smiled, though her mind wandered briefly.“Excited, mostly. But a little nervous, too,” she admitted. “It’s a big day.”Tisha grinned.“Well, no talking to Ethan until the ceremony! It’s bad luck, remember?”Lisa rolled her eyes.“It’s just a tradition. Ethan probably thinks I’m ignoring him.”“Exactly why I confiscated your phone,” Tisha teased, holding it up with a mischievous smirk.Lisa laughed and shook her head.“Fine. Just don’t miss any important calls.”The doorbell rang, interrupting their banter.Lisa stood, brushing off the invisible crumbs from her robe.“I’ll get it,” she s
The phone in his hand feels heavy as Tisha’s panicked words echo in his ears.At the same time, Mike’s breathless announcement about his father’s condition seems to freeze the air in the room.He takes a deep breath, his hands trembling as he raises his phone back to his ear.“Tisha,” he says firmly, though his voice is strained.“Check everything—ask around, and call the police if you have to. I’ll... I’ll figure something out.”“Ethan, what’s going on?” Tisha’s voice is on the verge of tears.“She was just here this morning. She couldn’t have gone far, right?”Ethan doesn’t answer, his mind already racing through possibilities.He hangs up abruptly, shoving his phone into his pocket, and turns to Mike.“What do you mean he’s in a coma? I was just about to pick him up!”Mike looks flustered, his tie slightly askew.“I don’t know the full details, Mr. Elliot. The doctor said it happened suddenly. They’ve stabilized him, but he’s unresponsive. They’re running more tests.”Ethan slams h
Ethan's heart pounds as he processes the situation. His father lies comatose in a hospital bed, and now Lisa’s life hangs in the balance. Every instinct screams for him to act swiftly, but he knows he can’t afford to be reckless. One wrong move could cost him everything.He turns to Mike, who is staring at him with wide eyes. “Call the finance team,” Ethan orders, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “Get them to prepare the cash. Fifty million. I’ll need it in unmarked bills within the hour.”Mike hesitates, his expression uneasy. “Mr. Elliot, are you sure? This could be a trap. Shouldn’t we—”“No police,” Ethan cuts him off, his gaze hard and unyielding. “Not yet. Whoever this is, they’re watching. We can’t risk tipping them off until Lisa is safe.”Mike nods reluctantly and rushes out of the room. Ethan sits down at his desk, his hands gripping the edge tightly. His mind races, analyzing the situation. Who would do this? Is this about the company? A rival? Or something el
Ethan stood in the grand foyer, his nerves on edge.He had just received the ransom call, and every second that ticked by felt like a lifetime.Turning to Mike, he said sharply, “Gather four of our best guards. Tell them to be ready to move. And not a word about this to anyone. Understand?”Mike nodded, concern etched on his face.“Yes, sir. Should I inform the family that we’re stepping out?”“Tell them we’ll be back before the wedding starts,” Ethan replied curtly.“But keep it vague. No one can know about Lisa. Not yet.”Within minutes, Mike and the guards were assembled in the driveway. Ethan gave them a quick rundown of the situation, omitting no details.“Lisa’s been kidnapped. The bastards want fifty million, and they’re moving us around like pawns. I’ll follow their instructions, but stay sharp. Something feels off about this.”One of the guards, Jaxon, spoke up.“We’ve got your back, Mr. Elliot. Whatever it takes.”Ethan nodded appreciatively, then slid into the driver’s seat
Ethan stares at his phone, fury and helplessness twisting in his chest. The cold morning air bites against his skin as he turns to Mike and his guards.“They want me to call off the wedding,” Ethan says through clenched teeth, his voice barely masking the storm brewing inside him.Mike’s face pales. “Call off the wedding? What does that even mean? Why would they—”“I don’t know,” Ethan interrupts, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “But they’re playing games, leading us in circles all night. And now, they’re making demands they know I can’t meet.”One of the guards, a tall man named Javier, steps forward. “Sir, this doesn’t sound like a ransom anymore. It feels… personal.”Ethan exhales sharply. “Of course it’s personal. Someone wants to destroy me, and they’re using Lisa to do it.”Mike frowns. “But why involve Lisa? She has nothing to do with your business or your enemies.”“Exactly,” Ethan says bitterly. “Which means this isn’t just about me. It’s about us. Whoever’s behin
Ethan paces the length of the mansion’s study, his hand clenching and unclenching the phone.His thoughts are a chaotic swirl of anger, fear, and strategy.He dials Lisa’s friend, Alyssa, who had previously helped them track down the blackmailer.“Alyssa,” he says sharply as soon as she answers, “it’s an emergency. Lisa’s been kidnapped. I need you to trace the number they’re calling from.”Alyssa’s gasp is audible.“What? Oh my God, Ethan! Are you okay? What happened?”“I don’t have time to explain,” Ethan snaps, though he softens slightly.“I’ll send you the details of the calls. Just tell me if you can do it.”“I’ll try,” Alyssa says firmly.“Send me everything you’ve got. I’ll call you as soon as I have something.”“Thanks,” Ethan says, his voice clipped. He ends the call and turns to Mike, who is coordinating with the guards in the corner of the study.“Mike, I want every available guard on standby near the mansion and another team ready to move out with me,” Ethan orders.“Yes,
The afternoon sun was unforgiving as it streamed through the broken windows of the abandoned factory, casting long shadows on the rusted machinery scattered throughout the room.Ethan’s boots echoed against the concrete floor as he walked into the cavernous space, his jaw clenched and his eyes scanning every corner with precision.The factory was a ghost of its former self—neglected and decaying, much like the storm brewing inside him.His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts.With a steadying breath, he pulled it out and answered.The voice on the other end was cold and detached.“Mr. Elliot,” the kidnapper began, each word calculated, “you’ve come as instructed. Good. Now, listen carefully. You’ll find a chair in the center of the factory. Sit down.”Ethan’s grip tightened around the phone, his voice low and controlled.“I came as you asked. But before I do anything, I want proof that Lisa’s alive. Let me see her.”The kidnapper chuckled, a sound that made Ethan
“You think I haven’t suffered? You think it’s been easy for me, either?”“Oh, it’s been hard for you, hasn’t it?” Nikolai said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“You had everything handed to you. A name. A legacy. A father who tested you and watched from afar, making you feel like you were struggling. But it was all a game to him, wasn’t it? A test. A cruel, endless test.”Ethan’s heart clenched at the words.His father had always been distant, demanding that he prove himself, but it had never been easy.Every victory, every accomplishment, had felt like a small, hollow achievement, knowing that his father’s approval was the only one that truly mattered.But now, hearing it from Nikolai, it stung in a way he hadn’t expected.“You think I had it easy?” Ethan spat, stepping closer.“You know nothing about what I’ve been through.”“I know enough,” Nikolai shot back, his voice hard.“You’ve had your father, your family. I had no one. I fought for everything I have, and I’ll keep
The drive to the warehouse was silent, the only sound the hum of the car’s engine.Ethan’s guard, a loyal man named Gregor, sat in the passenger seat, his hand resting on the pistol at his side.When they arrived, the area was eerily quiet.The warehouse loomed in the distance, its windows dark. Ethan got out of the car, his breath visible in the cold night air.“Stay close,” he ordered Gregor.They made their way toward the building, but as they approached the entrance, a sudden noise startled them.Shadows moved in the darkness, and before Ethan could react, a group of masked men lunged from the shadows.Gregor immediately drew his weapon, but the attackers were too fast. Within seconds, Ethan was surrounded.“Looks like you walked right into my trap, Mr. Elliot,” a voice called from the darkness.Ethan’s heart skipped a beat as a tall figure stepped into the light. Nikolai.“You?” Ethan snarled, taking a step back.“This was all your doing?”Nikolai smirked.“Did you really think y
The boardroom was tense.Ethan stood at the head of the table, his usual confident demeanor wavering slightly.His father’s comatose state had left the company teetering on the edge of uncertainty.The board members exchanged uncertain glances, murmurs filling the room.“I believe it’s time we make a decision,” a member, Mr. Carrington, said.“We can’t afford to keep waiting. The company’s future is at risk.”“I agree,” added Mrs. Foster, her voice tight.“But, there’s a matter of the heir that hasn’t been settled. Until we know for certain that Mr. Nikolai is the rightful successor, we can’t transfer control to Ethan.”Ethan clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface.“I am the rightful heir!” he snapped, his voice rising.“My father tested me. He made me struggle like a common man, but I’ve earned this position. I’ve proven myself.”“Then prove it with evidence,” Mr. Carrington countered.“You’re asking us to make a decision based solely on your word. We need verifi
Ethan leaned back in his chair, staring at the stack of old family records spread out before him.Lisa was on the phone, speaking to one of the long-time servants from the Elliot family estate, trying to gather any information about Nikolai’s claims.She glanced over at Ethan, her face tense as she hung up.“No one remembers him,” she said, setting the phone down with a sigh.“Not a single person has heard of a Nikolai Elliot.”Ethan rubbed his temples, trying to process the absurdity of it all.“How can this be? He’s saying Mr. Elliot abandoned him, and yet no one knows anything about him?” His voice was a mixture of frustration and disbelief.“He must be lying.”Lisa nodded but still seemed uncertain.“I don’t know, Ethan. I feel like something’s missing. It just doesn’t add up.”Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.“What do you think we should do next?”Lisa hesitated for a moment before speaking.“We need to dig deeper. We can’t rely on the family records alone.
Ethan was glued to the television, his stomach churning as he watched Nikolai speak with such authority.The reporters were on edge, cameras flashing, as Nikolai continued.“For years, my father, Mr. Elliot, and his company have flourished while I lived in neglect,” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity.“He abandoned my mother and me, throwing us aside to protect his reputation. The family name, the fortune, all of it meant more to him than me or my mother. But I’ve spent my life working to survive. And now, I demand my rightful place in this family.”Ethan clenched his fists as Nikolai painted himself as a victim of neglect.It was as if he had rehearsed every word to evoke sympathy from the public.Nikolai knew exactly how to manipulate the narrative, and now the media was eating it up.The cameras zoomed in on the audience, capturing their shocked faces as they absorbed the revelation.“My mother may not have had the fortune she deserved, but I’ve worked for everything I hav
The mansion felt eerily quiet after Nikolai's departure, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a storm cloud.Ethan stood still for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, but everything felt fragmented.His entire life had been built on the assumption that he was the sole heir to the Elliot fortune—his father’s only legitimate son.Now, this stranger had come into their lives, claiming the same birthright.Lisa stood beside him, her hand gently resting on his arm, her face a mask of concern.“Ethan,” she began softly, “we need to get to the bottom of this.We can’t just let him walk in here, make these claims, and leave without proof.”Ethan exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the door Nikolai had just walked through.“I don’t know what to think anymore, Lisa. Everything’s turned upside down. I thought I knew my family inside and out, but now... now there’s this.” His voice trailed off as frustration overtook him.Lisa nodded in agreement, her mind already turning.“We have
Ethan’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as Nikolai casually dropped the bombshell that would shatter everything he thought he knew about his family.“Cut the crap,” Ethan growled, his patience running thin.“You’re wasting my time, and I don’t have any brother. You better get out before I have you thrown out.”Nikolai’s smirk only deepened, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes.But before he could respond, Ethan noticed the subtle change in Lisa’s posture.She had gone stiff, her eyes wide with fear, her body frozen in place.Her face paled, and for a moment, Ethan's focus shifted.His gaze flickered between Lisa and Nikolai, confusion mounting in his mind.Then, with an almost mocking gesture, Nikolai turned toward Lisa, his tone dripping with sardonic amusement.“Oh, come on, bro!" he said, his smirk widening."You should thank me for sparing your bride’s life. I only wanted to postpone the wedding, after all.”Ethan’s blood ran cold as his heart skipped a beat.He
Ethan paced the length of his study, his brows furrowed as fragments of the past day replayed in his mind. The demands to call off the wedding, the cryptic threats—none of it felt random.He glanced at Lisa, seated on the couch, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress.“This wasn’t just about money,” Ethan muttered, breaking the silence.“The way they kept insisting we call off the wedding... it’s personal. Someone wanted to stop us for a reason beyond ransom.”Lisa looked up, her voice shaky but determined.“But who? Who would go to such lengths to ruin our lives?”Ethan stopped pacing and turned to face her.“Think, Lisa. Who benefits the most if our wedding doesn’t happen? Someone who stands to lose something if we’re married.”Lisa hesitated, her mind racing. “The inheritance,” she whispered.“It has to be about that clause in your family trust. If you don’t marry by the deadline, the estate could—”“—default to someone else,” Ethan finished grimly.He rubbed his temp
Ethan's guards, dressed as ordinary laborers, move in perfect synchrony.With weapons drawn, they break from their hidden positions, storming the factory.Chaos erupts as the air fills with shouts and the sharp echo of gunfire.“Secure the exits!” Mike orders, his voice cutting through the cacophony.Lisa, despite her feet still bound, starts to hobble toward Ethan.“Lisa!” he shouts, running to her.His strong arms envelop her as he pulls her close, holding her trembling body protectively.“Ethan,” Lisa whispers, her voice hoarse from the gag.Tears stream down her face as he gently works to untie her hands and feet, his movements deliberate and calm despite the chaos around them.“You’re okay,” he murmurs, removing the gag and cupping her tear-streaked face.His thumb brushes against her cheek.“It’s over. I’ve got you now. No one’s going to hurt you.”She clings to him desperately, her sobs muffled against his chest.Her hands, though free now, grip his shirt like a lifeline.“Lisa